It was heavy raining upon Milan, bucketing down from the orange jellyfish dark sky to the gloomy streets, dressing up trees and dog turds, pharmacies and potholes, the whole city shebang. The rain made this hypnotizing rushing sound coming in from everywhere, and all the remaining music of the city's early night was removed by it, swamped into it.
Computer display kept showing to us its bad internet news as we stood there, in silence, in front of the window. The weather was closing in against the panes, all dotted with drops dribbling down, and I was thinking about how to finish what I had started, when first I decided to change my life, more than a year ago. The one job I had to do and that i left unfinished.

Libi said, "I can't believe it. Whoever win this, they will gonna fight about it forever".
Well, the country was obviously bounded for chaos or eternal falling into rotten boredom, I knew that. But sure thing was weird now to read statements of these political ballots experts saying how "we are facing the worst elections in the world". Even worse than the Florida rigged game apparently, although in a smaller and more insignificant league.
And when one part proclaimed to have won, and the other contested, it all seemed a bad deja vu.
Sure thing Italy was going to remain Berlusconi's, just like he bought it from us. After all, it doesn't really matter whether you actually manage a run-down store or not, as long as you can be there blackmailing who will be managing it. The best way to get out of the lead is when the things in front line get really crappy.
I said, "We will never get rid of Berlusconi". Then I said, "we deserve it probably".
All you have are these bitter little jokes to say in the end.

But it was not about that. What was Italy after all? It was just this old boot in the sea, admired and envied by many in the world without any real clue about it, or about the mental insanity of its hypnotized citizens.
Maybe it was all about the fact that the country was not going to do any good to me, because I never did any good to it. It never even crossed my mind you could do something good for this country.

Outside it was still raining. We worried for the wisteria young blooms, if hard rain was going to be too hard for them.
Part of the houses we could spot from across the courtyard looked all blacked out, windows invisible and lifeless behind the rain. In my paranoia I thought, see, lights off, the starting signal of a putsch.
In fact a little later in the house lights went off and on for a while, dimming the bulbs in slowed down hiccups. But then it all remained on.
Libi went to bed, and I stayed awake, as always.
I wasn't frustrated, because I had never been very concerned in changing Italy's destiny or any country's. It was just what the rain was saying. How that's the country of cheating and strafottenza and all, careless, indifferent, slow, and how rain was washing it all out to leave it like it was before, just like anything else.
All right, may be it was a little frustrating after all.

p.s. The title of this post at first was "Well, I too always cheat at videogames, so I can understand". But then I decided it was pointless to suggest someone cheated on the elections. Hey, even if that was, that's modern democracy. Videogames ship out with cheats bundled into them, as opposite of what I assumed few years ago, when first I played one.
So, be it.