It is a passionate reflection that the writer and professor Enrico Galiano Give social media looking at his boys. “I will tell you this,” Galiano writes. «For almost ten years now I have been doing about three or four meetings with schools every week, throughout Italy. Sometimes they are medium, sometimes higher. When I start, I have always been the same for almost ten years: I’m silent for a moment, and then I say “Raise your hand who has a dream”. It is a party in middle school. All their hands are raised, sometimes even both, some also raise their feet. And then everyone competes – in some cases a barrel – to come to the microphone and tell you, what their dream is: of course the great classic, the footballer, but also many singers, video games programmers, who says that anything but He wants to travel, who to make the money. There is even – incredible – even some teachers ».
Then he goes to superiors. “Then I go to superiors. Here the hands that rise are much less. And of course this already can only make you ask some questions: what happens in the middle, to that half of the boys who first raised her and then not? Of course, perhaps a part is because of the shyness, of not wanting to expose itself, or even superstition, for that unfounded eternal fear that if dreams you say they are out loud then they do not come true. But the others? ».
And it is here that the world divides, continues. «Because here to the big difference between the high schools and professionals: that in high school there is a hand raised it in three quarters. To the professional, if it’s okay, a quarter. And there are times that – for example last week – one. Only one throughout the school. When it is said that the Italian school is classy, this is what we are talking about.
It is not that Latin forms the mind while the most practical subjects no; It is not that the humanistic aspect develops more in high school and in other schools the technical or manual aspects. There is no better or a worst. It is that professionals often end up guys who have already stopped dreaming. Ask those who really teach us, in those schools. Ask those who make an immense effort, in front of walls of anger and resignation. They are incredible guys. You talk to us three minutes and you immediately understand that behind each of them there is a world, but also that that world is often buried under Coltri di Mazzati that life has already given him, of rejection, of “You will never make it!” , of disastrous families. The school should eliminate these differences. It doesn’t do it. And whoever denies it or is a liar, or in a professional has never entered us ».
And he concludes: «And you should see how they write, some. At makeshift tickets, with ungrammatical Italian and absent punctuation, in the midst of those leaflets I found poets: inside those hats of order dropped on the head, there were Ungaretti and Montale, Guys who, if only they were listened to, seen, encouraged to really follow them dreams, that hand would raise her higher than everyone. So I wonder: who decided that those dreams are worth less? Who has established that certain hands should be lowered, that certain worlds should remain buried? Because under those hoods, among those unguarded sheets, in the silences that too many exchange for indifference, there are stories that are just waiting to be written. And they deserve to be read ».
The comments under his post are wasted: teachers who meet again in his words, of educators who spend in class every day for the good and future of their pupils, parents. “The frustration I feel, I understand it all. It is the same one I feel, When I see young people who have already pulled the oars on the boat And they pull to live. “And again,” the boys are looking in the eyes …. they have a world inside that look “. But also moms” I asked my son of his dream. He is among those guys who do not have the Courage to raise his hand, because he feels he is no longer entitled to dream, as if hoping for something better was something to be ashamed of. ”
