Amarum et indecorum est pro patria mori

It’s no publi­ci­ty stunt, no over-demo­cra­cy, no modern-day wea­ke­ning – war is hor­ren­dous. Humankind tends to for­get such hor­ri­ble even­ts in order to find the strength to sprout again, bury­ing the instinc­ts that brought it the­re along with their dead. No need to point out the risks in such pro­cess. It’s true, in spi­te of the con­stant human per­cep­tion of being on the rim of anni­hi­la­tion, eras tend to balan­ce them­sel­ves, and much more than mere words alter that balan­ce towards a direct conflict’s reso­lu­tion. This said, many agree on the con­tem­po­ra­ry age humans facing a con­si­de­ra­ble mena­ce, caught bet­ween the loss of the Nation’s direct power – inten­ded as con­trol and regu­la­tion – and the even­tual loss of direct con­tact with rea­li­ty and the­re­fo­re histo­ry. War is a hot topic on this front. Let’s make an exam­ple: less than two years ago the Ame­ri­can Video Game com­pa­ny EA relea­sed Bat­tle­field 1, an FPS (Fir­st Per­son Shoo­ter) set in WWI. As the alrea­dy popu­lar fran­chi­se took some distan­ce from the COD for­mat, it got clo­ser to the rea­li­ty of an actual com­bat, making the users deal with death, muti­la­tion and loss. As high-qua­li­ty as intrin­si­cal­ly hor­ri­ble. War-hor­ri­ble. Cri­tics awed, whi­le young and care­less gamers were disap­poin­ted, for one basic rea­son: it wasn’t fun­ny any­mo­re. Aware­ness came as a ham­mer. Apart from the­se reac­tions – or may­be becau­se of them – the result is a suc­cess, and a win­ner rises abo­ve the con­tin­gen­cy: histo­ry.

One hundred years from the end of WWI, we ought to remember what it means to put a nation through war: beyond interest, balance and geopolitical relations. It means death, ruin, and debt. 

And not only for tho­se who lea­ve. It means to see a belo­ved city go destroyed, its inha­bi­tan­ts die like rats and never feel safe. Let’s take a look at Milan, home to our Uni­ver­si­ty: a haven for many, a pla­ce in which to grow for all. One hun­dred years ago Milan was on the brink of deso­la­tion (and uncon­sciou­sly desti­ned to live it all again in less than 50 years). The only thing that kept it going was – not dis­si­mi­lar­ly from the many other cri­sis it went throu­gh — its spi­rit. The will­po­wer to reno­va­te, and the strength to aggre­ga­te. A man-made mira­cle. If you wish to wit­ness such pro­cess, and the step that made a paci­fi­st cityas its then-mayor Emi­lio Cal­da­ra inten­ded – into a pil­lar of mate­rial and spi­ri­tual sup­port for a Nation at war, go see the exhi­bit Palaz­zo Moran­do is now hosting, “Mila­no e la Pri­ma Guer­ra Mon­dia­le (Milan and WWI). A treat for the histo­ry enthu­sia­st, an ever-nee­ded memen­to for eve­ry citizen. 

Photos, postcards and maps, they all form one big manifesto, with one big message: Milan was great, but war sucks.

And it’s no fake news.

Con­di­vi­di:
Giulia Giaume
Inna­mo­ra­ta del­la cul­tu­ra in ogni sua for­ma, lascia­te­mi in ludo­te­ca con un barat­to­lo di Nutel­la e sono a posto.

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