Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO1600, f2.5, 1/10, raw
My mood is getting darker and darker every single day. Pessimism is stronger than ever. And gloom is the only emotion shining in my eyes. The reason why I’m like this is simple: there are too many reasons. I mean, too many ugly or depressing or nasty things to cope with are happening all together.
I mean, I was kind of able to keep a sort of “zen” approach to this whole disgusting political situation all around the world, which unfortunately has the peak of ridiculousness here in Italy, but now I realize that I’m not so zen anymore, I’m actually getting prone to rage. The reason is simple. For the first time I have to do a direct math over the last scandal: the “Regione Lazio”, that is, the regional government that rules the whole area of Lazio, where Rome is, literally stole a lot of money. Some of them found a way to give themselves salaries of more than fifty thousands euros per month, net of tax, plus travels all around the world, expensive hotels, parties (with the obvious presence of prostitutes), and everything else you can imagine, everything paid with our taxes. In the meanwhile, they stopped paying for the health care because “there wasn’t money anymore”.
The health care in Italy is a strange thing, we all have a public health insurance which covers almost everything, but not everything is supplied by public hospitals. For example, here in Lazio the rehabilitation after a stroke is usually provided by private clinics, like the one in which I work. Rehabilitation is included in the public health insurance, hence the patients do not have to pay. They get the service and then the clinic asks the region to pay back. But the region doesn’t, because those people (we have voted for) are sniffing, drinking, and fucking our money, so there aren’t any for paying the therapists, the doctors, and the scientists. I’m coordinating millions of euros of national scientific projects for which we haven’t been payed even a single cent in more than one year, and our August salary has not been payed yet. All because the region has no money (for us).
I feel like there is no space anymore for those who provide services, care, and build the future. Our politicians seem to be the first ones who lost any hope in the future of this country, since they are just trying to get as much laid and rich as possible before the apocalypse falls on us all.
However, I can’t accept this fate for the very simple reason that I need the world to keep going on for at least another ninenty years, because I want Agata to have a good life from start to end. So, for as dark as the road can be, there is always this powerful light reminding me why I shall keep going.