IX
It is said that the neighborhood is dangerous because of junkies, homeless people stoned to crak. I grew up in Castellammare di Stabia at a time when there was the Far West and killed a couple a day. We went around with the fear of being killed by accident, of being beaten for no reason, muggings scooter or sunglasses. Those parties were at work from my cruel, heartless, and do not care about anything. Scum who could not look sideways that you were savagely attacked for no reason. It was impossible to rebel. Who raised his voice seeking justice was placed in the minority by the citizens themselves that spring up the ass bastards with allied themselves with infamy. And who knows how the right was passed in the wrong. The city was in the hands of crime not only economically but also socially. Growing up in an environment similar to a boy forges a certain way. Well I know what the crime. One brand that I carry inside forever. The dirty mark of the Camorra.
So when I look at the dangerous work that they are junkies grab a handful of lame cagasotto. The junkies who feed the Quarter compared to the Camorra are all, of the Marquis, are of high society. I do tenderness while picking up a cigarette for a smoke. Maybe the good people watching them so dirty shabby and thinks he has to do with avoiding dangerous murderers and intimidated them. Instead just cross clapping and run away like a flock of pigeons.
Too often man becomes the wrong idea of \u200b\u200bthings. Especially when that something is ugly and sucks.
the same way I grabbed that tolerance in Amsterdam is only a screen well sponsored.
How are educated people in Northern Europe. What style. That class have. Never a word out of place, never a hint of oppression, never out of order. What good people, true, the Dutch! In Holland, everything goes off smoothly. We comply with the code, the means of transport are clean, the bank is accepted as the hotel, you makes the collection, and above all the population coexists in peace with ethnic groups who have emigrated from all over the world with their load of carpets, mustache blacks, women wearing veils, blacks, Italians and the rest of the circus. A fine example of civilization. So they all say.
Yet, I see there is something rotten. Conflicts like a flash, sincere. I just have to put them in a row like dominoes. Not that a scientist believes he has discovered the truth, nor I want to put there to point the finger as a bigot, just a few things that I stink and I present. Thoughts that can not stand to keep inside. Well the fact is this. At the heart of Amsterdam consists of a people living a thousand races and skins. They are young foreigners working in multinational companies, university students, students of international courses and so on. There's something for everyone: blacks, whites, yellows, latinos, Jews, Muslims, whatever their background or origin. Next to this diverse crowd here is young and tall blond Dutch, the villagers, those who govern the country and enrich themselves by trading bulbs and investing in real estate. A place of tolerance and opportunity. This is the idea that all you do in the city. We
case to move to the suburbs and things change radically. We enter into ghettos. Gein and Bijlmer are those of blacks. Then, as many polls around the nucleus there are the satellites Turks, Moroccans and Arabs. Do not live there, strangely tall and blond Dutch or international people. It is extinct as the dinosaurs. The survivors of the cops are white leather. It was not the government to send all the blacks in one place or another in all Moroccans. The cause of this forced movement is the result of natural selection. Immigrants to the nature of things took refuge where they could afford the rent and all the ones in your country have created a microcosm, contained in a diameter greater or lesser extent, in which to express its diversity, to profess the religion, give rise to traditions, customs, in order to ease the sadness. These ghettos (havens compared to the popular Neapolitan districts) are surrounded by invisible walls and impassable for the Dutch tall and blond and people internationally. They do not ever frequantano ghettos. Nor me. Many are unaware even existed. They're there. As of benign tumors. And until they break my balls and they work fine. But if it is to mingle with them, is hard. A lot.
In conclusion, this city that boasts both civilization and education, is equal to all other cities, where the different is scary. The people are alone. Wherever you go. Man is a social beast more to fear than feeling.
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