Oh so Italy.
Many people have talked about the complete death state of the Italian economy. There has been a lot said about how Italy has failed to develop and keep up with infrastructure. Personally I have been one of the many voices echoing that idea. I went to High School in Italy a decade ago and unlike my Australian High School where assignments were typed and classes regularly involved computers for practically from the beginning, in Italy I didn’t see one computer at either of the schools I went to. The results from that mistake are probably evident. Italy took longer than any other founding European nation to have computer uptake. Computer literacy, though much improved, is still not like other European or OECD nations. On my many trips back to Italy- the old country – I have been frustrated and disappointed by the slowness that everything seemed to have. Buying train tickets online never seemed to work. Cinema times on Google were always wrong. To me when I was growing up, Italy was just behind the ball.
To add to my dissatisfaction with Italian modernisation my family house was destroyed in a natural disaster. Not long after that I started full time work and my ability to cart myself around the world was limited by strict holiday leave, rent and (dare I say it) life. Italy and I had a bit of a break from each other.
Then earlier this year I went back to my home town. I was enraged at the lack of reconstruction and appalled by the conditions that my paesani are now living in. Their houses had been taken away from them and in return they were shoved into temporary homes an eighth of the size of what they previously had. I visited friends from high school- now ten years on most of them were unemployed or in crap jobs. Didn’t seem to matter if they had gone on to tertiary education. I had coffee with a girlfriend who was delighted to tell me she was pregnant. She was so delighted mainly because it would give her something to do because in the 10 years since High School she hadn’t had any sort of serious employment. I told all and sundry that Italy was fucked and there was no hope for its recuperation.
But then something happened.
A dear friend had commented on my skin and mentioned that the products I was using were too strong. She suggested I used an Italian brand and went on to give me the last of the bottle of cleanser she was using. I laughed until I did some research- thought the brand had been around for about 15 years it was starting to set up stores across Europe. Back in France I noticed this brand was everywhere and in the space of 6 months since moving to France 6 stores popped up in the place I live. An Italian company, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of what seems to be the economic disaster that lays the country.
Then I went on vacation with my parents. I mentioned that I didn’t have a train ticket and my father popped on the internet and booked me a seat on the famous high speed train that was leaving within the hour. He emailed it to me and in total disbelief the train conductor accepted it from my ipad.
Ten years ago this was not possible- and frankly I didn’t think Italy would be able to come this far.
In the space of about a week I have decided that the old country isn’t as fucked as I thought it was. Don’t get me wrong, there is a lot that needs to be sorted out here. But it is moving forward. Slowly. And I have started to smell the hope. You can get from Milan to Rome in 3 hours overland. And though the young don’t seem to have work, the summer has brought a sense of entrepreneurship that wasn’t here in the winter. My hope to the old country is they don’t make the same mistakes of the past where they lost their bright young minds to places like Argentina, America, and Australia.












