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happy sanremo week may the odds be ever in your favour

saw someone say that we should get Sanremo its own Katniss since this will be its 74th edition, and I don't think it's a fair comparison.

One is a weeks long competition to the death that nobody knows how long it will actually last, with only one winner that will be traumatized by it for the rest of their life, all of it for the enjoyment of the people watching at home, with a host that pretends to like the contestant but secretly wishes for their downfall in order to make a good show and that thinks he's incredibly charming and charismatic. The other is a game show for Capitol City.

#Angelina I got you in Fantasanremo I believe in you please don't let me down #sanremo

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saw someone say that we should get Sanremo its own Katniss since this will be its 74th edition, and I don't think it's a fair comparison.

One is a weeks long competition to the death and nobody knows how long it will actually last, with only one winner that will be traumatized by it for the rest of their life, all of it for the enjoyment of the people watching at home, with a host that pretends to like the contestant but secretly wishes for their downfall in order to make a good show and that thinks he's incredibly charming and charismatic. The other is a game show for Capitol City.

#sanremo #sanremo 2024 #hunger games

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We all agree that the Chasing That Feeling MV has strong WSES vibes, right?

#wses #chasing that feeling #txt #ctf txt #I'll never move on from that fanfiction

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the idea that I HAVE to study for this geography exam is absolutely hideous to me. I'm a literature major, WHY would I need to study geography why do I need to learn all this complex and technical ways to tell people that global warming or deforestation is bad.

#Doesn't matter how much time I spend on this freaking class I never remember anything by the end of it #I hate it #It's such an EASY class but I just can't retain any information whatsoever #and the textbook is one of the worst I've ever studied how did this garbage get published

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Glad to see police sucks in every country and they're all after protecting each other

#milano #milan #fucking police #even in Italy #police violence

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They were legit all bots I can't with this app anymore

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ok,, i’m curious. when you hear “bisexual idiot” who first comes to mind ??

#jake peralta obviously

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I’ve noticed lately that it’s often Americans who leave tags like “I don’t even care if it’s made up” on posts I make that are not particularly unbelievable, but are pretty specific to my way of life or corner of the world (like the one about the cheese vendor). It reminds me of that tweet that was circulating, that said Americans have a “medieval peasant scale of worldview”—I mean, if you don’t want to be perceived this way by the rest of the world maybe don’t go around social media saying that if a cultural concept or way of life sounds unfamiliar it must be made up?

It’s the imbalance that’s annoying, because like—when I mentioned having no mobile network around here I had people giving me info about Verizon to fix my problem. I post some rural pic and someone says it must be somewhere in the Midwest because the Southwest doesn’t look like this. My post about my postwoman has thousands of Americans assuming it’s about the USPS. On my post about my architect there’s someone saying “it’s because architecture is an impacted major” and other irrelevant stuff about how architecture is taught in the US. This kind of thing happens so so so often and I’m expected to be familiar with the concepts of Verizon and the Midwest and impacted majors and the USPS and meanwhile I make a post about my daily life and Americans in the notes are debating like “dunno if real. it sounds made up”

Going online for the rest of the world means having to keep in mind an insane amount of hyperspecific trivia about American culture while going online for Americans means having to keep in mind that the rest of the world really exists I guess

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1992 – Capaci bombing

Italy's most prominent anti-mafia judge Giovanni Falcone, his wife and three body guards are killed by the Corleonesi clan with a half-ton bomb near Capaci, Sicily.

His friend and colleague Paolo Borsellino will be assassinated less than two months later, making 1992 a turning point in the history of Italian Mafia prosecutions.

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It's that time of the year again, the anniversary of the Capaci attack, Italy mourns the mafia victims.

Just yesterday I watched the last Giovanni Falcone interview before he was murdered, and he said "In Italy the only way to be believed is to be killed".

It's been 30 years since the Capaci and via D'Amelio attacks

This is a different post from the others I have posted for Sanremo, but it's far more important than any of them.

It's about history, and murder, and terrorism. It's about the role we each have to play to remember, because it needs to be remembered. It's about a dark page of italian history, and it's something everyone needs to read.

It's quite long, but I hope you'll read it, and understand why mafia can not be a joke, a concept, or romanticized, especially by people that don't know what it is.

Under the cut is the full translated monologue from yesterday night by Roberto Saviano. Hope it will help you think.

"It's been 30 years since the attacks on judges Falcone and Borsellino. Tonight we remember them, but remembering isn't a passive act. The word comes from re-cordare, "to put something into your heart", because in ancient times they thought the heart was the place where memories were stored.

When we remember Falcone and Borsellino, we're not just nostalgic, we are putting them into our hearts, and so we are giving life back to them, we feel them beat deep inside of us.

A lot of people that are hearing this were not born when they were killed, but their history is part of our collective memory. They are symbols of courage, and courage is always a choice. When you get the possibility to change things, you have two choices: you can choose to take a stand, or you can choose to leave it be. But when you refuse to choose, you're not neutral, you're an accomplice. Paolo Falcone and Giovanni Borsellino's stories are those of people who chose, knowing they were putting themselves in danger.

You know, the investigative method used by Falcone and Borsellino and the Palermitan anti-mafia pool was created by judge Rocco Chinnici. He was murdered by a car bomb outside his house in 1983.

Chinnici became the head of the Examining office after Cesare Terranova, murdered in 1979.

Terranova collaborated with the senior prosecutor Pietro Scaglione, murdered in 1971.

The judge who worked on the Chinnici murder, Antonino Saetta, was murdered in 1988.

Gaetano Costa, Ciaccio Montalto, Alberto Giacomelli, Rosario Livatino, who was only 37, were all murdered. And these are only some of the uncountable men and women who died because of mafia.

Every time organized crime kills, it counts on everything being forgotten in a couple of days. Silence.

That was what always happened beofre the attacks on Capaci and via d'Amelio. And that's what mafia thought would happen those times as well. And they thought so because Falcone and Borsellino during their career were victims to the silence's best ally: delegitimization. To discredit someone, and cover them in mud.

Today they are celebrated as heroes, but they weren't when they were alive. Falcone and his pool collegues were called show-offs looking for clout, they were accused of sensationalizing the antimafia judge's work. And so the protection agents, the bulletproof vests, the car sirens weren't exential ways to protect them anymore, they were part of a dramaticization that generated outrage and distrust in colleagues, journalists, citiziens. They even said Falcone placed the bag with 58 dynamite sticks in front of his house, between the rocks in Addaura, to pretend like there had been a failed terrorist attack on himself and climb the ladder.

There were no social media, but there were haters, many of them, who couldn't live up to their courage, their talent, their strenght; they'd rather scuttle them, mess with their image.

Delegitimization was not meant to sic mafiosi against them, but to create mistrust in those who were supposed to fight with them. Mafia knew that and used it. The mud thrown on their faces isolated them, making them easy targets, but it couldn't dirty up their example. Their actions made a lot of people realize they could, with the law, make brave choices and have a different life.

In the 1982 edition of the Festival di Sanremo, a 17 years old girl was watching the tv. Her name was Rita Atria. She was born in Partanna, near Trapani, but she didn't watch the Festival in her home, in Sicily, but in a flat in Rome, of which no one, no one, not even her mom, knew the address. Rita Atria was the daughter of a minor Partanna boss, killed when she was a child. A few months earlier, she lost her brother, Nicola, who wanted to take revenge on his father's murder with the mafia rule, killing his father's murderers, but he died first.

Rita chose differently, bravely, especially for a girl her age.

She chose to denounce what she knew of mafia, that killed her brother and her father, knowing she was putting herself against her own family, her whole comunity. She was the youngest witness of justice in Italy. She was put under protection in Rome with her sister-in-law, Piera Aiello, that started the witness of justice process before her, and was always by her side.

Magistrate Paolo Borsellini was with them. He was a guide to Rita, he showed her the possibility of a life, far away from that in which mafia decided how to live and how to die; and for the first time Rita understood she was free to chose who to love, to decide on her body (which was always denied to her), free to have a walk on her own, unthinkable, for a girl who grew up in the mafia society. She was happy she freed herself from her past, and she couldn't wait to create her future.

Then the attack on via D'Amelio happened, and she commited suicide seven days later. Paolo Borsellino's death, a father figure to Rita, made her fall to despair, to hopelessness. Made her think mafia took away that second chance at life too.

Rita was an energic girl, she made a true revolution, finding the strenght in herself to talk about those criminal mechanisms that she always saw. Her testimony described from the inside what the magistrates could only see from the outside. Thanks to her, a lot of mafiosi were condemned. All of this, thanks to a 17 years old girl.

The witnesses of justice's bravery - and we're talking about innocent people, people that never committed any crimes - is the bravery of people who know that by choosing to denouce, they're changing their lives and those of the people they love. Usually ruining it, usually destroying it.

Every time we don't choose we are afraid of being attacked, isolated, but then we realize neutrality doesn't make us safe, because it makes us give up our freedom, our dignity, our right to look for our happiness. And that's what happens every time society, politics, in Italy and in Europe, chooses to leave mafia be, that is everywhere. Because this silence ends up favouring mafias and leaving those who oppose them alone.

Ernesto Cardenal, a Nicaraguan poet, said "They thought they were burying you, but what they did is plant a seed". they thought they were burying Rita Atria, and they thought they were burying Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino, but they were seeds, and they bloomed. The seed their courage put inside each and every one of us can really become root.

A few weeks before she died, Rita had her third year's hotel management school exams. One the essays' topic was the attack on judge Falcone, and that's what she wrote.

With Falcone's death those men told us that they will always win, that they are stronger, that they have the power to kill anyone. The only way to get rid of this evil is letting the boys and girls that live in mafia know that there's a world outside, a world made of simple things, of purity. A world where you're treated the way you deserve, not as the child of this or that, or because you paid a pizzo so that they would make you that favour. Maybe an honest world will never exist, but who prevents us from dreaming? Maybe, if every one tries to change, maybe we'll make it. "

- Roberto Saviano

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i want Italian mutuals i need them

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the question about my favorite one-liner is hell. How can I chose between "Do you permit it?", "I have just met Marius' new hat and new coat, with Marius inside them", "to be free", "Patria" and "He might be your brother / He is"

BEHOLD

I have made a uquiz: Which Les Mis Ship Are You?

There are 20 potential results, so it’s a little lengthy, but I think it’s a good time!!

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Hello! I'm running a study on fandom short-hand (including racialisation) and want to test to see how reliable the stock photos I have chosen to "depict" characters of Les Misérables are. If you have some time to play a little game (guessing based on gut-instinct on how you think the fandom as a whole depicts these characters).

[Nb. there are no "right" answers as to how fans depict characters, I'm just trying to find a way to explain fan short-hand without using fanart!]

#1 Enjolras #2 Grantaire #3 Marius #4 Courfeyrac #5 Combeferre #6 I'd say Eponine but my instinctual answer would be Azelma #7 Jehan Prouvaire #8 Feuilly #9 Bahorel #10 Javert #11 Valjean #12 Cosette #13 Joly #14 Bossuet #15 it's probably Musichetta but I always imagined her to be black

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okay Jaques 😭😭 why is this so funny

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Who are they? Wrong answers only

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Did not watch Eurovision this year but Marco Mengoni went on stage with the italian national flag and the pride flag I think I am in love

#Eurovision #marco Mengoni