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What do you want to be?

The following are some excerpts of the email sent today to the page online Letters to the Corriere which meets Sergio Romano.

In mid-August no longer asks "how are you going to maturity." Now it's gone and I'd already be gone from freshman to graduate. And have yet to register. In mid-August, the question is: "What are you going to do in college?". "I have not yet registered, I want to think about it some more, '" I say. "It 's simple is not it? What do you want to be? Chosen one, even the right choice! Can not not know what to do when you grow", it is to fight back.

But you may not know what I want to do when you grow.

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People who know me know that I prefer letters, although I admit, although I still have a thousand doubts, even though there's that damn question of Latin that is holding me back.

What is holding me back. Braking. I also hinders the possibility of real work, like my mother, and more. And one thing holding me back even more. It's called Italy.

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It 's my country and I see him fall every day. Every day more and more towards an abyss. And I say, though I never had a sense of fatherland. And we do not think I have this great sense of home. Home should be the place where you feel, I feel that we want to stay and do something. But I'll also need to hear. And here you do not hear anything. There is only the law of the strongest, the richest, most of sgam to scrub each other. The merit, commitment who knows who knows them.

I give up letters, architecture or whatever. Can I do something that I think can help, others more than me. I do

law. And try to help people like my mother, who can not find justice. I can try to take the place of Alfano and make it clear that the laws are not tailored to an individual. I can try to become a judge and save the innocent and convict who is not.

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I can fight against the mentality of the province, obtuse and superficial. The mentality that hates just because Garibaldi is convinced that he brought the southerners in the north of Italy. The mentality that believes that Mussolini all was well and that Italy was a great country, because no one overdriven, and those who did were punished with castor oil if it was okay, so that the next time no more overdriven. The mentality that thinks everything is evil communists current drift, they fold the human society.

we can fight this. I can do with words. And it is true that everything starts with the word, that words can change the world, but for some things and for some people, the only thing that could change her mind is to see them with their own eyes and experiencing them these things, although I'm not so sure even more than that.

two days I was in my uncle's house in Milan and I wanted to have with me some of those who speak Brianza speak without knowing. At twenty-two, sitting on a subway yellow line, I felt all eyes on me, because I was the only woman there. And his eyes were of people with white skin, yellow or black, as they say.

At two in the afternoon leaving the Feltrinelli one reaches out to far. And I swear that was not Europe or Africa.

And I will stop here.

I call these people from outside the EU, I see too many Italians instead.

by letters and then I leave and do something for my country falling even more in these stereotypes, which is a dupe, not even sure that what you say is true.

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is not just what kind of job do I want to be great. Why should you only listen to my selfishness, the answer is there, ready. I want to be selfish or groped, sacrifice, fighting for something bigger than me, but I want to believe?