But what kind of planet have you done for me?

But what kind of planet have you done for me? Oil and carbon are prohibited. In urban centres, private cars cannot move around. CO2 emissions are punished with free assistance to elderly people. Tobacco shops have disappeared. No one smokes any more. You can’t even find the slot machines in the pubs. The biggest company in the country produces bicycles. Plastic belongs to the past. Anyone who secretly uses it is denounced to the Authority for the Common Good and condemned to perform socially-useful-work. Beaches are public like the museums and the art-spaces. Hunters are only doing photographic safaris and any tiny birds that fall to the ground are placed back in their nests. Anyone discovered with a weapon is allowed to roam free in the woods and is hunted by specialised personnel with rock salt shells for a maximum of two hours. Access to ultra-wideband is a civil right and teleworking is happening all over. Doctors and lawyers are protected professions, like pandas. The number of environmental diseases is in fact going down and the number of lawyers has been reduced by law to a tenth, as has happened elsewhere in the world and the machinery of Justice has finally started to function again. INPS has closed down after a popular revolt that reduced its headquarters to rubble and now each person pays their contributions to a private fund. Hypermarkets have been razed to the ground by decree. Foodstuffs produced and consumed at zero kilometres get tax exemption. Construction companies have been converted to de-construction companies. They destroy buildings and infrastructure that are useless or that damage the environment. Basically deconstruction has become the second industry in the country after bicycles and it exports its "know how" all over the world and especially to China. In the rivers, people have been swimming on Sundays ever since the time when they brought in forced re-education for environmental pollution to be served with a lifetime of doorstep recycling. It’s not possible to possess property (whether movable or immovable) with a value greater than five million euro, even though many people want to lower this threshold. Every extra euro earned has to go to a social fund. Anyone who holds back is re-educated in the understanding of life in special yoga centres. The word “leader” has become an insult. Each person has a responsibility towards themselves and towards society. Public decisions are all taken by the majority, at a local and at a national level. Producers of weapons and of packaging have closed down. The Stock Exchange, after the almost zeroisation of shares, has been permanently closed and substituted with a theme park for the exploration of the universe. Even the producers of children’s school bags, now substituted by e-books, have gone bust and the newspapers can be glanced at in the museums between the stegosaurus and the archaeopteryx. In Val di Susa they just have picnics. Incinerators, extinguished a long time ago, have become attractions for free climbing and the motorway between Salerno and Reggio Calabria has finally been finished and is used only by electric cars. (end of the first episode)
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Last Friday night on L'ultima Parola, I saw one of the most haunting and heart-rending interviews. Mario, (not his real name) a clean-shaven, well-groomed, unemployed bricklayer shows the reporter "his" bench on the edge of the sidewalk where he beds. The nights are cold and scary sleeping on that bench. He used to have a regular job, a home, a companion and a normal life like millions of other working people do. Then the economic crisis hit and he lost his job and, as almost always happens, financial stress sent his relationship with his companion reeling to the point where one day he found himself alone and homeless. It was a humiliating shock. Everything familiar became strange, the crowd looks past you, he said. During the day he walks all over the city looking for work. No easy task for a fifty-year-old man or woman. If normality can be striking Mario's normality struck me. He can't be stereotyped as a "clochard" "barbone," "the other." He is us. And in that sense what happened to Mario can happen to us. In a faltering economy no one is safe. Machines are increasingly replacing people and, as a result, at least in North America, the unemployment picture is darkening. Destitution is no longer something that can only happen to others, especially when politicians will allow easy firing.
Posted by: louis pacella | November 7, 2011 04:37 PM