Hey, hello.
Happy Birthday. I am a bit 'late, but I wanted to let you: 150 is a nice goal. I wonder if there are few or many for a state - I wonder if there's a ladder to convert years of the states in human years, some 'like that one year of your cat is 7. At first glance seem few, but there are so many other States are younger than you. There were Spain and France, who are there from the time of the cuckoo, would deans of the Mediterranean.
However, I think, 150 years is a better date. The end of youth and early maturity. A little 'as the 30 men: young, yes, now that the boomers are also young, but starting to take their responsibilities to grow not only with the number of candles on the cake. 150
were quite intense, with two world wars and a dictatorship in the middle, but if you think we did a lot of road, no? It always changes a lot from young and less mature age. And you've changed so much. Never mind as you were just born that no one could tell in what language they speak, and you were wearing rags, but only think it was when my grandmother was twenty-one, in 1916, and how are you now ... From Little Match Girl in its class, at least in some respects. Brava!
Then there is a lot 'way to go. And there are even younger countries are far ahead of you (the Germany of 1871, and please do not tell me which have only three World Cups). I have the impression at times that you only see as a pretty girl happy, to be called when there is drink, eat, have fun, but then is sent away when it comes to talking about serious things. No, you have to show the world that you're a smart girl, you have many talents, you're not only beautiful country, but you're also a country with a culture and an ability to succeed in any field. I know, it would take several leaders. I would like them too.
But come on, I'm sure things will improve in the next 150. We recovered from the worst of times, right? You're recovering from the worst of times. And you know us, know that with all our faults - which are far too many and some very serious - we la forza di ripartire quando le cose vanno davvero male. Solo che aspettiamo di toccare il fondo prima di svegliarci.
Intanto posso dirti alcune cose. Ti conosco dal maggio del 1990. Vent'anni e dieci mesi. E sono felice di conoscerti. Ho spesso pensato a cosa sarebbe successo se tu fossi stata quella delle vacanze dai nonni e gli Stati Uniti il paese della vita vera; ho spesso rimpianto quel distacco e lo rimpiango anche ora, perché è il destino di quelli che stanno un po' di qua e un po' di là. Ma ora credo che conoscerti sia stato un grande privilegio. Qui affondano le mie radici. Con i loro piccoli gesti quotidiani, con l'essere contadini, operai e insegnanti i miei hanno scritto la tua storia. IO ho grandi sogni per te; e ho grandi sogni per me I hope to achieve together. Do not betray me, and I will not betray you. I'll always live with a piece of heart there, it's true, but love does not break down, it just doubles.
And I love you, Italy, really.
Happy birthday.
And since Italy is not much that we are, best wishes to all, Brothers of Italy.
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