This short story appeared in the special issue of The manifesto of December 17, 2009, entitled "Communist, who?". I dedicate it to Manolo Morley and Constantine Virgili, yet another "brigades intentions" (ie "did not do shit but they could ..."), ended up in jail as a preventive measure. The first one, then, for reasons "of race." (VE)
"" socialize everything except the barbers' "said Paolo Ferrero, exhausted, laying on a table the AK 47 the Interior Ministry.
"It 's a beautiful line. Lenin? "Said Oliviero Diliberto, while trying to remove dust from the uniform gray.
Behind Marco Rizzo, his eternal protester was carefully putting the bazooka. "But that's bullshit. Lenin has never worked in barber shops. It will be another theory. "
" for "Ferrero smiled. "It's Mario Tanassi, secretary of the Social Democratic Party before the Clean Hands."
"Why barbers not? "Diliberto said.
"Tanassi rectified during a political forum. Even the barbers were to socialize. "
The dialogue took place while the streets are still fighting. The militias of the CPO had been taken Weeden House. Those of the Crash of Bologna occupied the whole area from Ponte Milvio Piazza del Popolo. The Victory of Milan garrisoned Termini Station. The coup had failed, they fought in every Italian city. To all in Rome it was clear that the decisive battle took place, especially after the flight of the Pope in Avignon. From
yards came the sound of shooting. "This must be Gasparri, or Russia," Ferrero said, dreamily.
"No, it D'Alema, "said Dry Ferrando, who entered at that time. "As a last wish he asked to have the extreme carnal relationship with Berlusconi. We could not satisfy him. "
bend all on the map, as if he could provide some kind of answers.
Ferrero looked over his glasses, which had fallen on the tip of the nose, as always. The shape of her nose was fit for purpose. "Now it is to realize communism. Any ideas?
Ferrando spoke with confidence. "To each according to his needs, from each according to his possibilities. It 's easy. "
" Easy? "Ferrero raised glasses. It was the first time in life her that he did. "Barbieri aside, who could manage huge industrial complex? The railroads? Telecommunications? The steel plants? "
" Maybe we should hear Toni Negri, "proposed by Sergio Bologna back of the room. "He had very specific ideas about." Ferrero
nodded. 'Excellent proposal. Bring Negri here. Or maybe Casarini. "
Ferrando took on a desolate. "Shot them both. A few minutes ago. "
" Why? "
" The Public Health Committee has defined them as deviations. Supported the assimilation of the former middle class to the proletariat. "
unobtrusively, Sergio Bologna pulled the door.
Ferrero sighed and unwrapped the map. "Enough. We need to make communism. We make the transition called "dictatorship of the proletariat." There is the state that can handle large-scale production facilities. E 'socialism. To each according to his work, from each according to his abilities. "He looked Ferrando. "Am I right?"
"In theory, yes," said the leader of the Trotskyist 'but it would be state capitalism. Nothing to do with communism. "
" Okay, but who would we manage large systems?
"You can think of soviets of workers elect their managers."
"For a transitional period."
"Of course, transitory."
came forward Marco Rizzo. "If you let it. Should be identified to lead a capitalist media, finance, banking and communications systems, insurance groups. The Soviets would vote for him as the first manager, a large majority. They did this in Russia during the NEP. "
Ferrero shook his head. "There is a guy like that."
"Yes there is," said Ferdinand. "Silvio Berlusconi."
"Do not you already shot?"
"No. And 'there in the courtyard waiting for the firing squad. "
" Bring it here now! "
Shortly after Berlusconi made his entrance, escorted by two 99 guards of the Workshop of Naples. Diliberto looked at him with contempt. The former prime minister appeared old and tired, but was not lacking in vitality.
"Here it is, a fascist."
"Never fascist state, you do not believe the calumnies of the newspapers." Berlusconi fumbled under his jacket all wrinkled. "I can even show you the piece of the Belarusian Communist Party for Democracy, signed by Comrade Lukashenko himself."
"There's enough," said Diliberto, hard-nosed.
"Do not be ungrateful. When all argued that the Communists no longer existed, I was the only one to say that there was more. "
observation impressed all those present. Ferrero ended up nodding. "There's a kernel of truth. But it is not enough to save her life. "
Berlusconi did not let unmount. "Comrade Lenin said, What? That Communism is the Soviets plus electrification. You put the Soviets, I electrification. Believe me, I'll be a working-class president. "
Ferrando, who seemed the most perplexed, he seemed convinced. He stroked his beard combed for thirty years. 'Well, you can try, "he murmured.
"Yes, I agree," said Rizzo. Ferrero looked
Diliberto, who nodded his consent. "And it is. "He called a militiaman of the PCO Weeden. "Put this man in freedom. Do get in the yard. "
" Now. "The militia Berlusconi walked to the window and threw it down. They heard a scream and a thud.
"What's the matter?" Shouted everyone.
The militia took the gun from the holster and the brand. "Comrades, proletarian dictatorship is over. Start the next step. That the extinction of the state. "
(from Carmilla)
