Mad and Crazy people S.p.a.

By Pier-Giorgio Tomatis

Mad and Crazy people S.p.a. by Pier-Giorgio Tomatis

The only interest that always rises is the private one ... in the public sector.

Marco Calcagno is a quiet middle-aged man who lives in Pinerolo and is a teacher of literature at the M. Buniva Institute. He is so loved by his students and by all the inhabitants of city ​​that someone has the idea of ​​running him for national elections. He wins easily and without too much effort. The doors of the Parliament of Rome open before him. Everything would seem spinning smoothly as oil were it not that Marco has a small peculiarity. He is convinced that he has an imaginary friend, he talks to her in parliamentary sessions and also in front of the cameras.

With this premise, a series of situations at times tender, at times tragic, at times comical begin, which upset public opinion and the normal canons of Italian politics.

Also because ... the ideas of the imaginary woman prove to be more intelligent than those of many expert deputies and senators. What would you do? Would you like a man like that to represent you?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Feb 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201087722

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Mad and Crazy people S.p.a

by PIER GIORGIO

TOMATIS

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Biography of the author

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, Gateland; fantasy thriller

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, Robinson Jr .; fanta-horror

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, Todos caballeros; satirical

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, Satan's Womb / Satan's Uterus; sociological-horror

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, The Strange Case of Doctor Chances; science fiction

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, Terrible Enfante; dramatic

Pier Giorgio Tomatis, Pazzi & Matti Spa; satirical

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Pinerolo, August 2009 – August 2010

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I dedicate this book to all politicians with the hope that it will be a source of inspiration for them.

I also dedicate it to the aforementioned Tullio Cirri,

Enrico Varacalli,

Fabrizio Legger,

Alessandro Di Nardo,

Giuseppina Tavella,

Pierluigi Marino,

Sergio Giachero,

Augusto Ziosi,

Marco Calcagno and

Valeria Gumina.

EVERY REFERENCE TO FACTS, PLACES, AND/OR PEOPLE REALLY EXISTED, OR EXISTING, IT'S PURELY RANDOM.

All the characters and places in the story are the fruit of the author's imagination, as well as their names and characteristics. the opinions expressed by the characters do not undoubtedly reflect those of the author.

Notes of the author

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The novel you hold in your hands and which, anxiously, you are beginning to read (forgive me fat optimism) comes from two of my particular needs.

The first is to package a tribute to one of the movie characters I have loved most in my life: Harvey. The older ones among you will no doubt remember a great Universal movie from 1950.

The main character was a two-meter-tall rabbit (a pooka) and was never seen. This is because he lived only in the mind of his companion, a nice and good-natured James Stewart who delivered one of his best interpretations to the history of Hollywood. The comedy in question, all played on misunderstandings, is a metaphor on intelligence and goodness, on tolerance and the morality of common living.

The second personal need is to provide my small contribution, to express my personal opinion on political events that continue to mix private and state affairs.

The paradoxical metaphor I have created allows me to force the reader to reflect on the consideration and mental attitude that each of us should have in dealing with daily political issues.

After that, I just have to leave room for reading and your vivid imagination.

Pier Giorgio Tomatis

Dedicated to James Stewart

by Harvey "

And "

Mr. Smith goes to Washington ".

Mad and Crazy people S.p.a

by Pier Giorgio Tomatis

Chapter One

Who nominate

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He immediately had that feeling of inadequacy that assails an unprepared student when the teacher questions and her name comes out of her mouth ready to stick in the ears of all those present (and her parents in particular). The meeting with the party comrades was less than an hour and despite all his efforts he had not managed to find any candidate worthy of arousing a shred of enthusiasm. Pinerolo was a town in the Turin belt of almost forty thousand souls. It was not possible that there was no man or woman able to accept the offer and return to his party that seat in Parliament that had been missing for too long. The opponents had moved on time and well.

The Social Democratic contenders had nominated Varacalli Enrico, a Marxist expert who had made his bones as a trade unionist and who for some time had divided himself between the administrative tasks (he had a kitchen shop in precious wood but also held the role of Councilor for Labor of the city ) and that in the field of volunteering (he was President of the local section of the Telefono Azzurro).

Even the Liberal Democrats, for their part, had appealed to all forces and were absolutely sure of winning with Legger Fabrizio, an assault journalist, well known and loved by the people for his battles in favor of those who suffered injuries and abuses. On the pages of his newspaper the candidate stood as a champion of the weak and defenseless without looking anyone in the face. Historic had been his battle against Michael Jackson which earned him numerous criticisms from fans. He was like that. If something was white it was white. If it was black it was black. He was unfamiliar with the art of diplomacy and many thought he was the right person to turn things around in the Roman Parliament. This place is notoriously full of innumerable shades of gray.

Tullio Cirri also thought that the institutions of the capital needed to be renewed while he was cleaning the lenses of his bone-rimmed glasses in the bathroom of his house. And he cursed the day he offered to remove the chestnuts from the fire for his party: the Democrats of the center. What had he thought? What convinced him that he could succeed in this enterprise? Unanswered questions. It had been an impulse. He had listened to his instincts. Until then he had never betrayed him. Now, however, he had made him spend those last two and a half months between refusals, indecisions, anxieties and fears.

Come on he thought up to now I have always managed very well. It will happen again this time. Despite this recovered optimism, that feeling of self-confidence, the fateful hour in which he should have brought the name of the chosen candidate to his Party colleagues, was getting closer and closer.

He decided to leave the house for a healthy walk. Stretching his legs would help him think better. He greeted his wife Romana and walked down the stairs determined to overcome that state of impasse in a different way from how he had tried to do up to then. As soon as he emerged from the door of his house in Corso Piave, he bumped into a man with an elegant suit but not in an expensive and refined way, thin, almost bony-looking, with short cut hair and an accentuated facial expression. At first glance he seemed to him a user of the nearby Center for Social and Welfare Services in Via Montebello.

Excuse me so much. My bad. They were the first words he managed to squash in front of the stranger.

Oh, don't worry. It was nonsense. Some of it was definitely my fault. The stranger replied with a display of kindness.

Oh well then. He replied, waving his hand. After you. He stretched out his arm, drew back his face, showed the stranger the way forward.

Thank you. Very nice. It was the man's answer.

After letting the stranger pass, Tullio walked in the same direction, remaining a few steps behind. Lost in thought, he headed to the corner of Via