I’m Antonella, I write thinking of Elsa Fornero. I am 61 years old and every morning I wake up at 6.30 to be able to be in the office at 8, I have been working for 39 years in a large banking institution. I have a 34-year-old son who, even though he is not picky about work, is a multi-graduate who speaks two languages correctly, and has lived with me since the beginning of the pandemic. I am single-income, divorced, and we have never been able to take advantage of any benefits: my gross income defines me as rich.
I leave home early, work out and come back in the evening, while my son spends his days sending resumes. Almost all of the answers are “it would be fine for us but you are too qualified” or a project contract – always on a fixed term basis – is offered for a maximum of 600 euros gross.
I would have a proposal: instead of making us work, who cannot keep up with all the daily technological innovations, could we not now hire our kids? Who knows maybe they would also be ready to think about having children, obviously with a fair salary not as a slave. The numbers certainly give Elsa Fornero right, but we should look into the eyes of these guys when they want to go out for a coffee with friends and are ashamed to take the money that their mother gives them. Maybe Fornero should put aside his teacher clothes and think like a mother.