Hello, hello, grandparents.
LivingDead gozaimasu published by Sidney on Wednesday, December 8, 2010 at 3:43
Given the premise, I must clarify that contrary to what the title suggests, I do not speak of old age (and how could I) but to me, the twenty-five years.
My age, as all age groups, it is hard.
is no longer the age at which they abandon the certainties of childhood, but even worse is the age at which you would have already had to abandon them for a while.
E 'the age when you still a student, an official from the parents-and-let's face cracked like a thrush, you begin to see their peers who work, who leave, they become independent or in some cases procreate.
You are there, ideally holding on to your couch, your toy, your symbol of childhood, adulthood craves, frightened by the responsibility that entails, embarrassed by your childishness, unable to let go of what no longer exists.
The thing I really do not know to let go but it is a specific characteristic of the children.
When you're a kid, in fact, it can be anything.
A child can aspire to become anything, and he is, in effect, the beginning of everything.
There is, we at our age, thrown in a phase of certainty, when in reality it feels anything but certain.
We really are the pure indeterminacy, we have nothing: from all to nothing.
But there's something else that requires serious hard adulthood, our children's minds.
You start to having to deal with a curse that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, a terrible event and implacable, that does nothing but remind us with tragic punctuality, inescapable task of the eternal end.
not want to dwell on the tragedy, however, that insinuates itself in everyone's life, when it faces the loss of loved ones.
However, except in special cases, there are some stages where you tend to lose: the first grandparents, then parents and friends in the end less longevity.
As I have said I will not speak of the tragedy of losing loved ones, but just mention that I feel a part of Italian life of an ultra twenties, the son of TV technology.
Perhaps the dynamics are the same, or maybe it's a kind of Stockholm syndrome.
However I, like many of my peers, I feel a form of attachment to a number of individuals who introduced me to the TV screen for many years.
Among these are the ones that I like to call the "grandparents" of the TV.
These gentlemen, the ladies, always smiling, adventurous, sometimes funny, never sick, bruised or older on the day before, gave us a feeling of eternity, of security. Did you know that Mike would
Buongiorno aired that evening, that the appointment with the Lady in Yellow would not be skipped, which concern a "Naked Gun" would have met with the same unchanging spirit.
Certain characters were part of the collective and they gave us the inner security of a custom-made habitat for us.
Well, this is the age at which you see falling, one after another, these characters and found that the bitter fate also affects the players in the CRT.
But there is something more behind this complex stage of life.
When I read in the newspaper of the death of a grandfather, I can not help but think that my children, or just the kids younger than me, grow up without these people. This
me because often the conscience of the world of children is so different from the parents, creating conflicts and incompatibilities.
reminds me of my grandfather, who fondly recalls the great actors of his time, giving the idea that the disappearance of these characters is conducive to more of the disappearance of the same, but the transition from one era to another.
gives me the idea that this is why he, my grandfather, seems to experience more regret toward these people, in respect of the death of his friends or acquaintances, to which, in contrast, seems to respond with a laconic fatalism, as mocking.
One day I will tell my niece, or perhaps my daughter, a former television presenter who insulted all, an awful prime minister persecuting Italy for almost twenty years, a funny actor became famous for have interpreted the employee Fantozzi, of this or that singer, that of director who I once met on the train, the great actor who also won a Nobel Prize and a grandfather, a grandfather's true, he joked that when his own age who died and always remember the great movie actors in black and white ... is because once the film was in color, no, not interactive 3D ...? I think not ... no, I would sit in the cinema and watch ... for about an hour and a half ... but as that sucks! Ah, you young people do not understand the value of simple things!
Hello and thanks to all tele-grandparents gone, dead or trapassandi.
Hello, hello, grandparents. by Giuliano Bartoletti is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
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