The ninety voice. News from Milan Expo 2015
Art-therapy, old women interviewed by Federico Berti
Collective news magazine drafting to fight senile decadence
Ninety evicted.
NEWS FROM MILAN EXPO 2015.
Big event, it’s about food in the world, there are things that we cannot cook in Italy. Now they want to expropriate houses to build on rubble, they kick off people away from their homes. I saw a pair of nonagenarians cry, it’s hard to leave home our age, my loft burned and firefighters instead save me han over to destroy. I would be forced to sell off but now is not time, thank goodness I do not live in Milan! Near the railroad, not just on rails, there is an escarpment, a pitch and after that my house. If the Govern forced me to sell I would ask another house in the same way that it has the square footage and it’s good for my furniture, otherwise he blackmails me? I blackmail him! My mom bought it in ’46, four childrened war widow, in ‘5 she died leaving me alone, invalid and blind as I am today, my brothers took me a help. I would have sold even more because I can not live there, but how could I do it my age? Now I always feel melancholy, because it is not only what it’s worth on market, but as it gives you and what is important for you, not only gold but love, memory, life branches: six months I’ve been living here in this residence, I suffer so much. Home is a place of memories.
My mom happened to lose the house, was thrown out by his nephews, think a bit ! I took her with me and my husband, but the pain was unbearable for her. She drove crazy, wanted to live there forever, when you say crocodile – relatives! Notary told there was time enough to resort legal action, but we thought: “It’s Lord matter!”. They will not enjoy, so it happened: one of their children has already attempted suicide once! All your evil actions will be served. It reminds me a little collection of John Wayne films, my grandchild loves them much: you know there is an old country house on the field where must pass the railway, but farmers don’t want to sell, then Railroad company send bandits on horseback and destroy everything. We are right in the Far West! When I think of my house I am reminded of the memories of youth, we bought it after a while we were married it’s been a sacrifice: home is not just a pile of bricks without life, there’s your life inside, your memory, your love, so when I said to my nieces: “What should I do?”, they replied: “Don’t sell, one day it will be our home for holidays. They found in the attic two boxes, one with the pictures of me when I was young, another with those of my husband, they told: Grandma’ don’t scold me, I found these in the photos: you were cute … But grandfather, was so beautiful! It’s just like my husband was still alive in that attic.