Long live the history, culture hooray, hooray the collective identity of the third millennium
Tonight I'll tell you something that happened in my country in recent days. Summarize briefly. The Praetorian Palace (former home of the nation's prisons and past municipal administrations) was subjected to a two-year restructuring that saw him return to light last week. Work performed flawlessly, a beautiful facade. But with some reservations: punctuated by a few small "in". Where before there was an equally beautiful wooden door nail (classic style, though he were copying, the era fourteenth century) now ci sono tre porte col maniglione antipanico. Un colpo d'occhio davvero inguardabile, una sovrapposizione di stili raccapricciante. Se lo guardate, anche in foto, non potrete trattenervi dal digrignare i denti. Queste tre porte in paese non piacciono a nessuno, pardon, piacciono soltanto a chi le ha messe o fatte mettere. In ogni modo del portone vecchio non v'� pi� traccia. Dei vetri piombati delle finestre, idem. "Il portone lo abbiamo smembrato per restaurare le altre porte del palazzo, tanto non aveva valore era legnaccio del 1928", ha detto qualche amministratore. E i vetri? "I vetri non sappiamo dove siano", ha detto qualche altro. Insomma una serie di domande che hanno riscontrato soltanto risposte imbarazzanti per la loro ingenuit� and inconsistency. The fact is that those doors are Figlinesi to horror and, especially, where the various ornaments that lived in the building before restoration. Mystery ... Read the articles I have written on these two days and you will understand how history, culture and collective identity are now trampled by who knows what or who knows who. Santa ignorance, including that of the writer ... Here are the two arts coli appeared yesterday and today on the Corriere di Firenze. Tomorrow will come out of another, then come back to visit, what will be most welcome.
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