Not another sunday.
Today in Rome, and in all Italy, is Sunday. I guess almost all around the world is sunday.
In Italy sunday means silent roads, people cueue for buying gelato or caeks for the lunch with parents and sit in bars reading the newspeaper and tasting a frothy cappuccino.
But this sunday is also the day in which those who vote left must choice the new leader of left-wing. Non-italians often do not think about politics the way we do. Politics for the italians is something visceral, something to discuss, to dream about, sometimes to struggle for. It’s all about emotions, never something rational.
