Covering Letter A Trainee Dental Nurse

THE DECLINE OF A CITY'

Stasera attraversando la Piazza principale di Falconara ho provato un senso di tristezza. Forse sarà stata la serata umida e fredda, forse solo il mio stato d'animo, ma ho avuto la sensazione di trovarmi in una città vuota, spettrale.

lights low, muffled by the mist caused by rain in the afternoon, the empty shops, the benches frequented by persons from other countries, bored and strictly divided into nationalities: Romanians, Bengali, Albanian, and some Eastern European carers . There were close to me a couple of people who hurriedly walked away and thought their own business, a group of Roma but perhaps aided by a bit of alcohol mentioned a dance and sang until the police were not diligent him away.

I thought that my city, this square, was not the case some years ago. Sure Falconara has always been considered a bedroom community, perhaps because the industrial reality that has prevented it from dominating the tourism development or just a normal development of the city. But other than that Falconara has never been so low.

As a child, back when I lived in Ancona, my mother often took me for a walk in Falconara and maybe eating ice cream, delicious, Coffee Bedetti, and the city was friendly but not scintillating.

Now I think that the only desire of those who are passing through our city is to leave as soon as possible. If you get the smell from the north the refinery is our calling card. Then nothing.

I wonder if the people of Falconara if they are making on the state of decay and depression that is going through the city. Maybe they are tired or busy with other thoughts than them, or are simply disappointed. Surrendered, and no longer have desire and strength to say anything.

Yet to hear our administrators, the city is raising its head. They managed to restore the balance, they say. Maybe. And yet it was not a painless outcome for citizens. But restoring a balance is not sufficient to revive a city, in fact, our town dies asphyxiated by exhaust fumes from cars and industries, there is no oxygen in the culture of solidarity, of common life.

Brandoni I remember the mayor, in that very square, and promise to ensure that all thanks to Berlusconi's problems would be solved in Falconara. It was certain, everything would change for the better of course.

You will have noted that Brandon, a long time now, not even mentioned the figure of its leader Berlusconi, has become a kind of Nameless, and how could it, nothing promised has come true. No help has arrived from friendly governments and the municipal budget was buffered only thanks to a pact with the refinery that will crush us.

The feeling of ghostly city that I had tonight I am sure that many others have also Falconaresi. So it is not enough

quickly cross the square, not enough turarsi nose when you pass the refinery, no need to call the police to drive out immigrants. We need something else. We must retake the city, bring it to life physically and culturally. Chase away the ghosts of sadness and insecurity for the good of all. Depends only on us citizens Falconaresi.