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The other night, by car, I crossed Talsano immersed in silence and solitude. Not distracted by anything, I have observed, as for the first time, the country that we all know, namely, a "country". Not a quarter as Taranto would have us believe, but a real country, with its small streets, with its one-storey houses, with its many churches, its little squares. A place where people know them all. In short, a "country" as the community, not a dorm, with a story, not a simple and anonymous suburbs. Nothing to do with a neighborhood Paul VI, a Tramontone, or, worse, a two Taranto. Then I asked myself why we force this community to always be forcibly Taranto while we do the same with San Giorgio, or Carosino, and others? Chiediamocelo sincerely us Tarantino consideration we give them? What services? What attention? So why keep them in chains, without giving them vigilant, asphalt, sometimes primary infrastructure services? Maybe to say, we Taranto, to be a great city to be 200 thousand inhabitants. But look at many cities in the central and north that are not even half of our pearls are and as they offer their citizens and tourists. Rather than a sterile and empty quantity, let talsanesi well to self-determination and we think - at last! - The quality of our city. Keep our Old Town and downtown Talsano in the same miserable conditions there is certainly no honor.
Antonio Biella