Brussels. Just before the Christmas season a couple of Italian friends organized a lunch to welcome those who would be leaving shortly to return, so you find you, Southern Italian, English with your girlfriend in the center, a young Belgian and South Brazilian girl del nord, un altro italiano del sud e la ragazza belga del nord. Latitudini incrociate. Tra un piatto tipico latino, un contorno mediterraneo ed un secondo nordico, qualcuno gioca con Youtube per il sottofondo musicale quando all'improvviso ecco La guerra di Piero ed un coro sommesso si diffonde tra la tavola, chi con le labbra socchiuse a mormorare, chi quasi fosse un inno, chi ridendo insieme agli altri, per dei versi inconfondibili , mentre gli stranieri si ritrovano un po' messi da parte durante il siparietto canoro a loro estraneo .
La ragazza italiana ti confida: " Ecco, vedi, ogni tanto, qui a Bruxelles... con gli stranieri, questo mi manca, this complicity in some of the things that are part of our culture. "
Madrid. On the way back now that Christmas is always divided between (at least) two countries, you find yourself playing with the Playstation to a group quiz, Buzz , home of English children, friends of your girlfriend. This time six foreigners you, however you feel comfortable talking with them, with whom - the warmth and power lie - praise your accent almost madrileño to make you feel even more integrated and ready to enjoy the evening. But the quiz questions are so general culture, but the choice often falls on the TV (English) books (titles translated from English or otherwise changed and in English), Music (English), etc.. And you make us realize that although you can speak their language, being with one of them, know their dishes and their football league, you're still missing much, much, to acquire the complicity and the culture not know that.
A little 'as the lunch in Brussels - I think - what was missing was the common in the past that only people can have the same nationality, which identifies the group because each one is found in natural knowledge, images, sounds usual. National identity is not altro che una cultura , un'abitudine di cose, conoscenze, luoghi e l'integrazione passa inevitabilmente anche da lì e c'è bisogno di tempo , tanto, per conoscere il passato degli altri.
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