Not only do the brains flee from Italy, the hearts sometimes do. Orestes comes from Sardinia and lives in Dublin. When we visit, the first thing he says is a homosexual. It seems almost a liberation, a topic that in Italy, years before, had never touched. Not that the thing itself move an inch the conversation, but we realize what will feel freer to talk about it now, hundreds of miles away from home.
He is very young and passionate and tells us of life, which now makes: a fallback small jobs and no certainty for the future, but with a freedom and happiness, which in Italy had never known. Marco is from Sicily and lives in London. He is more pensive and aloof, has a good professional job and lives with her partner for several years.
It tells us that London is a real beacon for all people Fabglitter (Fetish, Allies, namely those that support without being homosexual, Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian, Intersex, Transgender and Transexual Engendering Revolution), maybe too much, if There are even travel agencies with the appropriate promotional campaigns.
Of course, considering only the British capital and its the most in, you can be dazzled by the radiant presence of this community and cross carefree. But we must not confuse the soul night in Soho with real life in the United Kingdom and Ireland. Speaking of rights, mind and society, Britain has yet to do the steps on the road to complete, but we are on another planet compared to Italy.
The distance is also significant compared to the Irish, though these may at times seem more fervent Catholics and citizens of Italian provincial. Twenty years ago in Ireland could calmly speak of discrimination. Today we have the first couple united and recognition of civil unions celebrated abroad.
Marco returned to Sicily from time to time and at home often brings his "friend", which is very intimate. In town, some know, others understand it, many wink, everyone pretends nothing. "Return to live in Italy?" "Not even killed." Orestes in Sardinia us back from time to time, usually alone.
Friends are all the Scouts and the parish's better not to talk about certain things. "Return to live in Italy?" "I'd love to, but I think not." Sure, it might seem that it is only going outside the home, where nobody knows you and you do not care what they think nothing of strangers. But in truth not only that, if the man of the Italian Government with responsibility for family policies, Carlo Giovanardi, flaunting for years discriminatory views on gay families, or if the Europride of Rome is an occasion for the Italian company over polemics of reflection.
Rather it is to live in countries where the culture of rights and the respect you get better and before, where not only the brain is the space to express themselves, but also the heart, fleeing from an Italy suffocating and ignorant. When I'm away from home, Mark and Orestes live another life: his own.
Mauro Longo, a freelance journalist in Cork, Ireland 
He is very young and passionate and tells us of life, which now makes: a fallback small jobs and no certainty for the future, but with a freedom and happiness, which in Italy had never known. Marco is from Sicily and lives in London. He is more pensive and aloof, has a good professional job and lives with her partner for several years.
It tells us that London is a real beacon for all people Fabglitter (Fetish, Allies, namely those that support without being homosexual, Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian, Intersex, Transgender and Transexual Engendering Revolution), maybe too much, if There are even travel agencies with the appropriate promotional campaigns.
Of course, considering only the British capital and its the most in, you can be dazzled by the radiant presence of this community and cross carefree. But we must not confuse the soul night in Soho with real life in the United Kingdom and Ireland. Speaking of rights, mind and society, Britain has yet to do the steps on the road to complete, but we are on another planet compared to Italy.
The distance is also significant compared to the Irish, though these may at times seem more fervent Catholics and citizens of Italian provincial. Twenty years ago in Ireland could calmly speak of discrimination. Today we have the first couple united and recognition of civil unions celebrated abroad.
Marco returned to Sicily from time to time and at home often brings his "friend", which is very intimate. In town, some know, others understand it, many wink, everyone pretends nothing. "Return to live in Italy?" "Not even killed." Orestes in Sardinia us back from time to time, usually alone.
Friends are all the Scouts and the parish's better not to talk about certain things. "Return to live in Italy?" "I'd love to, but I think not." Sure, it might seem that it is only going outside the home, where nobody knows you and you do not care what they think nothing of strangers. But in truth not only that, if the man of the Italian Government with responsibility for family policies, Carlo Giovanardi, flaunting for years discriminatory views on gay families, or if the Europride of Rome is an occasion for the Italian company over polemics of reflection.
Rather it is to live in countries where the culture of rights and the respect you get better and before, where not only the brain is the space to express themselves, but also the heart, fleeing from an Italy suffocating and ignorant. When I'm away from home, Mark and Orestes live another life: his own.
Mauro Longo, a freelance journalist in Cork, Ireland
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