"Song of the man who first came to Italy from Troy." So opens the first book of Virgil preparing to tell the story of Aeneas fleeing from his homeland, ravaged by war, and migrates to other shores hopes that the most hospitable and happy and where he hopes to be able to reshape its future and provides better to their offspring.
The journey that led him "on the shores of Lavinia" is a "long and troubled land and sea," like the one that thousands of men do each year to land on our shores and leave behind war, persecution and misery, because Enea yesterday, as they did today, "he suffered much in war."
We re-read the story of "profugus" Aeneas at the same time while other refugees, newly Aeneas with their hopes, fears and memories of the land left, a few miles apart, celebrating their landing on our shores.
The history of migration of men is the same for centuries: a sky full of dropouts, tears, hopes, sorrows, failures and successes.
, however, change the companies that receive these exiles and their degree of civilization in accepting and offering them the opportunity to plan a different future from the past that they leave behind. Nearly fifteen centuries ago
boats full of desperate people set sail from North Africa, the Middle East, the Balkans, and crossed the Mediterranean in search of a new life in Italy to land in Sicily and Calabria where they were welcomed by the local authorities were provided with feed and to organize their accommodation or on the spot or making them flow more to the North towards Rome. They were not, as now, the wretched of the earth fleeing the misery of the refugees were collapse of the immense Roman Empire. It was the time where not escaping from the wreckage as the poor ones were left in place and learned to live with the new owners assuming the identity over time. Instead of fleeing members of the ruling class, bishops, generals, landowners, senators, clergy and monks, inspired by the certainty that the empire would have been able to relocate and use their human capital. For them there was at the sea of \u200b\u200bthe unknown because they all spoke Latin or greek and you would find at home in an Italy still cosmopolitan. A horizon is very different today compared to those refugees who are using the new label as slaves, and which resemble those which for centuries has poured into the Mediterranean ports of Italy.
Alessandro Manzoni, The Betrothed last chapter, describing the wedding dinner offered by the Marquis, heir of Don Rodrigo, the newlyweds Renzo and Lucia, is not without stress, with a gentle relief, "humility" of the Marquis who before retiring for lunch with Don Abbondio elsewhere, wanted to stay there a little to agl'invitati company, and even helped to serve them. Ironically
Manzoni immediately warns the reader from thinking that it would be easiest thing to do even a table, so that the marquis was a good man, but not (...) an original, as they say now - and we add as we would say today, not just at the time of Manzoni - I told you who was humble, not that it was a portent of humility. True humility is the heart and soul of man and not in outward performances.
If the Unnamed, in a deep inner compulsion, was able to catch up with its persecuted, the Marquis could not because his role is rather external and gesture to help them and serve them is an act of humiliation to humility.
than they had none needed to put under these good people, but not in Istar their peers.
If we - all! - Daily rather than taking the attitude occasional humiliation of putting under these good people, we adopt the perennial habit of mind and moral humility, histamine in their peers, will probably achieve good results and egregious in the way that leads to multiethnic and multicultural society.
Giuseppe D'Urso, a teacher very precarious, from Catania
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