Geograficamente siamo seduti su una pentola a pressione. Le immagini della rivolta in Egitto riempiono le pagine dei giornali e gli schermi delle tv. Orde di turisti spaventati bivaccano negli aeroporti in attesa di essere riportati home. The crisis unit warned to stay away from the land of perpetual sunshine, the pyramids, exotic holiday flights. Italians fleeing from Sharm El Sheik and watch the Egyptians take to the streets to demand the resignation of a president who does not want to give up the chair. They look with dismay. As if those manifestations of guys shouting slogans against an old and corrupt government had not done well by us. As if there were in the Italian squares gazebo where they gather signatures to demand the resignation of the president. Our president. To each his own pharaoh, he joked on Sunday guest of Lucia Annunziata D'Alema. To each his story. And if there's one thing we have in common with Egypt is certainly a huge historical and cultural heritage. A heritage that belongs to us but that we are called to guard and defend on behalf of all humanity. And the image is most striking among those who come in spite of the complaint in a continual stream of Egypt, refers to the gates of the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. The walls were smeared with paint of indecipherable writing. In the corridors, including the remains of one of the greatest civilizations this planet has produced, they wander soldiers in fatigues and machine guns leveled. Some windows are broken, some pieces are damaged, two mummies were beheaded. But outside the gates, no other authority than its own membership to that country, that culture, there is a crowd of people who wanted to protect the museum and everything in it. There is a man who, with tears in his eyes, said that within those walls is preserved the very soul of Egypt and their bare hands and without wearing uniform, protect the soul because you recognize are children of that soul. The artistic, historical and cultural that Italy is called to guard and more importantly, even more impressive than that produced in the shadow of the pyramids. But it's hard to imagine Italian citizens unarmed patrols in front of the barrier to the Capitoline Museums, the Uffizi, the arena or the Cathedral of Verona. Images ready for the physical fight, to risk our safety to keep the fools, the raiders, the vandals away from the immortal beauty that this country has been produced over the centuries and millennia. It would fight for the culture, a sense of belonging. For something that we are not able to quantify if still in one hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the Unification of Italy, we are there to quibble about the faults of Garibaldi, Cavour, Vittorio Emanuele II. And our feeling Po, southerners or thieves Romans.
Laura Costantini
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