There once was a boot-shaped peninsula, where they lived long and beautiful people wiser and more intelligent that Europe had to offer, this peninsula called Italy.
Italy was not like other European countries, she was divided and weak, the powerful Austria kept her under his heel and the oppressed all the time. This story went on for years until one day intellectuals decided it was time to change, to do something, to drive out the cruel oppressor. It was then that the Italian was born, a man strong and proud that he did not want bosses, who wanted to be as strong as the Austrian, who wanted to rule the world with his intellect, with his talent, with outstanding performance.
is how the Italians decided to join, drove the oppressive Austrian and formed a state of their own. The young nation was weak and strong at the same time, non aveva alleati, era vista male dagli altri Paesi, ma era popolata da moltissimi scienziati, banchieri, mercanti, scrittori, pittori, intellettuali.
La giovane Italia riuscì così a sopravvivere grazie ai suoi abitanti, riuscì a diventare potente tanto da far valere i propri diritti e le proprie ambizioni. Un giorno però scoppiò una guerra che la mise in difficoltà; il suo uomo più grande, il suo Grande Capo, l'aveva trascinata in quel terribile conflitto con la certezza che ne sarebbe uscita vincitrice, ma si sbagliava. Dopo anni di sanguinose battaglie l'Italia era di nuovo divisa e in ginocchio, i suoi abitanti o erano morti o erano nascosti, e il temuto oppressore era tornato, ma non era più austriaco, was German.
From the sea came several men named Yankee, which, starting from the tip of the boot tried to go straight but failed. Once in the Yankee half of the peninsula is stopped, the mountains they were blocking the road and could not move, the Germans were happy, northern Italy was still theirs.
Their smiles, however, soon became tears, Italians difficulty in seeing the Yankees went out of their hiding places and took their guns again, to drive back the oppressor!
's so that all cities in the North rose up and drove all over the German Alps, across the border.
The whole country was celebrating, Italy had risen from its ceneri ed un roseo futuro le si prospettava davanti; però qualcosa era cambiato, gli italiani non erano più gli stessi, quel terribile conflitto li aveva cambiati profondamente.
Malgrado le apparenze lo Stivale era diviso a metà: a Nord c'erano quegli italiani che erano usciti dalle loro "tane" ed avevano cacciato gli oppressori stranieri, così come avevano fatto i loro nonni; a Sud c'erano quegli italiani che erano rimasti nascosti perchè terrorizzati dall'arrivo degli Yankee, delle persone a loro estranee e che il Grande Capo avevo insegnato loro a temere e ad odiare.
L'Italia era così divisa di nuovo, a Nord c'erano coloro che volevano partecipare alla vita politica della rinata nazione, a Sud c'erano coloro who just wanted to survive at any cost, without worrying about those who live alongside them in their own land.
But something changed again, were the years of great turmoil, great ideals, but also of great violence, and all the Italians and those of North and South ones took to the streets to assert their rights and aspirations, and all together we can achieve great results that improve the lives of everyone.
Life goes so happy and serene, Italy was once the cradle of the great "brain", was once inhabited by great philosophers, from leading industrialists from major artists, great scientists, see the whole of Europe ' Italy with eyes full of esteem and respect per un Paese che era stato capace di rinascere dalle proprie ceneri e di tornare ad essere una grande potenza.
Il tempo passò, ed arrivarono degli anni oscuri, un uomo terribile divenne il nuovo Grande Capo ed impose a tutti il suo credo, all'inizio fu ascoltato ma tutti si resero conto che persona orribile fosse e fu costretto a scappare dallo Stivale.
Ma la sua fuga fu inutile, il suo discepolo più fedele divenne il nuovo Grande Capo e grazie alle sue grandi capacità d'espressione risucì a convincere gli italiani che la sua visione del mondo era quella giusta!
E così che quel popolo di scienziati, di artisti, di intellettuali, divenne un popolo di ignoranti, di menefreghisti, di estremi individualisti; nacquero così terrible of the new ideas, there were those who wanted to become famous and doing amazing things without asking stupid limits, there were those who wanted to make money stealing from others, and there were those who wanted to divide the country again.
the days became so dark hours the world watched with disgust the peninsula and the future seemed uncertain and horrible, the Italians have now become too cause selfish to change things as they did in the past, no one seems to save it.
But something is changing, however, the new people are making their voices heard, who knows maybe you can do something, who knows maybe you can join again the Italians, who knows maybe you can save the Bel Paese, who knows maybe one day potranno...
