hundred of these days 
a day like yesterday, my life will account three.
I remember them all with precision.
The first in May '96: I am in the morning in which the left has won the race to the corridors of high school and head to the neck of Campo, who had waited all night like me the same results. He had left a " we did," said retired to the bar as commenting on the match football in person.
really felt that something would change. I was 15.
The same feeling, then the same thrill in a room dell'Eurisko (exactly 10 years later), while Italians interviewed on the phone on their consumption: after three days of waiting was rumor of the official election results , with the victory of Prodi.
slightly, by a hair. But that was enough to make us a little breathing differently, to imagine us (in an interview and the other) short-term future of telephone interviews that maybe would not have provided more.
It was taken for granted already the law on conflicts of interest, and then either the policy or the information would become a serious matter.
least one of the two, for exclusion.
Needless to say, was short, so little to make me think that it is almost resigned to such disappointments.
But a ruling like the one yesterday rejected the Lodo Alfano (of which informed me that almost one in with us to cry on the phone), can prove to me that I have not lost that spirit, shows that something can still go in the right direction (that of common sense), that in Italy there is still someone who has the courage to honor the office he holds and to do what on which Napolitano has closed eyes.
It feels a little more free and less secure jobs. A bit more confident if you want.
also because finally dell'Eurisko next to the PC every day I can support the daily, who writes clearly what I always hoped to read in a newspaper.
What these days are really priceless moments of waiting, countless visits to the site of the Republic pending the verdict of the Consulta.
's what you see in the eyes of those around you and feel what you feel: there is a different light, strength and irrepressible merriment and shiny.
There complicity, even if you do not know, as if he had won a game where you play together.
messages that are beginning to get on the phone to share the joy, even if we do not know what, if anything will change, and someone who promises pastries to celebrate the next day or serving up a collection to send a bunch of red roses in De Benedetti.
Moreover 
