From the party to the Palazzo della Borsa to the thrusts of Renzi and Franceschini: Silvia Salis becomes the new disputed face of Italian progressiveism
Dear Silvia Salis, dear mayor of Genoa and the rising star of the progressive field, I write this postcard because I want to be close to her at this moment for her hard: it must not be easy, in fact, to become suddenly the favorite of Renzi and of Franceschini To make war to Elly Schlein.
And not only them: everyone continues to pull it for the jacket only because she announced to Vanity Fairwell -known publication of the proletarian left, the new program: “The left must identify a person who can win and recognize it as a leader,” he said, rejecting the Schlein and promoting herself (“Today I do the mayor, tomorrow who knows”). Many in the Democratic Party thought that she wanted to apply, and being a united party, they began to use her against the secretary: interviews, articles, liters of saliva spent to define it “Nilde Iotti with the Armani jacket »(The sheet) and to celebrate the “climb” that “looks at Palazzo Chigi” (the Courier). As if they did not know his well -known reluctance, just celebrated with 200 guests for his fortieth birthday in the “sumptuous location of the Palazzo della Borsa, in the city center” (Printing). After all: what’s better to show that she has no ambitions?
Unforgettable evening that of September 17th. “In Genoa, nothing similar had ever been seen,” said the guests. She, dear Silvia, with a long electric blue dress, her husband the director Fausto Brizzi To cure the direction of the evening, Twist, Rock, Cabaret, and all around the crème of progressism. Of the old friends of a time almost nobody. On the other hand they were there Claudio BisioPaolo Di Luca & Paolo, Evelina Christillinthe former ministers Andrea Orlando And Roberta Pinottithe former M5S Vincenzo Spadafora. It even seems that to allow the councilors to cling to time for the party, the city council was interrupted at 5.30 pm, instead of going forward to the bitter end as expected. He was reconvened the next day. “This extra meeting cost us 5,000 euros,” complained about the opposition. The usual pitocchi. Not even a gift do they want to do it?
Born in Genoa, Sampdorian fan, daughter of a municipal employee and a custodian (obviously a communist), was national athlete of the hammer, also participating in two Olympics: in Beijing (2008) thirtieth came out of thirty athletes who remained in the race, in London he went out before the final because he got a series of null launches and the only valid throwing him against the net. Distance reached: 10 meters against 70 and passes by the winner. Not much to be “a person who can win”, but in the meantime she has gone to the Olympics. Elly no. Becoming sports manager, close to industrial and radical chic environments, not far from the Bucci junta who appointed her “ambassador of the municipality”, they say it was already ready to apply with the center -right. But then he chose his companions who now loves without if and without but. When a CGIL trade unionist in Genoa in an April in April invented a fascist aggression, she was in fact among the first to go down to the square shouting to the authoritarian danger. And when he revealed everything false, he cut short without apologizing: “When Cgil and Anpi calls, he replied,” he explained. A modern version of the ancient “the party is always right” revised in reformist sauce: no longer sickle and hammer. At most sickle and punch of the hammer.
