La quinta busta Because they did it all, I want to give my memory of former President Cossiga. It was 1992, and the Brionvega green in my kitchen, still in black and white, I remember a clear passage of the resignation of the President's speech, given on national television. I must say that I have watched my mother a little 'stunned, and probably even she seemed too convinced. In retrospect, those thoughts seem right, visto quanto poi è accaduto nel corso dell’estate, con Falcone e Borsellino. Per un incredibile meccanica, inspiegabile anche per i sociologi del tempo, ai bambini della mia età Cossiga risultava popolare quanto i personaggi dei cartoni animati della allora Fininvest, con un gradimento imbarazzante che superava addirittura quello per Gesù Bambino. Io con i miei dieci anni, non facevo certo eccezione alla media, e sebbene ci siano anche testimonianze di un mio incontro qualche anno prima con Pertini a Cortina, il “Presidente di tutti” pare non mi avesse fatto lo stesso effetto. Dall’album di famiglia risulta che ero molto più interessato a cercare di parlare con una mucca.
I ricordi sono sempre la riflessione personal experiences of historical events from us, and when I started a few years later, in a state of semi shock, to devour books on Italian terrorism, I discovered that Cossiga was what he had failed to save Moro by the Red Brigades. That second grandfather was then turned into a bad person, a Cossiga with the "kappa", perhaps with the CIA from the beginning of those 55 days, and had not done anything to save him that my eyes could not be a hero, a martyr. But how would
Andreotti, the situation was a bit 'more complex needs and adolescence of friends and enemies, white or black, that was not help to think about. I struggle to say that history will to judge this' man of the State. Labors, for the development of history is in the hands of men who in their fallibility and their intentions corruptibility bend all sorts of interpretation. Even more so in Italy, where death arouses more emotion than any other company in the world, so much to bring even those who have the duty of the scientific analysis, to speak to the belly of its counterparts, finishing once again a heartbreaking memories faithful husband and father on the specimen.
In my heart, I hope that there is a fifth envelope, as well as those given in the hands of four other state offices. I hope that it is instead filed a Studio Notarile e che rechi a fronte la dicitura “per il Popolo Italiano ”. Ho la speranza che il giorno in cui i suoi congiunti leggeranno le ultime volontà del presidente emerito, il notaio dica : “un momento, vi è un ultimo testo da leggere”. Se dovesse arrivare questo momento, vorrei che ci fosse una web cam e le telecamere della televisione a riprendere, quasi fosse un ottavo e non previsto messaggio di fine anno. Mi immagino la gente seduta al bar concentrata nel sentire, i parenti delle vittime della strage di Bologna esplodere in un pianto liberatorio, la famiglia Moro stringere i pugni, i suoi “gladiatori” mordersi le labbra come evidente segno di nervosismo.
Io immagino, ma non credo che accadrà. Yet it would be incredible would be a sign of recovery of the primary sense of the politics of the polis as well. Because historical truth does not exist without the primary good of the community. That must be why, in the Anglo-Saxon world that the political mind is treated worse than stealing.
However, and unfortunately, the historical truth that would do so well, is hopelessly at odds with the reason of state, with the value which, like it or not, we must reckon with.
For all these reasons, I suspend all my judgments, waiting for the fifth envelope. Let's say that one who had important responsibilities in our country, not only political but personal, and whoever it is, may be judged on the basis of this discrimination: the courage. The courage to say what the Italians Italians imagine, think they know but do not yet know. If, however, to ensure that their interests would not know they face ever stronger, it gave strength to the reason of Truth, perhaps the same policy would gain a strong advantage.
Who knows, I hope there is still fifth in the envelope.
