The politicians have been speedily buried and substituted by the exorcist Mario Monti. They were smelling because of the decomposition. The work of the gravedigger was urgent and necessary. Their stench was no longer bearable. The country has rejoiced in a way that hadn’t happened since 5 July 1982 after the 3 to 2 victory over Brazil at the World Championships in Spain. A few days have gone by and on the TV screens there’s the reappearance of Brunetta, Letta, Bindi, Alfano, and Fini who’ve returned from beyond the grave. The media representation of a Living Cemetery. The journalists in the usual role of mediums have brought Zombies in armchairs to explain to us how to get out of the crisis, the sacrifices awaiting us, a new vision of the economy. Them, the ones responsible for the disaster. No one who is asking for forgiveness and going back to the grave. Why evoke the dead and not invite the living? The dead should be honoured or forgotten. These can only be forgotten. Their apparition is in the best of cases, an insult to the intelligence of the Italians and in the worst case an incitement to violence. The “talk shows” are necrophilia in the pure state. You connect and out of the coffin comes Santanchè or just emerging from a trip round hell, La Russa appears for you. You get the instinct of the vampire hunter and you look for a ash stake within reach. Your temples are pulsating, your arteries are expanding, your stomach contracts. Your loved ones look at you with worried glances for your health. They don’t understand why you voluntarily undergo that torment instead of smashing up the TV. You know that it’s not for masochism. You want to see where they want to get to. To what point of exasperation they will manage to take the Italians. The Returners hope that the Bankers do the dirty work in place of them so that they can then resurrect at the next national elections. They put their trust in the poor memories of the Italians and in the genuflecting journalists. But their time is over. The living and the dead cannot share the same house. By definition, the dead have no future. At times it’s better to be dead than to face up to the judgement of the living.