Alessio Di Nappi (posted on Facebook)
The alarm rings early for me and Louise we park the child. We do not want them to breathe the putrid air of a classroom crowded to capacity. We arrived at past 9, just before the start: we know that, as usual, the time dilate, the inevitable delays, clarifications regulatory requirements will continue to slip around mid-morning. There are journalists to return to the folk protest precarious in mourning, holding a box of liver, evidence of the cannon fodder that there is a pseudo-earmarking. I do encounter a colleague, "how are you?" He asks. "Did you see that stuff?". "Yes," say: now we understand each other with very little. "What misery," I say. "Yeah, good luck" and walks away. "Crack. Hello." Some, well over thirty, are pregnant: they could have waited until a role that would never come. Now there is not much time to think. "Congratulations Katie, just I do a first connecting with a beautiful belly. "Finally," he adds. He smiles. It was better if I was silent. With the obvious remedy and formality. This time, however, delays are increasing: you put me there too, some of the error, another of my provincial education office, forgetting some chairs in which everyone is aware, unless - of course - the managing director, just one who is delegated to authorize the granting of some place more. But who to ask? Persons appointments, bureaucrats simply do not know which way to turn. With the arrogance of those who feel invested with powers of life and death, I will reply that, maximum time 10 minutes, would begin. Needless to say I had talked to my former headmaster, who reassured me of the error. Rather than backtrack, best places to assign non-existent! You know, the bureaucracy is not responsible. The appeal, as agreed, and the extraordinary willingness of a man rushes to school in an attempt to salvage. Others call the police, hoping to achieve - before the dramatic cuts this year - this place more valid simply to survive. They come in two, strangely zealous. A round of applause as they enter. Everything stops. The few appointments made so far are a sign of a long and exhausting day. Fortunately does absolutely hot. Indeed, the weather turns for the worse. Talks, the phone rings often, the cops talking in between them, trade unionists giggle because "it was time eccheccazz", you get to threaten to interruption of public service, journalists try to understand what the problem is and what it means temporary assignment not reported. It matters little to be precise, the important thing is to do the piece: a little 'shit on the office of school in Treviso, which in recent years has given us so many hardships, it never hurts! Meanwhile my wife is worried about Victoria, "will later tell me, poor little all day alone." Knowing reassure her of lying: in the early afternoon we will be at home. In reality, a window opens. But it is only for us teachers History and Philosophy: The headmaster of my former school, not content with sending a fax, can bring up a place in most. It rejoices. She calls me and gives me good wishes for the appointments. I thank him on behalf of all my colleagues. These are the accounts of repeat again: with that in place maybe we can make it even more noi.Per others nothing to do school leaders have not so extraordinary. For them, the game is lost: he won the bureaucracy. Two chairs will be, perhaps, but certainly not today. Now take what is there. "But that force me to accept a piece or places far away," someone objected. "We do not know what to say. We do what we ordered." Yes, the bureaucracy has triumphed. Begin with the school. Among continuous imposts, who asked to switch to other classes of competition, the place begins to decrease. And 'a massacre: the three pieces of Latin and greek disappear immediately, and some are forced to fall back in junior high, where they have never taught. After all gotta eat. Other ... the others are not anymore. By the way, we are hungry. E 'for some time past one o'clock. There is queuing at the bar, but I tell my wife to stay inside: you never know someone would come to the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to the appointments of philosophy. "The toasts are over, but if I want them to him." It does not matter. "Give me those two sandwiches, it's okay." Pago and back in the classroom. Needless my haste. I'm still at medium. "Look what a good little boy" I awakened my wife. "It 's been all day without complaining." It will have about 3 years. "Yeah," I reply. "You do not deserve this." Before me is preparing a colleague pulls out the document to accept his nomination. "No", he cries. It is presented for the first time, a girl who worked in a level playing field. It was the last place. "What, leave a private moment?". Already a mystery. But the seats are finished. Proceed. Even people with appointments have become more available. Fatigue, sometimes work wonders. We are the last. These are the 18 steps. The totonomine is already done: everyone knows everything. My wife is the usual one that does not know what to do. "What you hear, "I say. my turn: I give up the chair support taken Saturday and I can go back in" my "school. I call the principal and I thank him. Next year we'll see. I'm too tired to think of the cuts. Luisa can take a piece. And 'round! We salute the few survivors and reach the exit. A group of guys you encounter. They are those of the child. "May I ask where was the support of your chair?". " A Montebelluna, "I reply." Thank you, thank you. You have made us a pleasure. We hope to be throw-in and reach us. "" I hope so - I say -. But you which class of competition are you? "." The A037 '. It is my will, but I do not remember ever having seen. I am too low to hope work. I watch them better. Avran forty years. I make no tenderness because of anger and despair. Resigned. My wife and I we did. I can not help feeling lucky. "Then we can go home, Mom?". These are the words that I can hear behind my back, before crossing the threshold. "Yes, it's all over, love. Now let's go. "
Alessio Nappi
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