go by days since that vote, since that shameful referendum on the workers of Mirafiori, but the anger, dejection, shame, fear and fatigue did not abandon me. I can not help but write. I can not help but to feel my dissent. I thought a thousand times in those hands that have traced the "NO", blackmailed by the job loss, crushed by the ominous promise of an uncertain future and the charge of having been responsible for human dignity but with a stronger than any attempt to subdue. I thought of those eyes that have focused on the "NO", choosing against the privilege of certainty, against the force of those who hold economic power over the image, as a celebration of hope still dwells in the hearts of the people, in spite of those who cultivate the opposite. I thought that those hands, those eyes, those hearts that day there were no age, and if they were twenty loads of expectations of those who have the life ahead and the strength of designing and imagine all the possibilities each man should have. Those "NO", so incredible that it makes you doubt that may have been so many (the 45.95%! Not a joke ...), are the voice of our past, of my father who died of lung cancer after breathing for years at the factory, the dust of steel processing, including exhausting shifts and low wages, are the promise for the future of my children I teach social equity, justice and duty to rebel against injustice, but also the privileges. I wanted to see those workers, those here, that of "NO", the evening that have voted: I am sure, were full of passion, more emotion in between the stomach and the heart, right here, in the middle, despite the ending of certain of victory "YES", mocking and full of strength. That night, have made love to their women, it is safe. And life, for one day, stopped on that "NO": nothing has been important. Neither Marchionne, or cruelty to manipulate an instrument of democratic participation in a manner so immoral, nor the Consequences to which they were facing. That "NO" has been a revolution, like it or not. And it is only the beginning.
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