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State of emergency chronicals from #Sardinia Part 4: “Eh, no, we are not all the same”

Part 4 of the state of emergency chronicles from Sardinia in times of the coronavirus. A contribution from Sassari [1].

Originally published by Bentruxu. Translated by Enough 14. Image above: Sassari, Sardinia.

You will find the introduction of the State of emergency chronicals from Sardinia: here. Part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here.

Lockdown in Sassari

April 19, 2020

There are many things that are quickly changing in front of our eyes: relationships, control, the way we work or simply look at ourselves in the street, but what makes me more than anything else feeling sick is the nationalist patriotic rhetoric that “we are all the same” [2].

A few days ago I was talking to a neighbor in our district: a family with three children, at the moment all of them are obviously out of work; they’ve been making a living from doing little jobs on the countryside or in the construction industry, regularly all black labor, but now everything is at a standstill. They pay 400 euros rent for a very small house and, given the difficulties, they called the owner and asked him to meet them to talk about the rent. The owner replied: “If you don’t have the money for March don’t worry, in April you have to pay me March and April”.

Two other friends had to move in with their parents because they cut off their electricity and water. The African lady beaten up in the Carbonazzi district in Sassari by the municipal police yesterday, in the Carbonazzi district in Sassari, was bringing the garbage outside… a crime of absolute seriousness that was well worth the punches on her face and the kicks. La Stampa [3], which couldn’t ignore simply because the news literally went around the whole city in a matter of minutes, published an article that surpasses the police station’s tissues out of wickedness and human misery.

Two days ago, two children of a friend of mine from the street where I live, went out with a ball while the sun was still shining between the buildings: they haven’t left the house for exactly 33 days…I don’t know how they know, they must have started counting in their school diary. The deafening silence was filled with the voices that have always animated these squares; the mother had let them out because she heard on the news that the government gave the children the chance to go outside for an hour. The next day she told me that the cops had passed by and ordered her to send her children back in. The enlightened mayor of this city had not accepted the government’s directive; the children have resumed counting on the pages of their diary.

Every morning I open the window and inevitably hear the neighbor’s music: he lives in a dark hole, with only one window on the alleyway that does not give him the fortune to receive a ray of sunshine. I look at the small world around me and think: “Eh, no, we are not all the same”. We are not only not the same among us who live in the same streets, but we are not the same on the other side of the world either.

We are not only not the same among us who live in the same streets, but we are not the same on the other side of the world either.

As the virus fills the pages of newspapers and all our thoughts, Africa is struggling with the unprecedented proliferation of grasshoppers that is destroying the crops of millions of people. South America has once again become the precious garden of the United States, which hopes to find its autonomous energy supply in looting the resources of those countries. But nobody talks about it, Africa has disappeared, Syria is no longer known, South America is an unnamed region.

We are not only not all the same, but I hope that at least we won’t be so stupid to think that we are…


[1] Sassari is the second-largest city of Sardinia in terms of population with 127,525 inhabitants, and a Functional Urban Area of about 222,000 inhabitants. One of the oldest cities on the island, it contains a considerable collection of art.

[2] “We are all the same”, meaning “We all equal” or “We are all in the same boat”, which is often used by rulers of many many states in times of the coronavirus.

[3] La Stampa (meaning The Press in English) is an Italian daily newspaper published in Turin, Italy. It is distributed in Italy and other European nations. It is one of the oldest newspapers in Italy.

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