ESTONIA, A PROMISED LAND, A DIFFERENT WORLD... AND A DAILY BADNESS OF THOSE WHO CANNOT BE SILENT

In conclusion, every narrative needs its own elsewhere: a place where everything works better, where the press is free and there are contradictions, due to a mysterious law of climate, evaporano. It's just a shame, returning to more domestic latitudes, those same contradictions promptly reappear, like a conscience that never took flight.

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In 1984 the young Eros Ramazzotti, twenty-one years old, with a still uncertain diction that allowed a wonderful Roman cadence to emerge, he debuted and won the Sanremo Festival singing Promised land. It was the beginning of the launch of a future international star.

With other kinds of launches - for example in the ridiculous - there is who, suddenly, discovers the saving virtues of the Baltic latitudes, elevating them to a paradigm of freedom, transparency and independence, coming to support, in a contemptuous tone, that our Italy "does not want free journalists", collocandola, because of this, in last places, even after Gambia. It's not just about geography, but of a real applied theology: a new editorial "promised land" where everything is freer, fairer, purer — especially when viewed from a distance, while continuing to live in Italy.

Estonia thus becomes not so much a place, but a convenient metaphor: that of a freedom evoked in words and disregarded in deeds, especially when, within the home walls, we casually resort to precisely those tools that elsewhere are denounced as intimidating, for example «reckless complaints, known in international jargon as Slapp (Strategic Lawsuits Against Public Participation), civil and criminal cases used by public and private entities not to obtain justice, but to intimidate those who investigate and drain their resources" (cf.. item, who).

But there is also another aspect, less discussed and perhaps more revealing than this claimed freedom: that of tone. The freedom to transform confrontation into personal delegitimization, to replace the argument with the label, criticism with insult. This is how reading happens, addressed to a well-known Italian academic theologian, expressions such as "unemployed boomer", liquidating judgments such as «little competence, so many evil things", up to openly denigrating qualifications — «violent, vindictive, arrogant" - which have nothing to do with theological confrontation and instead have a lot to do with a certain form of personal aggression disguised as debate (cf.. item, who).

A freedom, so, who claims for himself what he denies to others: the right to attack without measure e, at the same time, to denounce any attempt at a reaction as intimidating. A freedom that presents itself as a defense of the press and which ends up coinciding, in fact, with freedom to insult, only to then declare himself insulted when, as in this case, you receive a measured replica.

In conclusion, every narrative needs its own elsewhere: a place where everything works better, where the press is free and there are contradictions, due to a mysterious law of climate, evaporano. It's just a shame, returning to more domestic latitudes, those same contradictions promptly reappear, like a conscience that never took flight.

We are today's kids
We always think of America
Let's look far away, too far.

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From the island of Patmos, 5 May 2026

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