Where the story comes from
Now that I’m falling from the clouds, only now I fully understand the essence of the air.
When I first started writing this short story, Go back to the future, the situation was really complicated, to say the least. In Italy, a substantial majority considered the refugees a problem that had to be ‘eradicated’. Yes, like it was a virus or a plague (just saying). Where that majority ended up? Oh, they never left, if that’s what you’re thinking. They just changed their clothes.
The Italian politics
If you watch the Italian political scene from three-step behind, you’d probably think something changed. Then you get one step forward to find out the stink of the same old propaganda.
When you speak to people in the street, you can sense that that propaganda, the ‘eradication’ of the ‘problem’ propaganda, is still alive and well.
“Why we’re supposed to help them when we cannot help ourselves?”
“Do you know they’re living a better life than us?”
“Do you still believe they’re poor? Come on, open your eyes!”
And the war between the poor continues, over and over
What my story had to say about that?
I simply gave another perspective. Imagine a near future (100 years from now, perhaps) and imagine a striking crisis that leads your country in despair.
Now, follow me, imagine a time-machine like the one in a H.G. Wells book or in the comedy movie Back to the future. Everyone will try to escape their helpless situation coming to our present. And what will happen? We will call them ‘aliens,’ and we will look at them while they’re drowning in front of us.
As we’re watching them dying in front of the cost of Italy every single day.