Empty cradle syndrome, winter, desertification, demographic glaciation. Climate metaphors aside – each to their own preferred catastrophe – the alarm sounded by those studying the constant decline of the Italian population has now become part of our media landscape.
Fortunately and unfortunately. As the fable of Peter and the Wolf teaches, after hearing repeated warnings to be on guard, vigilance diminishes and danger becomes a blurred hypothesis in the background. Or, worse, a fatality. The data unequivocally explains that the course can be corrected, providing us with all the coordinates of the iceberg; there may be some damage but nothing irreparable, if action is taken correctly. Instead, if we remain on the bridge listening to the music, shipwreck is certain (and climate metaphors should suggest something to us).
Just to stay in the Nursery area, by 20250, ISTAT projections indicate that due to demographic decline the equivalent of the Agordino or the city of Feltre will disappear. The problem is entirely political, of course, but politics is us. Us too. Understanding is the first way to change.
Saturday at 9:30 AM breakfast. Coffee, tea, all the good things needed to start the day right: biscotti made with organic flour baked in a wood-fired oven, yogurt and local cheeses, fruit jams from the garden, and whatever the awakening and the season inspire (for example, chiffon).
At 12.30 lunch will be light, with greetings and toasts. In between, chatter, questions, great ideas. As much as you want.
