It was a symbol, Genova! It was where you could see the nearby Ikea, where you would have a second glimpse of the sea. Crossing the bridge was a ritual an experience more than anything...
I remember a younger myself sat in the back seat looking outside the window at the bridge's ties, thinking how majestic it was, years passed by and it made always the same impression on me, even now, whenever I have to go to the airport after a mini-break, that bridge had always its charm.
It was a spectacle.
Imagine just this morning how shocked I felt when I've discovered what happened. The bridge collapsed. How can a bridge collapse? How can this happen in 2018? With all the technologies we have? With all the latest iPhones, all the stupid things we surround ourselves with. The things that upset me the most is that our beloved politicians at the lead of the country talk about implementing new bridges and various infrastructures around Italy. What about the mandatory maintenance of the one we already possess?
In the last years whenever I'd come back home I'd crossed the Morandi bridge, there were always constructions sites, what for? I thought improvement work was carried on, but apparently, they weren't. The whole country is waiting for someone to give the blame to and once everyone is happy the whole thing will be forgotten as the myriads of naughty and dirty things that go to pile up under the carpet. A bridge from the late 60s can't survive the weight and amount of traffic that we have nowadays, this means that the majority of the bridges in our country should be destroyed and rebuilt. But of course, monitoring and maintenance cost money, money that possibly local administration they don't have.
What of the rumours about the unsafety of the bridge? It gives me the shivers just thinking that this was announced tragedy rather than something unpredictable. My dear Italy, what's happening to the beautiful country you used to be in my father's stories? Although everyone was safe and none around me got hurt, his voice, it's hard to remove it from my memory, almost about to break in angry tears. The disappointment, the sadness of seeing his own country falling apart. My thoughts and words are towards the victims. This should be a wake-up call for the whole country.