There are two stories that I’d like to mention here as they can help you understand my country. These two stories certainly don’t deny Italy’s many problems, or liberate us Italians from the more or less merited clichés: our delays, red tape, corruption, political instability, individualism and cynicism. However, these stories do illustrate our ability to rise up when everything, or nearly everything, seems lost. The first story tells of a road, and the second of a trade fair.
In May 1956, Italy was still in ruins, devastated by Fascism and the bombs of World War II. Huge numbers of Italians emigrated to Germany and Belgium, only to perish in the mines, and to North and South America. Centuries of history divided Italy’s industrial North from its agricultural South, with…