The following letter was sent to us by an immigrant student who tells us his story. The story tells of the vicissitudes of the protagonist since his arrival in Italy, the country where he hoped to build his dreams that turned out to be the country that destroyed them to the point of making him return home.
I leave you Italian people. I greet you and wish you all the best, take care Italy, it may be that we see each other.
I graduated a few months ago with a good grade, and I expected to stay here. I'm a non-EU boy, it doesn't matter where. Immediately after graduation, I found a job. Too bad the owner asked me for 12 thousand euro in black to regularize my position, to convert my study residence permit into a job. I should practically be a slave for a year, to win a right that already belongs to me according to the law. I don't accept, I can't.
This time I pass the hand. I loved your country: beautiful churches (even if I have another religion), good wine, pretty girls and your intellectuals. I saw a concert by Ligabue, I donated blood if necessary, I worked as a bartender - in black - and I read The gazette of sport every day. But it is no longer livable, not for me. In these five years I spent here they gave me everything: rapist, thief, receiver, murderer, rapist, window cleaner, piece of shit, bingo-bongo, gypsy, nigger, and something I don't remember now. But I never stole or killed or raped.
In Bergamo the naziskin or neo-fascists or I don't know what they beat me for blood because of the color of my skin. But I never hated all the Bergamo people for this. I can not. They accused me of "being homeless and living off of obscure things and being unemployed" when I was studying, and when I started working they criticized me because "I steal the work from the Italians." Absurd.
I leave the police station which has not yet renewed my residence permit. Listen to this: I presented all the documents in June 2007 and they gave me an appointment for the 31 March 2009, at 12.41. Ask your interior minister, he can explain the situation to you. I leave you then, even if the belpaese will remain in my heart. But, if I can afford it, be careful. Back in history you have a bad experience, that of racial laws. Please read the story and then a newspaper or newsletter, and maybe you will understand that it is the same Czech hatred, and I fear that this is on the borders of civilization and democracy.
I steal the words of a song to tell you that I loved you, now I'm going, I was a non-EU citizen, I had a dream, a hope, goodbye, Italy, goodbye ...With great regretAny one.
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