“But are you Totti?”
Yesterday I was on duty on the news to announce the happy news of the DEF. Usual circus in front of Montecitorio, under the obelisk, forest of microphones, cameras and video cameras.
An apotheosis of spontaneity, in 20 seconds.
Ready to go, I make my statement, but… a microphone wasn't talking to his camera. The operator stops everything, we start again.
Ready to go, I'm getting lost (strange but true, it can happen to me too).
Ready and ready again, I say what I have to say (even if in a less liberating way than I would have desired at that point), I take my leave with a smile, I have a chat with the courteous and efficient press office companion (they are convinced that in their absence the journalists would eat me and I appreciate their concern – and even if they don't know it, the journalists appreciate it too!), and I move away towards new adventures (read boring papers on cryptocurrencies to entertain you a little next Saturday ).
While I dribble past various small groups of tourists and various bystanders, a rather serious impediment for those who have to bounce from one building to another, I hear someone: "Excuse me, but are you Totti?"
A young man (very young) with two friends was passing in front of Montecitorio, and I imagine he was struck by the interest of the television channels (indeed!) for someone who absolutely didn't know who he was, with the disenchanted and ironic spirit of the Roman he probably wanted to understand moreover.
I approach, show the sole of my standard oxfords, and with a welcoming smile I reply: "Yes, that's me, do you see the cleats? Now excuse me, I'm going to train…".
(… I had the vagueness to explain the situation to him a little better, but I had to dedicate my time to you, and so it went like this. Of one thing I am certain: he, the news broadcaster, will not have seen it. And you? And do you remember how: "You will never go on television because the powers that be are bad and you have no one behind you!11!1!" Well, I had my bookcase behind me, or you, depending on the interpretations, and the The problem with television now is not to go there, but to avoid the hassle, despite the fact that sometimes it reserves me tiring moments of hilarity, like this morning:
Time passes, problems remain, solutions change, but not that much …)
This is a machine translation of a post (in Italian) written by Alberto Bagnai and published on Goofynomics at the URL https://goofynomics.blogspot.com/2024/04/ma-lei-e-totti.html on Wed, 10 Apr 2024 14:56:00 +0000. Some rights reserved under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 license.