In Rome this morning and noticed many people, many many people, wandering around with various flags. I asked the driver, Cos'e? He said, "E una manisfazione oggi" and rolled his eyes. That is the word for a protest, a march. A manifestation. It's so glorious.
What is it about? Chi sa? Who knows? But here they were when I left the Palazzo Barberini after viewing a fabulous exhibit of the personal art collection of Pope Urban VIII:
A nice sea of red, so of course I'm thinking it is one of the socialist parties having a demonstration. But then later in the afternoon, the whole thing comes streaming by my hotel window, preceded by military police:
There is lots of name-calling and accusations. But what is so classically Italian about it is that it's not just one party or organization that is protesting. It's many! Many! I noted a group that is accusing the government of taking away health care for workers, another is pro-immigration, another for the human rights guarantees that are supposed to be a part of the Italian constitution, another for the fair pay to immigrants, another with a housing complaint, one group for 'demilitarizing the schools.'
Uhhhh...... guys. There's too much going on. When everyone is screaming, no one is heard.
Ugh.
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