Voglio essere breve, questa settimana per me sarà molto piena (almeno se voglio godermi al meglio la prossima). Siamo tornati ieri sera sul tardi alla vita quotidiana, dopo due giorni al Festival della Mente di Sarzana e ... non solo.
Sì, perché oltre alle lezioni/conferenze/incontri/momenti di riflessione o di "semina" (accidenti, non so come chiamarli gli appuntamenti del FestdellaMente!!!) abbiamo camminato sui monti sui sentieri che furono dei partigiani, abbiamo visitato incantevoli borghi in quella zona d'Italia in cui con un rapido cambio di direzione puoi osservare Liguria, Toscana e Emilia..
Abbiamo scoperto Monte Marcello (e la sua incredibile vista sul mare) e siamo tornati nella familiare Fosdinovo, per riposare ancora una volta su una delle sue panchine, all'ombra del suo imponente castello.
Non voglio andare qui nei dettagli dei vari incontro, ma farne, se ne sarò capace, un piccolo riassunto sentimentale.
Sono tornata a casa con un libro nuovo, ma non comprato sulle bancarelle ufficiali del festival, ma su quelle ufficiose e più traballanti del Festival delle Mentine. Un libro autoprodotto che mi ha permesso di incontrare un'autoproduttrice, "razza" che pensavo ormai estinta (estinta anche in me stessa), un libro che racconta la storia di una donna, donna che per diventare tale deve percorrere un strada tortuosa (essendo nata in corpo maschile)in un epoca (gli anni'50-60) così lontani dai nostri. Libro che non ho ancora letto e quindi mi fermo qui...
Ma... poche righe qui sopra ho parlato di "razza". Ora ho la certezza che chi usa il termine razza riferito all'essere umano e chi si definisce razzista non deve più farci paura ma solo pena o una sorta di rabbiosa tenerezza.
Ed è stato bello scoprire (tra l'altro proprio sabato 5 settembre, anniversario -triste e vergognoso per me pisana-, della firma delle Leggi Razziali in quel di San Rossore a Pisa nel 1938, che fecero franare l'Italia in un inferno grottesco e ridicolo) che noi europei in realtà europei non siamo (e per fortuna, perchè se lo fossimo stati davvero saremmo tutti molto più bruttini, visto che il vero gruppo europeo era quello dei Neandertaliani). Ma bensì siamo un sottogruppo africano capace di adattarsi meglio, di cacciare ma anche di allevare e coltivare, con donne capaci di avere figli anche dall'uomini di Neanderthal (e questo in Francia, Cina e in un'altra zona che non ricordo...scusate ma non ho preso appunti!) e di dipengersi il corpo con dei pigmenti (che poi un giorno sarebbero diventati ridicoli tatuaggi senza senso che non scivolano più via con uno scroscio di pioggia).
Sottogruppo africano che emigrò massicciamnte dall'Africa verso l'Europa e che portò alla progressiva scomparsa degli europei veri, per poi dare vita alla civitlà meravigliosa, imperfetta, disunita, creativa e quant'altro che conosciamo ora...
Ed è ancora più affascinante scoprire che il mio DNA sarà diversissimo da quello del mio vicino di casa ma sarà molto simile a quello di una ragazza indonesiana o di un vecchio signore, per me senza volto, che vive dall'altro capo del Mondo..
E poi la malattia e la paura che abbiamo di essa..
La paura più grande che ho è verso le malattie mentali (anche s epoi mentali non lo sono) come l'halzaimer e la demenza senile, paura che in qualche modo mi separa dalla malattia perchè quando la malattia si concretizza allora la paura sparisce. E' un esempio molto triste lo so, ma diventa un percorso ad ostacoli la vita quando devi convivere con certe paure, quando in passato la persona che rappresentava le tue certezze smette, improvvisamente, di riconoscerti e dimentica anche il tuo nome... Mi chiedo se mai guarirò di questa malattia chiamata PAURA. E se mai guariremo, come popolo, come sottogruppo africano un tempo venuto da una terra lontana e diversa da questa, ad aver paura di invasori che in realtà non sono invasori, ma persone in difficoltà come un tempo la siamo stati noi.
Portatori sani di culture diverse che dovremmo accettare accanto alle nostre e, insieme, seppur diversi (e fieri di esserlo, perchè la diversità dovrebbe portare ricchezza non povertà e degrado) andare e guardare insieme nella stessa direzione... Così dovrebbe accadere all'interno di una coppia.. Se è vero che amare è guardare nella stessa direzione...
Persone che ho incontrato al festival della mente e che hanno insinuato un dubbio (nuove certezze!) e semi di riflessioni....
Armando Massarenti
I will be brief, this week for me will be very full (at least if I want to enjoy the most of the next). We got back late last night to daily life, after two days at the Festival of the Mind in Sarzana and ... beyond.Yes, because in addition to lectures / conferences / meetings / moments of reflection or "seeding" (damn, I do not know what to call appointments FestdellaMente !!!) we walked over the mountains on the trails that were partisan, we visited charming towns in that area of Italy where with a quick change of direction can observe Liguria, Tuscany and Emilia ..We found Monte Marcello (and its incredible sea views) and we are back in familiar Fosdinovo, to rest once again on one of its benches, in the shadow of its imposing castle.I will not go into detail here the various meeting, but make it, if I can, a small summary sentimental.
I came home with a new book, but not bought on the stalls of the official festival, but on the unofficial and more wobbly the Festival of mints. A self-produced book that allowed me to meet a "race" I thought extinct (also extinct in myself because it is so much that I do not produce anything literary), a book that tells the story of a woman, woman to become such must along a winding road (being born in the male body) at a time so distant from our own. Book I have not read it yet, so I'll stop here ...
But ... a few lines above I spoke of "race". Now I am certain that those who use the term refers to the human race, and those who call themselves racist no longer frighten us but only punishment or some sort of angry tenderness.And it was good to find (among other things by Saturday September 5th anniversary - sad and shameful for I was born in Pisa - the signature of the racial laws in the San Rossore in Pisa in 1938, they did collapse in Italy Hell grotesque and ridiculous) that we Europeans actually Europeans are not (and thankfully, because if we were we would all be really much more ugly, as the true European group was that of the Neanderthals). But rather we are a subgroup African able to adapt better to hunt but also to breed and grow, with women able to have children also dall'uomini Neanderthal (and this in France, China and another area that I do not remember .. .You excuse, but I did not take notes!) and body paint with pigments (which one day would become ridiculous nonsense that tattoos do not slip away anymore with a rain shower).Subgroup African massively emigrated from Africa to Europe and that led to the gradual disappearance of Europeans true, then give life to civilization wonderful, imperfect, disunited, creative and so that we know now ...
It is even more fascinating to discover that my DNA will be very different from that of my neighbor but will be very similar to that of an Indonesian girl or an old man, for me faceless, who lives on the other end of the world ..And then the disease and the fear we have of it ..The greatest fear I have is towards mental illness (even if they are not mentally) as the halzaimer and senile dementia, afraid that somehow separates me from the disease because when the disease is realized then the fear disappears. It 'a very sad as I know, but it becomes an obstacle course life when you have to live with certain fears, when in the past the person representing your certainties stops suddenly to recognize you and even forget your name ... I I wonder if they ever will heal from this disease called FEAR. And if I ever heal, as a people, as a subgroup African time came from a far and different from this, for fear of invaders that are actually not invaders, but people in need as a time we have been.
Carriers of different cultures that we should accept them with ours and together, albeit different (and proud of it, because diversity should bring wealth not poverty and degradation) to go and look in the same direction ... So it should happen within a couple .. While love is to look in the same direction ...
I will be brief, this week for me will be very full (at least if I want to enjoy the most of the next). We got back late last night to daily life, after two days at the Festival of the Mind in Sarzana and ... beyond.Yes, because in addition to lectures / conferences / meetings / moments of reflection or "seeding" (damn, I do not know what to call appointments FestdellaMente !!!) we walked over the mountains on the trails that were partisan, we visited charming towns in that area of Italy where with a quick change of direction can observe Liguria, Tuscany and Emilia ..We found Monte Marcello (and its incredible sea views) and we are back in familiar Fosdinovo, to rest once again on one of its benches, in the shadow of its imposing castle.I will not go into detail here the various meeting, but make it, if I can, a small summary sentimental.
I came home with a new book, but not bought on the stalls of the official festival, but on the unofficial and more wobbly the Festival of mints. A self-produced book that allowed me to meet a "race" I thought extinct (also extinct in myself because it is so much that I do not produce anything literary), a book that tells the story of a woman, woman to become such must along a winding road (being born in the male body) at a time so distant from our own. Book I have not read it yet, so I'll stop here ...
But ... a few lines above I spoke of "race". Now I am certain that those who use the term refers to the human race, and those who call themselves racist no longer frighten us but only punishment or some sort of angry tenderness.And it was good to find (among other things by Saturday September 5th anniversary - sad and shameful for I was born in Pisa - the signature of the racial laws in the San Rossore in Pisa in 1938, they did collapse in Italy Hell grotesque and ridiculous) that we Europeans actually Europeans are not (and thankfully, because if we were we would all be really much more ugly, as the true European group was that of the Neanderthals). But rather we are a subgroup African able to adapt better to hunt but also to breed and grow, with women able to have children also dall'uomini Neanderthal (and this in France, China and another area that I do not remember .. .You excuse, but I did not take notes!) and body paint with pigments (which one day would become ridiculous nonsense that tattoos do not slip away anymore with a rain shower).Subgroup African massively emigrated from Africa to Europe and that led to the gradual disappearance of Europeans true, then give life to civilization wonderful, imperfect, disunited, creative and so that we know now ...
It is even more fascinating to discover that my DNA will be very different from that of my neighbor but will be very similar to that of an Indonesian girl or an old man, for me faceless, who lives on the other end of the world ..And then the disease and the fear we have of it ..The greatest fear I have is towards mental illness (even if they are not mentally) as the halzaimer and senile dementia, afraid that somehow separates me from the disease because when the disease is realized then the fear disappears. It 'a very sad as I know, but it becomes an obstacle course life when you have to live with certain fears, when in the past the person representing your certainties stops suddenly to recognize you and even forget your name ... I I wonder if they ever will heal from this disease called FEAR. And if I ever heal, as a people, as a subgroup African time came from a far and different from this, for fear of invaders that are actually not invaders, but people in need as a time we have been.
Carriers of different cultures that we should accept them with ours and together, albeit different (and proud of it, because diversity should bring wealth not poverty and degradation) to go and look in the same direction ... So it should happen within a couple .. While love is to look in the same direction ...
