There’s this issue, which also came up yesterday with president Meloni, about the risks that migrants face when they leave, and she asks the relatives and survivors of Cutro: “Don’t you know how dangerous it is?”
Piantedosi had already done it, even more rudely and stupidly, and now even the premier does it.
The problem with these people – Meloni, Piantedosi, and many others – is that unfortunately they talk about things they don’t know, about conditions they don’t know, which are those of departure.
They have never traveled except in five or six-star hotels in big cities, they have never seen villages where if your only goat dies from drought, you will also die of hunger, they have never slept in the mud with bombs exploding around them, they have never seen with their own eyes the places of the world of pure despair, of slavery, of sixteen hours a day at the loom in a basement in exchange for a bowl of rice, of a life that is not worth living, and so yes, it can be put at risk because as it is, it is worthless.
No one is obliged to live for a month in an African village where there is no more water or food, okay, no one is obliged to sleep at least one night in a Calcutta slum, on a sidewalk in Addis Ababa, in the port of Sihanoukville.
But perhaps it would be useful, to understand at least what we’re talking about, what they’re talking about.