Every now and then there are good news. And January seems a good month, beyond the many tragic events that is also our professional duty to tell you. However, on 8 January last year Cecilia Sala was released, the colleague journalist imprisoned in Iran where he had gone for some reports, and today, 12 January, Alberto Trentini was released. The co-operator of the Lido of Venice who was in one of the hard prisons of Caracas from 15 November 2024. He was in Venezuela for a humanitarian mission on behalf of a French organization, Humanity & Inclusion. They were not clear then the reasons for the arrest, they are not clear now that the leader of that country, Maduro, not a lightning exponent of democracy we say so, was arrested and brought to America by Trump.
Our foreign minister Tajani thanked the current leader, Rodríguez, and the US Secretary of State Rubio for the collaboration, but recalled that after Trentini and Mario Burlò, who in a few hours will return to our country, there are still 40 Italians in Venezuelan prisons. But this, I repeat, is the day of joy: Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni thanked, as it is right, our diplomacy and all our diplomatic staff for the success of this operation, which is a national success.
Also the mother of the co-operator, softened after the controversies he had opened with his mother’s heart and not with the realpolitik that demand these situations, today he rejoiced at the news and the phone call, always exciting as well as symbolic, of President Mattarella. I repeat, today’s is the day of joy and not of polemics.
It is a success of diplomacy, but it is a success especially of what we call Italy, therefore of all, even of those below were also a little on the side of the dictator Maduro as a confused metaphor of an American anti-capitalism without any political logic and without any transparency. Enrico Mentana, director of the Tg de La7, is well aware that the para-simpatizers of that regime ask at least now why a gentleman who was there for a humanitarian mission made himself 423 days in prison. A gentleman who doesn’t look like a spy and who also needed life-saving care.
A single phone call to say that she was well at the mother last August and then the usual polemics of ours, with the mainstream that shook every day for the alleged forgetfulness of her story when instead she was taken from anything else. But once in a while we copy the others, in this case a sailor of the newborn American nation: “right or wrong is this my country,” he said shortly after the first Constitution of the West.
And then for a few hours we forget the medieval Guelphs and Ghibellines that are in us and always at the eternal sports bar, and enjoy a little of our pride. Especially some empathy with the protagonists and their family members. Alberto comes home, alive. She didn’t know anything about Maduro and the first thing she asked was a cigarette. We’ll have a reason to say goodbyes, and then we’ll ask you tomorrow.
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