Empty cradle syndrome, winter, desertification, demographic glaciation. Climate metaphors aside – everyone has their preferred catastrophe – the alarm raised by those studying the constant decline of the Italian population has now become part of our media landscape.
Thank goodness and unfortunately. As the fable of Peter and the Wolf teaches us, by constantly being told to be on guard, one lowers their guard and danger becomes a blurry hypothesis in the background. Or, worse, a fatality. The data unambiguously explains that the course can be corrected, providing us all the coordinates of the iceberg; there may be some damage, but nothing irreparable if we intervene in the right way. Instead, if we choose to remain on the bridge listening to the music, shipwreck is certain (and the climate metaphors should suggest something to us).
Just to stay in the Vivaio area, in 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. We too. Understanding is the first step to changing.
Saturday at 9:30 AM breakfast. Coffee, tea, and all the good things needed to start the day well: biscotti made with organic flours baked in a wood oven, yogurt and local cheeses, garden fruit jams, and whatever the awakening and the season inspire (for example, chiffon).
At 12.30 light lunch, greetings, and toast. In between, conversations, questions, and great ideas. As much as you want.
