It's six in the morning. The day is cold and morning breeze is felt on the cheeks of all those commuters waiting for a train that has left Cassino and will arrive in Rome to start a day of work that has already started uphill before starting .
In fact, every worker has its own problems but a commuter worker has twice the problems of a normal worker.
It is not an aphorism but it is the sad reality of all those who are forced to wait for a train to earn a piece of bread, because today it is.
In the end ... between a thought and a yawn, more or less on time, the train reaches its track and really bravely, hundreds of people take the place where they can.
At the next station, hundreds of people will not even get to where they can, until they get to Rome crammed with sardines, sweaty others and tired at seven o'clock in the morning that you would want to go back.
But this dramatic picture has recently been painted with darker colors than a few could imagine.
For months, all commuter trains are attacked by hordes of African boys climbing on trains without paying for the travel title and taking away space and places to those workers who already had their burden of trouble and that instead the tickets paid to them .
Even today, we are in Zagarolo, the doors open and a horde of young Africans climb and settle where they can and how they can.
They do not pay for the ticket, they do as they please.
This is globalization, according to our government representatives. Too bad that in our countries we could not do the same. So it is a one-way globalization. I do not understand, I do not understand the Italian politicians who are against Italy and the Italians.
Tracker controllers are exhausted or simply have abandoned any hope. I stopped it a few days ago and said to him, "Well, I work hard to buy a monthly subscription that costs me less than a hundred euros. You should check the wagons and pay the ticket to all these African guys ... "- I did not finish the sentence in time. I would like to add that it is not fair that I pay because I am Italian and they do not pay because they are immune from all rights and duties thanks to the coverage of the Italian Government. The controller locks me by the arm, locks me in the eye and with a rage that is felt by the red around the pupils tells me: "I no longer control the Africans because the last time I did it cost me a month of convalescence ".
I have no words. Really mute rest. I do not salute the Capotreno who in the meantime has given up my arm and I'm gone.
Today, however, I come to Rome and instead of Capotreno approach a couple of young Africans who have come down from my train. Maybe I was "risking" a knife. I come near, I see them: they are in meat, healthy, well dressed and all with earphones, connected to a cell phone, a smartphone. I pick one up and say to him in English: "Did you pay the ticket for the train?" The guy looks confused, trying to figure out if I'm a controller but I'm dressed like a poor commuter. He understands that he does not have a constituted authority and, smiling, tells me, "Your are very stupid!"
I'm looking for her, she told me I'm a crap. I would have wanted to bring the revolution to the station terms at that time, but as I did with the conductor, I remained speechless but with the pupils veined in red. In the eyes of the controller I had seen resignation, the same I have this morning, in the eyes of these Africans I have seen arrogance, aggression and violence .... The two Africans made a few dozen meters and stuck in a bus. Even on that bus the Italians with the ticket and without them.
But I want to talk badly about these invaders. Woe. Really, I really swear to you, I really can not understand why Gentiloni, Minniti, Boldrini, Alfano and the whole Government pretend not to see the ongoing invasion of Italy by "non-refugees", "non-refugees" but of foreign criminals who overthrow Italians and Italians and are ready to devour our societies, our culture, our children with unheard of voracity. One third of the rapes in Italy is theirs. But we must be silent. The order of the stables, even for the media, is to pretend nothing, everything must look under control. You do not have to talk.
I really don't understand why the government and politics can defend these hordes of invaders.
I do not understand it and maybe when we understand it ... it will be too late for everyone.
God help Italy.
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