Fico is now the leader of the far left

A t-shirt that comes from far away. From the 70s, the antagonistic culture movements to the left of the PCI, the rupture of the protocol, torn by the leaders of these movements. The President of the House, Roberto Fico, visiting the Pozzallo hotspot, exhibited this ultra-informal look, completed by an inelegant jacket like a fisherman, and perhaps even unwittingly, he clarified his family tree. This shirt is in its own way an icon, as is the clenched fist, on the occasion of the parade of June 2, as well as the hands in his pocket, while the hymn of Mameli sang, subtle moment of malaise if not challenging a patriotic idea of ​​a country that does not belong to him

Yes, it can be said that Fico is the son of this minority but never weak lineage who has always filled the boxes and flopped into Polls: the left or radical left if you prefer. Naturally updated today: his beard recalls the guerrillas and workers of many protagonists of our recent history, from the inevitable Che to Lula, and his training has amazing semantic references to a vintage vintage left but until yesterday we were used to it. His graduation thesis has a title that looks like a piece of this thoughtful and structured world that has finally collapsed with his people: "Social and Linguistic Identity of Neapolitan Neomelitan Music". And you already seem to be reading one of those essays with headaches that have kept together the economic categories and the ideals of solidarity. But Fico, born in 1974, is too young to read with the sacred signs of this season. And his biography is an immersion in the liquid, fragmented and fragmented society of today that has lost the workers, the sections of the PCI and even the impulses of that area that was crackling in the past and nowadays. Is fainted in the anonymous faces of Pietro Grbado and surroundings. Thus, Fico played several roles in comedy: employed in a call center, managing in a hotel, importer of fabrics from Morocco, as well as the versatility and agitation that are in his Neapolitan DNA.

Founding of one of the first meetups and adherence to the verb grillino, intersecting the themes of social justice, environmental protection, see the referendum on water in 2011, and the eternal boiling of the South. Histrionic performer like Luigi de Magistris, last variant of the podium at Masaniello. Pushed. Counterthrusts. Sussulti.

And the discovery that this descamisado boy, who goes to Montecitorio taking the bus of the disastrous Atac, is the last leader of a left otherwise irremediably evaporated. Disagreements with the pragmatic and careerist Di Maio and the decision not to go on stage in Rimini. The pride of belonging, reaffirmed with definitive words: "We will never be the Southern League". Now this heretical phrase in an Italy more and more Salvini's martial beat: "I would bring them I would open them". Perhaps a vintage quote or perhaps a consecration in a country where even thought is becoming flatter.