Claudio Brachino

We’ve discovered that there are 62 ultra-rich Italians, with a combined wealth of 200 billion euros. That’s equivalent to ten years of financial budgets, more or less. In short, in the hands of a few — Ferrero, Del Vecchio, Armani,

The French crisis concerns us all. France is a historical ally of ours—beyond the occasional scuffles and mutual parochialism—an economic partner, and one of the founding members of Europe. Together with Germany, it has held significant power in recent years.

Italian football is still reeling from Sunday night’s shocking events at the Franchi Stadium in Florence during the Fiorentina-Inter match. A 22-year-old player suddenly collapsed, prompting panic on the field. Teammates rushed to help, with Cataldi turning the young man’s

Every time the topic of banks arises, it sparks heated debate. This is largely because, as a society and within ourselves, we haven’t decided what banks truly represent. Are they private companies driven by the logic and vision of the

Milan, the economic capital of Italy. Milan, the only truly European Italian city. Milan, home to the world’s most expensive real estate per square meter on the renowned fashion avenue, Via Montenapoleone. Yet, so often on these pages of Good

The latest, but not final, clash between the government and the opposition, within the increasingly battered body of Public Discourse, deserves some unpacking. We approach this with our style—fact-checking—a method and term we’ve borrowed from Anglo-Saxon journalism. Official data shows—without

And in the end, the Grillo parlante (the “talking cricket”) became the grillo morente (the “dying cricket”). I use the present participle and not the past because the perfect crime by Conte is only missing its legal stamp. The terrible

Today, we’re delving into Italy, America, and Europe—a perfect blend for our editorial line. Last night, or rather, late into the night, as the historic Tg3 program Linea Notte airs at midnight, the prevailing theory was that the newly reached

This story comes from Castel Volturno, in Campania. A dog, cared for and raised by the cemetery caretaker, refuses to accept the loss of his human friend—”master” is a term I dislike. Each day, he wanders among the gravestones, quietly