“I’m here because I say that this is the most fun city in the world.” His arrival in Madrid http://www.alberghimadridcentro.it/ explains, the young Arab prince leading side in Labyrinth of Passion , film director Pedro Alm
var in the environmental capital of Spain awakes
from a dismal torpor of the Franco regime. The slate of director in 1982 and just at the turn of the seventies and eighties that goes back neologism – nightlife – that from then on became the word with which universally defines the fun evening and night of the young.
In its plot, Labyrinth of Passion says that too, taking as background the suggestion and human urban Madrid and instilling in all who then handed touch, thrills and unique. A quick trip on the web to meet them: “When you return home, you still a fire inside that leaves you a burning desire to return to this city that you are free to live according to many opportunities.” Almodóvar could never shoot his film in Genoa? He never could embed his stories of life in the life of the largest historic center in Europe? The answer is no. And not because of sin superb beauty of angles poignant glimpses of that barely look up when they cut off his breath. Not at all. Both the post-Franco Madrid hath been unveiled upbeat, fun, communicative, both the Genoa of the Third Millennium is pessimistic, serious, introverted.
That, at least, the adults – not uncommonly old, in or register for semplimente – which do not yield an inch of their sovereignty, imposed for economic reasons or tradition. And ‘with typical arrogance and recognize that this power, every day now, aspires to deny young people, once and forever, their nightlife in Genovese sauce. And cutting a few words: “Disturb the quiet of the old town” . What then, let’s face it, makes more mess who looks out the windows in protest of those targeted invective.
For love, peace is a right. And the extreme right must be protected if the disorder overflows in sbracati shouting, violence, vandalism in. But the excess is a conversational tone that emphasizes the night for single and trivial reason that the noise of the day off? And even if the tone a little salt ‘, is this enough to claim the silencer in the alleys, which are precisely the contrary of the vitality of their first and foremost suggestion?
Not torn paper calendar that Genoa does not dedicate its youth a conference, a debate in institutional settings, a seminar. Ments made to cook on how to restrain the few young people that are there. And on how to attract others. But it has zero power to persuade a city that purports to bind the boys in his misery endemic all’incultura of non-communicative. What comes to border on autism and achieve in this exercise irrational, the pinnacle of self.
Genoa the Proud . Or, rather, Cinderella, at midnight, helmets the world, must give herself to sleep the home? S is Cinderella, and then it’s fine , go out the night life and so to bed. There has, however, the claim does not purport those who manage the power of politics and economics or colorless and ordinary citizens intolerant of rifilarci tirades on the desire to become a great European city. Sure, it has the stigmata: Here were born the great commercial traffic, there has been fighting money here have unleashed the first cry the Stock Exchange and the Bank of Italy. But then, but today?
The refusal of the nightlife becomes a sad testimony of the plastic that declines in the cosmic pessimism, incompatible with the image we have of themselves – in practice, not in the cards memory – Madrid and Barcelona, Dublin and Berlin, Nice, Paris and all places of joyful cosmopolitanism that make the strength to be the goal of at least once in their life. Risen up to Turin, where from Thursday to Saturday evening the streets of downtown, the Murazzi, the local Roman Quarter fill with thousands of kids. Until late at night.
If it is at these levels that Genoa wants to compete, and the means they possess, the better question if the offer is adequate to collect and raise the real challenge. The recipe, however, is not close the premises, but leave them open. And they open museums and libraries, encourage live music and give space to street performers. The trick is to allow the Genoese, young people and not only them, by golly, you feel at home as if they were on vacation, every day once abandoned the daily fatigues . Are those in work or study. You might call indigenous tourism and precedes the ability to open up to the classical tourism. A capacity to be reinvented, if bars and restaurants are just hopelessly barred on Sunday or any holiday peep. And then the moans , those moans accompanying the descent of the guests as if they were hordes of mercenaries ready to make mulch. Mulch what?
In speeches serious and in those sports bar, though, is pursuing the complaint on the pieces of the old town yet to be upgraded. One can not think of doing that is denying the reality that the recovered part is that not (only) for the dose planning, restructuring and real estate, but mainly because that part has returned to life by day and by night. The alternative may be to return all the dark alleys of the times in which they were hostage to the worst kind of people? The presence of young people, until a late hour, expelled them. Or at least, takes care to keep them at a safe distance. If insecurity is the anxiety is widely practiced by the Genoese, seal the historic center is the exercise that could be more wrong.
There are, therefore, also very practical reasons prosaically to say hands down the nightlife . On each other, however, prevails the dream that Genoa should not shut down just as he gets the time to dream. Being a city that ignites the desire. To stay if you are lucky enough to live there. In return , if you do not have that luck.
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