Granatiero Leonardo writes to the 'Unit: Dear Director, I am writing a 34 year old man, who all continue to call "boy" just for the false respectability, prevalent everywhere, was created specifically so as not to demean a youth and non-useless. I am a teacher of the uncertain superiors, who works hard, despite aspiring to something else, not so much an academic career for the sake of profit, but rather to try to understand what lies behind all else, cultivate a desire that is now almost in secret as if it were a sin to hide, a waste of time an end in itself, in short, a dead letter. Now I'm here, defiantly, to ask for compensation to the State. A country that has deceived me the illusion that culture and politics were the fundamental values \u200b\u200bof democracy, and constitutional rights and duties have alternated the chaotic and unruly of the disciplinary rules videocracy. And now what to do with me and my similar? One time we went down in history or simply buried in some file hidden by dust. Ended up in a German labor camp, Siberia or some South American air of death. Now, just tear the item, make us disappear from television screens and newspapers. Here we are at home, like many animulae vagulae blandulae. The mirror refers our image, but still does not convince us. And this is where Kafka pointed the finger at us: perhaps you really do not exist. Besides, how can you be happy in our state? Only silence, seeing, hearing, and, above all, not thinking? So it must be because it takes the world of the future. Although the future is now and has been well planned From yesterday, the day before yesterday and yesterday more. Selfishness leads to fear for their survival, but, more widely, there are concerns for those close to us, but hopefully only for young people to save them and their unawareness that, tronista joyous, not never forced to look up and stared at this big stage that is the tragic world.
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