Innate talent in floating among the waves of politics, Eugenio Giani torn the bis candidacy with a mix of attendance in the area and transformism (see the opening to the M5S). As an elderly, Arnese defeated the Baby Dem Frond to blows of aperitifs, photos and improbable disguises.
His last disguise is spectacular: Eugenio Giani has become a grill. In order to cement the fragile alliance with the 5 Star Movement, it began to repeat in public strange words such as “breakage”, “renewal”, which at the end of August in the best of the most mellifluous and consoling representative of the Tuscan establishment play fcesses such as the rinses of a crap bell. It does so not to lose the regional ones of 12 October (it would be the first time in the history of the left), it does so to remain glued to the chair of Palazzo Strozzi sacred for another five years, it does so to continue practicing the sport in which he is a world champion: moving standing still.
«With the support of the 5 stars we work on the construction of a wide field that looks to Tuscany as a winning model», It has been going up for almost a month to each patronal feast, each porchetta festival, each inauguration of the field from Pádel, every appearance in Versilia with axillary costume and mint ice. With the usual bonomy emollient but with less and less conviction. Since something from Machiavelli took (at least the advice “keep friends near and even closer enemies”), in his heart the governor knows that of that ally it is better not to trust. Giuseppe Conte made him know that “Giani is a hypothesis that does not warming hearts”. And despite the favorable mini-reperendum web (60 percent for the agreement), the base of the pentastellati does not want it.
The hard and pure grillini, the result of the postmarxist genetic mutation, perceive Giani as a Christian Democrat surviving at the end of the dinosaurs And they waged him for a five -year period on health, transport, industry. Against the expansion of the airport and against the high -speed tunnel in Florence, against any possible infrastructure, against industrial settlements, in this supported by stylists and radical cinema with farmhouse among the cypresses, the other category of the spirit from which the “outgoing and falling eugenio” would like to be away. But he cannot, they are all friends of Elly Schlein, in the evening on the patio they play cocaine with her at Fender. “With a result of not less than Eric Clapton”, they would exhaust – Mia Mia – Alessandro Michele and Alba Rohrwacher.
The governor does not worry because he has already put them in his pocket with two Andreottian theater strokes. He approved the photoFinish the regional law on the end of life, first in Italy, obtaining the ovation of progressiveness to clams and forcing Giorgia Meloni to challenge it. And he ordered the stop to institutional relations with Israel, deploying the Pro Pal Regional Council in the name of the old socialist militancy. “In 1981 I was the coordinator of the young socialists and I met Arafat in Beirut, eyes of ice and absolute dedication for his people”, he reminds Corriere della Sera the old fox with melancholy transport. Since 35 years are not spent (of the 66 total) in politics without learning the move of the horse, so Giani earned the re -acting, simply by preventing the Schlein pivella from doing it out.
Strengthened by the 24-hour poll-Sole Governance ranking (Fourth per Estimation, first on the left) and of the polls that give him winning in the first round (55-59 points) on the possible center-right rival Alessandro Tomasi, mayor of Pistoia, he has practically self-imposed on the PD for “made”. And Elly has sketched even if the candidate’s identikit is the exact opposite of the champion champion: demodé jackets, wide ties from Fred Bongusto, compulsive attendance, cotton white hair tending to blue, twentieth -century transformism, the policy of the handshakes absurd to Dogma as in the times of Amintore Fanfani. In addition, it manages to anesthetize problems. After the agreement with the grillini, he risks losing the centrists (Italy Viva, +Europe) but he Swiss: “I want to make everyone feel a spirit of coalition, from the reformist forces to the left, no longer through bilateral logic, but through a collective logic”.
A lawyer born in Empoli with the ancestors of San Miniato, he lives in Sesto Fiorentino with his family (wife and two children) and if he were not a politician he would be a historian to Alessandro Barberoalthough it is passionate about medieval and contemporary history (former president of the Dante company and the Buonarroti house), complete with published tomes and narrative verve. Giani cannot fail to be clever and opposed, having made the bones in the law firm of a giant of the First Republic such as the Grand Commission Alberto Predieri. And he cannot fail to be popular in the bars, having committed himself to avoiding the radiation (it was 2002) of Fiorentina Failita, with the sale of the sports title to the family of the Valley.
Lombardian socialist with Riccardo Lombardi, loyal to Valdo Spini, reformist with Ottaviano del Turco, dem Renziano with Matteo Renzi, adheres to the reality of the moment as wallpaper and makes a career: Five times municipal councilor in Florence, president of the regional council (first elected with 10,500 preferences in his college) and finally governor in 2020. A sprinkle as a great surfers with a mole for the most sinister piddini: in 2012 he is among the four musketeers who, against the indications of the party, supported the motion of Forza Italia to name a street in Florence in Bettino Craxi (rejected). Perhaps this is why no one has ever occurred to candidate him for mayor of the city of Alighieri, his hidden dream.
This is for the past. Two illuminating nicknames apply to this: “Bagnomaria” to define his cosmic immobility as administrator with the red handkerchief, and “the tartina” to emphasize his buffet exhibitionism. There is also one even by mistake, at the cost of massacring the collaborators: “In this pre-election summer he has already planted the flags in all 273 municipalities in Tuscany, now he is ending the second lap. Then he will move on to the hamlets ». One way like any other to equalize the accounts: immobile with ideas, bulimic with the odometer. King of the handshake, Giani becomes imaginative when he manages to hit four events in one day. A living treaty of ubiquity, a flipper ball, a hyperactive zelig, capable of moving from the inauguration of a level crossing to the literary aperitif to the Torrigiani greenhouses, from the Maccherone festival in Roccastrada in Maremma to the kick -off of a friendly in Foiano in Valdichiana. Seven days out of seven.
To understand the character, I remember the I remember that Dagospia has fun publishing by calling him “The Biden of Sesto Fiorentino”. He on Lungarno tanned like a tank top in moments of glory for the dip of the first of the year. He at the Palio di Siena while indicating cows. He in the Jannik Sinner version with a huge racket. He swims in the pool or inaugurates an athletic track by mimicking the jump up. He worker in the construction site and volunteer of the Civil Protection while he splashes during the flood. He nurse in the new hospital ward. He with Carlo Conti at a Florentine football match. He with Sergio Mattarella. He with Vasco Rossi. He who sips a “Giani Tonic” to a happy, making the ice clink in a glass with his face imprinted.
Eugenio “I do things” pervades Facebook, floods Instagram; driver on the bus, laborer with the carriage, farmer on the tractor in the battle of the wheat. In politics they earn points so not from today. For him, a boy from Avanti party with the electric hand tightening, it was easy to learn it. As a super-child who has the Millennials in the sights, the meme is not even clicked by the teenagers on Instagram: “It is almost magic Giany”, copied by a Japanese cardboard. Today he became a grillino. “With them the field will be very large”, applause at the Fiorenta Feast of Fivizzano. When the silence returns, the tartina is gone, already unbalanced towards the next electoral festival. What life. And what a hips.
