Many assume that to foreigners living in Italy is far better than the one that led to their land and the gratitude that we should allow them to live here. Better? I doubt it.
This morning I crossed the street, just for a moment, the sad look of a young black woman and I felt his great nostalgia.
Foreigners are sad away from their land, even if it is poor or very poor. Although we eat because we make them work (even in black).
Imagine a beach in Africa. Imagine a young black woman who walks in the countryside. Blue sea, clear sky, sand. Colorful outfits, red, yellow, blue, black skin, under the old tree of words, music, silence.
A girl lies down on the sand. Ride with the white teeth. Washing, cooking, pet a goat, ties a white handkerchief on his head and green mo 'turban.
Bring in Italy that girl, put a black coat, replace the sun and the colors of his homeland with the fog in Milan, give her a sandwich from McDonald's and then think again that surely here in Italy There is fine.
There, at his home, far away, she woke with the sun and ended the day with the stars. There were his friends, his family, his children.
Here there is no wind noise, there are no colors, it's cold, ice, snow, confusion, traffic, malice, wickedness, deceit, selfishness, bunga bunga. Above all, there's so cold. Often in our hearts. There are looks for them, for those foreigners who have come from somewhere and who knows what shady deals. Foreigners who steal the work to the Italians. "What if they return to their homes." Would do so immediately, if they could. People pass and
ignores them. Nobody cares what he thinks that black girl from the look sad, and what were his dreams. She was poor, and this must suffice. She's lucky to be here in our beautiful and artistic treasures of Italy full of tourists. The pleasure must, Italy.
Otherwise, why do not you go?
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