BELLUNO. Nicole Fenti is 19 years old, she is from Belluno and is studying Law. So many dreams stored in his drawer. So much desire for freedom, now that the pandemic has forced her into her bedroom. “Given the complex situation we are experiencing on all fronts, it is difficult for me to remain silent in the face of those who continue to find a way to circumvent the restrictions.”
Harsh words, a warning to all those teenagers who do not respect the rules, “a disrespect particularly widespread among my peers”, emphasizes Nicole. His hope is that, “coming from the reproach from a girl of their age, they will listen to these words.” Yes, because according to Nicole this is the only way to return to pre-Covid normality: «There will be time to enjoy youth, to celebrate lightheartedness. Please, start from yourself to change the rest: you are responsible for the situation in which you find yourself when you do nothing to correct it ». (Francesco Saltini).
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THE OPEN LETTER
What should I do? What do we have to do? I’m tired. We are all tired. We all crave normality here. It seemed such a banal word, with an almost negative meaning and now it is a past glimpse of our existence. A monotonous situation that fades happiness and cheerfulness. A general picture that makes us stressed, increasing our anger. An anger that, for a year now, has no longer found an outlet.
So, we are looking for someone to blame: cursed this Covid-19 and who brought it to us, corrupted that theoretical policy that does not know how to get into the practical plan, arrogant journalists who overwhelm us into oblivion of disinformation, insults to doctors who have found an immediate and critical solution to the vaccine because who knows what it will contain.
No, no, no and again no. Pandemics arise and infect, they do not depend on our futile will, it is not up to us, on the basis of our cinematic culture, to establish their conspiratorial origins: let us stop this excessive protagonism.
Whoever directs the situation in our country has the skills to reconcile everyone’s needs, finding in their hands a situation that is wider than we can imagine it, in which our difficulties are multiplied for each member of the Italian people: let’s stop this paradoxical instinct to judgment of any.
The newspapers in this sea of news try to bring out every little news, keeping us informed of what surrounds us, but the selection is up to us: we stop the fashion of the justificationism of ignorance. The pillars of world health are questioned by those who feel themselves to be doctors without a shred of competence, those who live by the “I’ve always done this and I’ve been better”, a nonsense that sounds like a joke out loud. actually revealing all the sadness that should invest us in the face of such statements: let’s put aside the professorino syndrome. This bigotry has only got us where we are now: you step back towards the beginning, moving away from the end.
It is too easy to criticize until you are called to action. Talking while sitting on the sofa at home, perhaps through a telephone without putting your face on it, making more mistakes than those at the top of this scenario. However, those who fall from above make more noise.
Questions arise spontaneously. What should we do? What should I do? We are disoriented. I am disoriented. I am a 19-year-old girl who feels embittered by the behavior of a slice of the country that seems to prefer superficiality, indifference in a situation that would require maturity, mutual support.
Here I turn in particular to my generation, to those who are going through that period of life in which everything is a rush. I am furious and here I have countless reasons that explain my anger. When reproaches come from an adult they are hard to digest, it seems that from their age they don’t understand. But I do, I understand you. But only in part. I feel the need to live the university life that for the moment I have only touched through the PC screen. I need to see my friends, to vent my emotions on a party night.
I want to go back to singing at the top of my voice in the car, squashed like sardines as thoughts dissolve between the notes. I plan to postpone celebrations. I want carefree and normalcy too. These needs may appear primary at our age, they seem instrumental to the dynamism we are used to. But I will tell you: as long as there is health, everything else seems essential. As long as you have something as precious as a good physical and mental condition of yourself and your family, you take everything for granted. As long as you don’t hit your nose, you don’t understand. The problem is that bumping your nose is hurting more than one person.
I said I’m tired. I also said I’m angry. I’m tired of being angry. I got angry and tired. I realized that yelling you would not hear me because the volume of the music of your parties will always be louder than my voice, so I write.
I am angry because a sacrifice has been asked of us that in the face of all the problems that now surround us is ridiculous: stay calm. That the area is yellow, orange, red have urged us to be careful. Instead you undeterred continue.
I see parties every day, at least 20 people, complete with videos on Instagram to update all followers on the state of your idiocy. Show aperitifs, alcoholic evenings, dinner expenses. The important thing is to show that neither Covid-19 nor the authorities have stopped you? I tell you what instead what you are flaunting: your selfishness. An unbridled selfishness that knows no respect for anyone, not even for yourself. If you think you are superior to the system by doing so, in reality you are only making yourself small and ridiculous.
Your behavior is nothing but a great lack of respect. You disrespect everyone around you, posing a risk to their health and that of their next contacts.
Disrespect those who have been abiding by the restrictions for a year now, with all the sacrifices they entail, feeling their freedom reduced every day because people like you have continued to live as if nothing had happened.
Disrespect to the authorities who try to avoid further damage, to doctors who have long been working at devastating rates by lifting a hospital system on its knees with their arms.
Disrespect the ever-increasing number on TV screens: dead, ICU patients, infected. Disrespect yourself that in this difficult historical moment you could have chosen how to contribute and you preferred to watch: you ridicule yourself through social videos, surveys to ask who of your equal IQ and level of acerbity will join a private party in garage, or showing the last days of glory before the zone changes to the darker color.
I invoke your conscience demanding respect for all. Feel responsible for the situation you find yourself in when you do nothing to correct it. I ask you to reflect before you speak, to think before you act, to weigh each decision in light of the exceptional nature of the situation. .There will be time to enjoy youth then, only in this way can we return to normal: steps forward from the beginning, getting closer to the end. –
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