In Italy something strange happens. Something strange, contradictory, ambiguous. Talla Ndao was born 29 years ago in Dakar (Senegal) where he lives with his entire family. The economic situation, like that of many other local boys, soon led him to the decision to migrate to other shores most fertile, so that in 2002 across the Mediterranean and landed on the island by golden beaches, Sardinia. Here is room in a small town twenty-five thousand inhabitants, Iglesias, a few km from Cagliari. Initially, the resources of livelihood are very scarce, so as to force him to menial jobs, like selling a variety of merchandise during the summer to Western tourists who flock to the Sardinian sea, amid the indifference of the people on the one hand and the smiles of pity on the other. Where the product sells Talla's really everything from bracelets to statuettes of wood, from handkerchiefs to the compact disk of music burned. It will be music, a great friend of every day, one that allowed him time to undertake a personal journey towards integration, to bring the complaint of the young Senegalese. Meanwhile, the years pass, along with several works that Talla has the chance to do so more or less stable, enough to be hired as a clerk in a shop run by fellow countrymen, the Dakar Boutique, and then close his adventure with an employment contract as a domestic worker. In these seven years Talla improve his Italian, he attended the premises together with the large group of friends who had the good fortune to meet and reciprocate that love with his special way of being. Then the music, as I said, made by himself with little money and lots of passion, the music would still be crying and upset, it's the same music that is now subject to money and, for an ideal property, accuses him of being ritorcendoglisi against a criminal. This paradox Talla meets the last Monday, the police station, and fitted of all necessary documents went to the renewal of residence permits that will never happen. From there begins the drawing that will take him first to Elmas, then to Lamezia Terme (Calabria), in a CPT where is now being held pending deportation, and where "all are treated like stray dogs," to use its words. The decision entailed the reaction of the city, with the appeals on Facebook who have joined, at least for now, more than 4000 contacts, and through the expressions of solidarity on the part of most citizens. Appeals have also arrived in the living rooms of the Parliament and, specifically, to the ears of Mauro Pili, a former mayor City and currently deputy of the PDL, which expressed the will of wanting to mobilize directly to the issue so that it can have different outcomes than those provided by the "security package". Pili has in fact declared its intention to contact the Interior Minister Maroni, if necessary, so that Talla can continue to stay in Italy and do his work quietly. Beyond the real possibility of this happening and that the intention to resolve the problem by all institutions, the story highlights what in fact was obvious long before it occurs: the failure of this law. This is not the place to discuss system in which we protect the rights of copyright in Italy and on the logic that drives the music market (although, from my point of view, in this case the issues are closely related), but it would be worth pointing out that the much-acclaimed package makes no distinction between illegal immigrants and those who, however, are not illegal. This sort of uniformity to the stranger, accompanied by the idea that a criminal remains that even though over time he obtained a job and is seamlessly integrated, which makes no distinction between crimes and does not go to investigate the reasons for social are the basis of the latter, still suffers, in my opinion, a form of ignorance is typical of our country. It does not, ultimately, the emergence of real integration conditions that can lead our society to change and shape itself over time (and not vice versa) to accommodate now and in future generations of those immigrants who will make the economic and cultural wealth of our country in the years to come. I would not put other irons in the fire, talking example of the fixity of our economic system or our political parties, my intention was mainly to raise awareness to a problem that affects a dear friend and the whole society. Maybe even music. 
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