“Last Tango in Paris”, 1972
My school is self-menaged: the teachers can go on with their lessons, but 600 out of 800 students are following indipendent lessons put on by university students and outside professors.
The night between monday and yesterday I slept with two other guys in a tent outside my school, under the pouring rain, in the city centre. Policemen woke us at 4.30 a.m. for a fast control, but who cares? At 7.30 our schoolmates passed the hat to bring us the breakfast, they applauded us, the picture of our little tent was on the web: after 8 hours of apprehension and cold we were three little daredevil in fight for their rights.
My school is my home and I won’t leave my home. The italian government wants me to ignore what my home is suffering: they’re mutilating and selling my future, and I won’t shut up until they’ll give it back to its owners, the students.