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#Lettere del Direttore

Qualcuno era comunista

Cent’anni fa nasceva il PCI. Succedeva a Livorno in un cinemino di terz’ordine. Perché ne stiamo parlando? Per la semplice ragione che ,a Livorno, qualcuno ricorda, pioveva, e c’era il pudore di non farsi vedere in possesso di  un bene di valore (certamente non una sconquassata Fiat 500 ).

C’era chi pur avendo la legittima disponibilità aveva buon gusto di non farsi vedere in possesso di un bene finanziariamente cospicuo.

Persino questo scritto che precede ( con parole come “cospicuo, etc.”) sarebbe stato “illegale”. Perché anche la parola definisce chi la pronuncia.

Per non sentirsi o apparire un gigante salendo sulle spalle di un altro…

Quanto ci manchi Enrico!

Gianni Bondini