who lives in the province (and in Italy almost all live in the province), thought to be the center of the world. A strain that becomes even more serious if the province is far from everything. Like the one where I live, in Sicily. There are no references; opportunities to confront different points of view are very rare, and often they end up confined in a small circle of friends and everyone, more or less feel the same way.
What's worse, you end up believing that what surrounds us, the small beach where "Shipwreck", and the world. The only possible worlds, if not the best. Not by choice or even a misunderstood form of arrogance. Simply because you do not know each other.
Thus, for example, you end up believing all-powerful boss of the small country. Much of the power of the Mafia comes from horizons restricted to those who are influenced. If you don Pinco Pallino is so powerful in my village, and if my village is all the world I know, ergo the power of Don Pinco Pallino must necessarily cover the whole world.
Vale for the Mafia, also applies to all kinds of people. It 's very easy, in the province, to become "historical", "writers," "artists", "journalists" and so on. Just say so. You write any book of local history, also peppered with mistakes and inaccuracies, and soon you will be classified as historical. We believe history, and it goes around their heads held high, disregarding the other's ignorance.
The province is full of money for two painters, poets from overwork, writers of cabbage that are sufficient in themselves. Who are satisfied with the small fame that the village pays them. Because the village is the world. I call the syndrome of Duckburg. There
all in Duckburg. Each type of industry, in spite of the international division of labor. Each type of natural environment: it snows or is a hot Executioner, as required narrative. Where are the richest man in the world? Duckburg. And the second richest man in the world? Duckburg, where else? And the most brilliant inventor of all time? Is it not also Duckburg?
This explains the name of this blog. I live in the province. I write a blog. Ergo, I am the best blogger in the whole Duckburg. I mean, in the world.
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