Someone is knocking on the door. You open and everything changes. The letter saying you are sacked has arrived for you too. You are no longer one of the Modern Slaves kept alive by a paltry wage. And you are not even a candidate for a White Death who has a job anyway. Now you are one who is Starving to Death. You have the right to the “social card”. You are one of the new two or perhaps three millions of unemployed in 2009.
The moment of detachment, of walking out of the factory or of the company is a state of trance. Your brain is floating and everything is under discussion. Anyone who has lived through it or who is living through it, knows that it is like a tiny stroke. You feel as though you are lost In nothingness and you don’t know what to do. The day before, the gates of the factory were open and you talked with your companions about politics or about football. Then the company closes, without rhyme or reason and without warning anyone. You find yourself at 6 o’clock in the morning in front of the gates with your colleagues and with the bobbies. Not much conversation. Lots of truncheon blows.
If you are a precarious worker, you have no protection. If you are an employee you have the pay for those laid off for a few months. You are outside the system and you only understand that now. Unemployment is contagious. If a company closes then often their suppliers close down too. If the number of unemployed people goes up in one area, then shops and supermarkets close down there too. The unemployed person, the modern person who is dying of starvation, is a virus. Living in a land governed by the richest man, by the parliamentarians who are the most numerous and the most well paid, starting with the pensions to senators and deputies after two and a half years. In the city, he is surrounded by 4x4’s, by tax dodgers who defraud the State of 250 billion Euro a year, by employees of organised crime, the top company in the country for turnover. He’s not a politician, a tax dodger, a criminal, that’s why he is unemployed. He has lived in a separate world where the word “honesty” had a meaning.
I see dignified people asking for alms in the stations or pressing the telephone token buttons in the metro stations. A lady asked me for a few Euros. She hadn’t recognised me. She didn’t know she was taking to a person from Genoa, crikey! She told me she was hungry. She was not a non-European-Community-person, a clandestine, a Roma. She was Italian and she had no work. She was a new “dying of starvation” person.
Every day, the blog receives stories of new people who are dying of starvation, about how they lost their job. I have decided to collect these together into a book that I will publish in digital format that can be downloaded free from the blog.
Tell your stories and put a shine on your clogs.
They will never give up (but is it in their interests?). Neither will we.
Posted by Beppe Grillo at 07:41 PM in Economics
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