These days the media battle about the presence of an Italian naval unit in Cyprus is on. You can't help but smile about the cut given by the various experts; mind you: everything that has to do with the Italian military world suffers from congenital and do-gooders, and is aimed at satisfying an audience that, guided by the first few pages of the generalist daily catechists, floats without drift ready to swallow the whatever, to the same like the first second-hand sparkling wine which, given the period, shows off from the shelves of the department stores. Unfortunately we are in a country with a short memory, more accustomed at this time to the white week, to the performance of the soccer championship and to monothematic Vatican sermons.
The memory of the Saipem 12000 contracted by ENI lies in the Italian shredder of oblivion and removed by Turkish military ships while it was preparing to carry out mineral explorations authorized by the Cypriot authorities (v.articolo); the agreement between the Libyan government (sic!) of Sarraj and Turkey in favor of the delinquent division of the Mediterranean maritime spaces (v.articolo) that produced the departure of the Libyan ambassador by those bad boys of the Greek government, who seem to have understood what risks his nation is running; the news of the discovery of large gas fields off the Egyptian, Israeli and Cypriot waters is still waning, which, largely discovered by ENI, could be useful to the Italian cause; still the scent of burning rises in Haftar's bellicose statements, which will not be head of government but in Libya it controls the 90% of the territory.
To this is added the dark (coincidentally for the Italian public) but no less relevant than a newimperceptible friction between Turks and Israelis: not later than 2 weeks ago the Bat Galim, belonging to the Israel Oceanographic and Limnological Research, which was carrying out oceanographic research authorized by the legitimate Cypriot government, was removed by Turkish military units; the Israelis, of a less friendly and condescending character than ours, do not however have sketched, and in these days they have planned joint military exercises with the Cypriots and with the same Bat Galim escorted by naval and air units with the Star of David, in the same areas of contention. As if to say: the kicks in the ass the Turks reserve them only to the imbels; towards those who are ready to defend their rights by all means, and even with the necessary courage, the neo-Ottomans think for a moment. Needless to stay (unfortunately) to specify who the bag is.
I hear the chorus asking a little softly: and to us? I am not surprised: accustomed to the glorification of sardines and panettone, and hypnotized by a Swedish teenager who at 16 years already babbling about broken dreams (at 40 years she will do?), We are at a sidereal distance from a very short and bitter series of considerations: dominated by pragmatic foreign policies and devoted to the projection of power, we chose a lame horse in Libya, which was badly seen by its own countrymen, who did not pay to create us anomalous waves of problems, and thought to ally with a nice warmonger who, between Somalia, Djibouti, Kurdistan, Syria and Cyprus and Saipem 12000, intends to take over an area rich in energy resources that, for our unaware fortune, does not have on its territory; yes, it is President Erdogan who, between one invasion and another, holds an unspecified number of Syrians to let swarm at will in the territory of a European Union which, rather than asking the reasons for the Brexit debacle, prefers to give the troglodyte fool to a people who has freely and repeatedly expressed themselves.
Let's go back to our miserable little courtyard, now too narrow for a battimuro; among a journalistic boutade, which considers a ship sufficient to enforce the rights of a sovereign nation (oh my God! I said it!), a ship whose next operational activity includes joint exercises with units flying the same flag as those that have kicked out the Saipem 12000, and the claims of an incumbent minister, who does not understand what the GDP is for and pushes after the merendin tax, to an abandonment of the oil business by ENI, we would be tempted to look at that sort of phoenix diplomatic mission which is the Farnesina, which instead, given that everyone says there is but where no one knows, is silent, in line with the precursors of other recent governments that, ecumenically, received the same Presidentissimo Turco without managing to impose the defense of the national interest.
Hands up whoever has the national interests in mind. Few hands, eh? I was expecting it, the pre Christmas prosecchino has already taken effect.
While a country hangs from the lips of young and fish-Sardinian researchers and does not ask itself with what money can pre-election campaigns be allowed, and climate bombs, a country of 22.000 sq km, Israel, smaller than Sicily, could give a lesson in expertise international to one of 300.000, us, who has not the faintest idea of what can and should do in a medium-term political perspective (the long haul, given our short-sighted and lazy propensities does not belong to us). Let's say that, in this case, the ineptitude could be coupled with a shameful lack of courage, a gift that the Israelis instead seem to have to sell.
Let us admit that Israel, supported by Cyprus, which actually allowed mineral exploration, really does get results for its cause with muscle evidence, what should we expect here, apart from the anti-Semitic Angelus of disarmed chefs? A bleak tire vacuum filled with nothing, agitated by a frenetic immobility.
Merry Christmas to everyone, sleep worried: the great Luigi Magni would have said, as in his Tosca: shake the same, cacatve on him.
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