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Mirafiori South Turin, once it used to be the distant goal of a massive internal emigration of whole families of Italians who from the south in particular, but not only, reached Turin at such a rate that the city of those times struggled to welcome everyone, in terms of housing and services to be clear, the city was not ready at all.

The old houses of the historic center still had toilets outside on the balcony and often in old poorly heated houses there were many workers from Fiat, the “Not Rented Signs to the Southerners” were born in that context because the owners rented maybe to two people except then find yourself with many more tenants.

Fiat was the watershed between the North and South Mirafiori areas, in the North area the old buildings were however inserted in the urban fabric, the younger south area was expanding just as the Italian emigrants reached the north.

As a child, we are talking then of the very early 80s we lived in an area that the people had called a group of little palaces and big ones with the name 'Il Villaggio/ The Village' the whole of these buildings are disposed in a rectangular area that flanked the Fiat on the side of 'via Biscaretti di Ruffia', and except that street so close to the walls of the factory all the others simply did not exist, when the storm came we went to those streets where gigantic puddles formed and we kids used to play there with the fantasy, the islands, the pirates and the paper boats without realizing it that urban decay was so much.

There wasn't a real Church in the Village, the mass was made by one of those old priests of the past under the garage of some buildings converted into a place of worship, but the mass was attended by all residents and the parish as well, Don Giorgio the local priest was busy for all of us agitated young people who made him despair and yet he never slammed the door on anyone and families in difficulty were not lacking. There were several spontaneous committees of citizens, my father was the president of one of them that bore its name by one of the historic bars in our neighborhood, the Bar 'Cime Bianche/ White Tops a clear reference to the typical white mountains of the city of Turin, he as a good socialist, did politics really from below and made it things for the neighborhood, for all those southerners who arrived in the north, a fixed host in a radio program at the local Radio 'Ambassador one' who was called 'Direct line with the citizen', banging him and all the members of the committee found local sponsors, small shopkeepers from once, the milkman, the greengrocer, the newsagent etc. etc. who lived in the neighborhood and managed to print a small newspaper 'The Citizen's Informer', my father was a person who tried to aggregate people as much as possible but above all he fought for that piece of neighborhood, forgotten by the institutions, also organizing moments of fun and party, treasure hunts, running races, football games etc.etc. the whole neighborhood took part, it was thanks to the work of the spontaneous neighborhood committee that one day the construction of the current parish was finally completed, I remember changing the priest and the new parish priest, less loved by everyone, was welcomed with a big neighborhood party. About the 'Valletta Hospital unit' or the so caalled 'the ghost hospital' another shame, a cathedral in the desert, in what was the most industrialized city in Italy built and then left to rot, political battles with lots of articles on the local press that he wrote about his punch were long, today it is running. Today the Village still exists in the local slang of those of my generation and beyond, in fact the asphalted roads then arrived, a real Church as well, the police station that instead has always been there but today it is no longer there, on the whole territory of the four middle schools we used to have only one remained, the other for decades has been used as a reception center for migrants and still is of course. Where once Fiat buses passed to take workers to the factory today there is the absolute desert, and those walls of Fiat are smeared with shitty graffiti pretending we are in some forgotten corner of N.Y., Fiat that of the summer colonies, of the Christmas presents to the children of employees distributed in Turin exhibitions no longer exists, we have entered the 'European Dream' and little by little for us who have grown up the nightmare of precariousness and unemployment has materialized,no one still it's making Politics from below at least not as it was before, the various supermarkets that have arisen have not hired any of the many unemployed in the neighborhood and yet common sense would have at least had to create a preferential lane precisely for its historic inhabitants, but hell no it didn't go like this, the recommended ones in times of thin then in Italy are the normality you look them in the face and in those shitty faces that you have already understand everything.

Little by little, Fiat was completely dismembered, even the offices of the registered office no longer exist, it barely resists, the FCA is in fact an Italian-American company under Dutch law, the registered office has just moved to that fucking Netherlands tax haven EU member state that has smashed our balls recently with peaks of open contempt towards our country and all of us on several occasions in the words of that piece of shit of Premier Rutte to which Conte has 'snatched' the glorious Recovery Fund , one as they say in Rome, while the tax domicile is in London United Kingdom, however to which government do you think FCA have asked for guarantees for a loan of 6.3 billion euros? to fuck off the Italian induced of little industries and reward the one from beyond the Alps ?!

The immigrants Fake refugees of war who today arrive en masse find everything, for them the food is ready, the state allocates over 1000 euros, more than an Italian pensioner takes with the minimum, for them they have not been spared, assisted in everything for all, the public housing? if they get them, they take precedence since they then bring their wife and children, same thing for what about all those social benefits that our parents could only dream of but that is thanks to their work and taxes, today these individuals can just precisely take advantage of all these benefits without having put a single cent., paradoxically today that there is nothing left, we find ourselves with a massive immigration that burns thousands of money that they should instead be used for the Italian people exhausted even by the covid, but is not going to happen , now let's see what this government of Euro servants dressed how it will behave with these pieces of shit did they still give guarantee a 6.3 billion euros loan? or they will try to defend Italian jobs? and industries?