Italia

italy in italian.

it’s a nice country plagued by many problems – economical, social, cultural. ruined by berlusconi’s trashy tv since the 80s and by submission to the vatican powers and the catholic taboos.

many foreigners think they know a lot about italy, but they just rely on old and hollow stereotypes. italy is a complex reality: for example, you can’t compare milan to rome or naples. a person from milan generally finds people from the south too intrusive, while the southerns finds people from the north too cold. their att-tude to life is different. north is quite wealthy, south is poor.

accents differ much. in the mountain region called alto adige german is also spoken.

myths to be disproved:

– mafia and camorra are only in the south. for most of italians, they exist only in the news. italians are not violent
– italians are not so generous, in fact they are individualistic people (which is a problem, since they don’t care about the public thing and make their country go to ruin)
– you won’t find in the restaurants spaghetti with meatb-lls, pizza with pineapple, “fettuccine alfredo” or “olive garden”, these are italo-american specialties
– italians do work: office hours are 9 to 6. children go to school also on sat-rday, making it possible to have longer summer holidays
– berlusconi is a criminal, a liar and a pig and does not really represent the majority of italians. many are ashamed of him and his governement
povera italia!
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the proper way to say “italy” in italian. american born italians call it that because they’re proud of their 20% of italian blood but they don’t speak italian and want to feel important because the american soccer team sucks b-lls. full blood italians, however, can say it but it get’s annoying. just call it italy.
pete: long live italia! forza italia!

dave: dude you’re just as german as you are italian

pete: i’m proud to be italian dude

dave: just because they won the world cup?

pete: no, my pride goes way back

dave: do you speak italian?

pete: no….

dave: shut the f-ck up then… and your last name is smith

pete: you just don’t understand my pride.

dave: -sshat.