Marco Randisi

Once upon a time there were wild animals strolling through the cities and the vegetation recovering from the continuous deforestation.

The one with Gino Strada, or rather with his thought, is one of those meetings that you do by chance, while you are all caught up with what you are doing and what happens around you, trying to understand something about the moment you and the world you are living in.

They arrived on ships full of people after days of crossing, and when they finally saw land they were exhausted and exhausted, grateful for having made it, desperate for what they had left behind.

To accommodate them were built buildings with canteens, dormitories, clinics, laundries, offices, luggage rooms.

“Butterflies don’t fly, I’m not in the skin anymore I’ve lost my emotions you find them yourself?   From tonight no, I don’t want to be sick. Give me two wings to fly.” (Sangiovanni, 2022)

It’s June, the school year is practically over and soon even with the boys I follow at the service where I work we prepare for the summer break..

I often hear them talking to each other and it’s all a “Fra’ (in english Bro’) what do you need? Bro’ I know but I must tell you Bro’”

Following the latest articles on the blog, in particular the “debate” stimulated by the questions of the boys of Grassi high school on the relationship between man and woman, I came back to mind a current and historical theme, that of rebellion..

I often hear from colleagues and teachers that working with children is as difficult as it is exciting, that the responsibility that everyone feels for them, although motivating and valuable, sometimes does not end with the end of the working day, and how they are able to surprise us with their questions and their (caustic!) answers, and personally I would say that I agree on all points.