The Mystery of Stonehenge 1/2
“Enough, it’s over!” I thought as I walked across the school hall at a brisk pace. Outside, the blinding light of summer. I stand on the entrance steps and catch my breath. This was my last day of school, but the very last of my life. The oral exam didn’t go exactly as I had imagined but I don’t th…
IN PRAISE OF DEPTH
On June 21st I arrived at school very early. At 7.30 I was already in front of the gates surrounded by the tense, supportive but also amused looks of all the students who were waiting to enter to take the first test of the State Exam. This time of waiting that, every year, I share with them seems to…
ESPERANTO
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'”
Then I came b…
THE CURE
In these days the usual diatribe about the Basaglia law has returned to light, taking inspiration from the incident of the psychiatrist Barbara Capovani killed by her former patient, incident of which Gioia Piazzi also speaks in her latest article. I do not intend to enter this discussion between tho…
Two minutes of silence
I look at my identity card and it reads “organ donor”. The same sentence I imagine is on many other documents especially from my medical colleagues. I think about what happened last week: a woman, a psychiatrist, was brutally attacked by a man, a former patient of hers and sadly she died. We were tol…
A BEAUTIFUL GIFT
There is an invisible thread that connects what we write on this blog because last week I read Dr. Gioia Piazzi’s article with great interest and I realize that without knowing it we would both have mentioned the same topic even if for different reasons.
A few weeks ago I went to the town hall to…
UNIVERSITY ACCESS: A VIOLENT SISTEM
<<Exams are close…and you’re too far from my room>> sang Antonello Venditti in 1984 in Night before examsone of the most beautiful songs ever dedicated to the narration of that wonderful and “dramatic” period that all the boys live close to the final exam. Every now and then I happen to l…
CHEEK TO CHEEK
I am in the middle of the school year and working at the Listening Desk, affectionately called CIC.
Every year, everything changes in this job.
At first I thought it was for the transition from activity in presence to lockdown, for online interviews while they were all at home and then for thos…