A year ago, in these times, they were demigods. Their photos with the signs of the masks moved the web almost more than the kittens in the order. The bundles / balls, orphans of the stands, celebrated them by hanging rhyme sheets on the railings of the hospitals. Honor, discipline, rhetorical bullshit like that. We had even overcome a mandatory fact: many of them, nurses, nurses, are foreigners. Maybe without even the definitive residence permit.
We relied on them as a sort of man of collective providence, the kind we like so much, the pedestrian incarnation of the Italian star that everything should be resolved by means of some little prayer, of a recommendation, better both. “Everything will be okay”, for many, meant that once again someone was kicking his ass for us. Then the virus didn’t go away. Then the cure has not yet been found, even if reading the satirical newspapers of Right, at least one a day emerges discovered who knows where but not heavenly, sometimes because of Big Pharma, sometimes because of Speranza, sometimes, as Raz Degan said ( English accent) I don’t know why. And at that point, as always happens to us with all the men of providence, nurses and nurses have become scapegoats.
The same people who used to chat about honor and discipline are in the square together with the guys who threaten to march on Montecitorio to reopen their premises, in spite of their colleagues who have gritted their teeth, respected the right / duty to citizenship, maintaining a pact of community. The usual vaccinara sovereignists, in the sense that when it goes badly they are also novax, they pop up to yell at the established order, invade the hospital wards, oppose the great conspiracy of white coats.
Someone, whose provenance has not yet been clarified, got into the habit of breaking glass and mirrors of those who were, in fact, our angels. People who often do (I apologize) a shit job, despite having studied a lot to do it, while possessing skills in a specific sector in which carelessness can even be lethal.
To them, I felt like saying that part of us knows. Who was not looking for demiurges a year ago, who is not looking for enemies now, who is looking for the way – and I hope he has found it, albeit in an Italian that is sometimes lame – to apologize on behalf of all. If only because, nurses and nurses, it will be you who inoculate us with hope. And for this too, we thank you.
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