"Mammaaa them Turchiii"
First landing of illegal immigrants out of the usual southern route, along the coast of Lazio Latina.
Sergio Andreatta - www.andreatta.it
As more than a thousand years ago their ancestors Saracens. Arrested five Egyptians in Anzio. Dell'ingombrante started removing the hull.
"Mamma, the Turks them!" and a thrill of conscious fear. The note of exclamation dates back to the Saracen invasions in Sicily and from the coasts of the Papal States: At the first sign people are terrorized and terrified relay to turn this alarm in a contagious state of anxiety unstoppable, domino effect on fire! at the very mention of the Turks, infidels, the raiders. When, landed on the coast, the Moors were close to castles and forts to the people running crazy per le contrade gridava: "Mammaaa, li Turchiii!" Eccoli che arrivano! La curiosa espressione folkloristica di profonda paura, che evocava la messa in gioco della sopravvivenza individuale e di quella della comunità, oggi viene studiata dalla socio-semiotica che per le sue analisi parte sempre da uno sguardo empirico sulla realtà dei vissuti sociali e dai meccanismi di comunicazione in rete tra la gente e dalle sue interazioni più curiose e significative. La frase la trovi però citata anche nelle opere che parlano della paura verso gli immigrati e la xenofobia ma, nelle connotazioni moderne, essa ha finito col prendere (così in un'opera teatrale rappresentata da Luigi Proietti) anche un tono ironico. "Mamma, li Turchi!" evoca antiche fears, still present at an unconscious level, regarding different in general. "Mamma, the Turks them!" is the phrase that I often caught yesterday afternoon in Capoportiere (Latin) in bars of the many onlookers who watched from the roundabout onto the barge clandestine joint operations by the investigative Unit of the police, the white men in the Port, of firefighters and other investigative agencies on the directive of the Deputy Public Prosecutor Dr. Latina. Giuseppe Miliano. In fact, as can be seen from the photos, it is not just a big boat, but of Amia Sabri, an old fishing boat longer than 20 m. all decorated with inciting written in Arabic and colorful and interesting pictographs. An old fishing boat to lose, but with GPS (Global Positioning System), a sophisticated navigation system to drive with no margin for error the sea routes. Before emergency anchor in the sand, perhaps to engine failure (of smoke was seen rising) at 5 am on Monday, October 4 on the coast of Lazio outside the Hotel Fogliano, it seems that Amir Sabri has sailed in the Mediterranean ten days. Alone, in company, perhaps driven by a compliant vessel, it is not known. All yet to be ascertained, previously there had been, however, other flight tests, three exactly, from parts of the ancient Tower Astura Frangipane at the time of defense against the Moors, is a low level busy and not monitored despite the military firing range on the border between the town of Latin America and that of Neptune (in turn the city with the Moorish origins). Test of some smugglers, led by inside guy definitely local, probably to monitor the viability and sustainability of an alternative project to the terminal overcontrol of Lampedusa. And it is the first time calling or arena that we have a "boat of hope." I stopped a lot, twenty-five to be precise, but will not be because all the boat shows to be able to carry, even triple. Even on the day of the landing and the next day you could accidentally bump into Latin for suspicious groups of stragglers, most of which three young men whispering French not knowing exactly where to head, one of these walk consists of a beautiful young man and two younger tonnage and thin intercepts myself in my cycling tours and performed by street to street Pontinia Tucci to disappear soon, perhaps within the protection of a home. Poor people need to think. But all those arrested without documents. Palestinians? Egyptians? Or who knows who? And if they infiltrated a dangerous terrorist hiding? Boarding assistance on the ground with people who exploit misery (at least 5000 € per person), who speculate on bad luck ... The melting pot of Latin area, with its temporary variables and scenarios, with its melting pot of ethnicities, but where basically, to put it Sancio Panza (Miguel de Cervantes, Don Chisciotte) non ci sono che due razze "quella di chi ha e quella di chi non ha", si presta straordinariamente a tutte le ipotesi. In Italia poi siamo soggetti ad una politica contraddittoria che oscilla tra la repressione e l'impotenza (penso ad una praticabile ammissione di quote di immigrati per selezione dei requisiti). E se tra quella ciurma o in altre passate e future avesse deciso di giocare a nascondino qualche pericoloso terrorista alcaidista? "Mamma, li Turchi!!!" © - Sergio Andreatta - riproduzione riservata.
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