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Il Nobel per la pace a Barack Obama

(We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
"Ourself We Tell Stories in Order to Live" - \u200b\u200bJoan Didion)

the morning of November 4, 2008 I accompanied a black lady, Betty Kilby, the polling of Cleburne, Texas. I filmed and put down the ballot in the urn: another vote for Barack Obama.

few days earlier, in his hometown of Front Royal, Virginia, Betty had told me about his life as a black girl in the South during the years of struggle for desegregation racial. A story with a happy strokes (dad had challenged and defeated the whites of his city), at times dramatic (the last year of high school, Betty had been raped).

the evening of November 4 that I spent with Betty, her husband David (very black Baptist minister) and two of their family friends, even their color.
In the beginning ' disbelief and amazement the first results, then their joy and improvised dance of the announcement of Obama's victory Betty told me a wonderful story - which in my time I tried to tell the Swiss TV.

( "From Betty Barack" / copyright RSI - Swiss Radio - requires RealPlayer)

(Betty Kilby entrance to his old high school in Front Royal, Virginia)

On 20 January I went down to the mall Washington to attend the ceremony of inauguration of the first black American president. There was a half million people, maybe two, all to brave the cold to be able to tell one's children or grandchildren - who knows when, perhaps by the fireplace - That day "we had too."

There seemed like a good story, one that you want to bring in the moments - a lot - when you ask where is the sense of your labors, of your sorrows, your anger, your empty. You know it's a bit 'fairy tale, a bit' illusion, a bit 'light intoxication by fatigue and despair. You know that in the grand scheme of things, little or nothing will change. But you live, you hear that story, want to participate a little, want to let it get repeated. After you sleep better.

Now some gentlemen between Oslo and Stockholm have decided - as children before bed - they want a replay of that fable, a second note of the story is so beautiful. That's why Barack Obama has given to the Nobel Peace Prize.
to me is fine, I'm there. I do not want this story will end so soon.

(Washington, DC, January 20, 2009: "Inauguration Day")