In the story, as in the literature, there have always been survivors. Shipwrecked fortunate among comrades drowned, survivors of disasters, sinking, mass deportations, human disasters, announced or unpredictable, nuclear accidents, nuclear explosions (there is a that this has been done to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, a subscriber of atomic! ), whaling, curses and prophecies and so on and so on. If I look at literature, I am reminded of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel T. Coleridge condemned to tell the curse that destroyed his crew left alive and he alone, or Ishmael, the apprentice whaler, the only survivor of the disaster of the Pequod and the defeat of Captain Ahab, or Lemuel Gulliver, condemned to tell his stories of dwarfs and giants davanti ad astanti increduli (per fortuna che aveva portato con se alcune pecore in miniatura); potrei continuare con Robinson Crusoe e Ulisse, ma la memoria inizia a vacillare, non ho libri con me e la connessione a Internet non è buona, insomma potrei scrivere delle stupidaggini. Comunque abbiamo capito, sono tutti superstiti che hanno una storia da raccontare, sono la parte fortunata di un disastro.
Anche i libri di storia sono costellati di sopravvissuti: pensiamo ai perseguitati di tutte le guerre, di tutte le epurazioni e le discriminazioni più violente che poi scrivono e raccontano le loro vicende. Più che a chiunque altro, penso a Primo Levi, naufrago della follia collettiva novecentesca, deportato ad Auschwitz e tornato, somehow, I live among the living. The story of Primo Levi, as he himself says, it can easily be compared to the greek myth of Cassandra, a being condemned by the gods to predict disasters, however, without being believed by others. Levi told things that are so horrible that people found it hard to believe. Fortunately, the testimonies of hundreds of people, pictures and movies, have helped to bring in our history books too ugly chapter.
But what is the value of telling a story so bad? What is read of the horrors of war, if not sadistic and morbid interest of the same human eyes that stop to look around the scene of an accident? Well, it is quite Obviously, it should serve not to repeat the same blunders of our fathers. It should, but it is not, at least not entirely. The wars and deportations are not finished in 1945. The people have continued to follow their captain Ahab to the white whale. The wars have just moved, but I'm still here on planet Earth, from the nearby Balkans to Africa, the Middle East and now in the Koreas. Have moved and do not make us more afraid, make us just feel better and more civil wars because we do them from home, with a credit card and PIN. Nor did the deportations and expulsions based on ethnicity are not even finished and you are moved: which place in Europe is more like a concentration camp of a CPT (now CIE)? Just read the report by Fabrizio Gatti to realize that we have not really learned anything from all these Ishmael.
I wonder if the fault is ours, not that we listen, we must necessarily give freedom of speech for Holocaust deniers and revisionists of all stories, or are survivors, that, because the privileged, have not been able to make quite dramatic and their story credible? Yes, because, as he complained Primo Levi in \u200b\u200b"The Drowned and the Saved", those who return to tell it did not really hit rock bottom. Those who could really scare us with their stories, teach and perhaps even learn from the mistakes of others and, above all, unfortunately deaths, has "seen the Gorgon." But no, we can not rely on Primo Levi, who was too strict with himself and suffered the usual "survivor syndrome", he wondered why he was saved from drowning group. Even Captain Miller, at the end of the movie "Saving Private Ryan" is asked if he deserved such a privilege. They ask both, perhaps, on the bodies of those who have put our feet back on its feet. It is the syndrome of the survivor, that's all. So these old sailors are useless, they are "good to fry" as they say in my part.
Thus, one inconvenient witnesses of disasters and revisions, we continue to follow our captain hunting the white whale because it is a hard, never wrong, has been done alone. Now that it is he who gives orders to the pilot, we can forgive the sins of the past, present and future in the name of a bigger picture that we will understand in due course. Our whaling, he says, is among the most beautiful and admired around the world. So said Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Pinochet, Franco, Napoleon, and so on. And today, what have we learned from these adventures ramponieri and sailors? Those captains crazy, visionary and suicide are still among us? Only the next few survivors will be able to say, while we continue to congratulate those who kill the albatross, at least until the curse is unleashed. And when it breaks out, every man for himself.
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