Random little snippet from the second book. Tiziano addressing malicious rumors!
I’m at home and I’m cold.
After having spent half a day with my lawyer talking about people who tell lies about me in the newspapers, I noticed myself becoming: angry, barren of good feelings, vindictive, driven by contempt and hatred and – even worse – compelled to be so.
I hate seeing myself like this, I hate when my sleep is interrupted by the hatred, I hate not being able to fall asleep because of the anger and I hate these dark circles under my eyes that remind me that this has been going on for three nights.
I hate refamiliarizing myself with my country, MY country, and seeing that – just when, after eight years, I had become confident enough to come back – it’s a place where anyone can wake up in the morning, choose to lie, and find a space in respected newspapers to do so freely.
And then, when will it all end – provided that this day will come – how will it end? With a retraction, two sentences long, camouflaged between ads for an electrical stimulator and anti-wrinkle cream?
It seems too little, too little for the evil, the embarrassment and the injustice that I’m being subjected to. Meanwhile I find it hard to still believe in good people, although I know well that there are many, rather, I find it hard to believe that they are the MAJORITY. Bad people have a crazy gene, they’re the exception throughout the world, the minimum percentage, an ugly fact of life… but they’re there.
And then I come to think about where I come from, I think about me. How sick I have been and how I don’t want to be any longer, I think about the tiredness that enfeebled my ability to endure it, day after day. Because I am a good person, and the world is good, I’ve written it here.
Now I want to pretend that the only evil people are those two slanderers, insipid human beings to which I have devoted too much space in this journal: damn them!!!