I'm sorry but I won't be at the Scala premiere this year. Just that day I returned from Tripoli after the summit with the Libyan president, and then I immediately flew to London to see Princess Kate, to monitor her nausea. And even if I decide to stay in Milan at the last minute, they invited me to the Science Museum for the interactive exhibition on the firefighters' bicentenary. Indeed, now that I think about it, I cannot miss the Mountain Wilderness demonstration in defense of the Sassolungo. In short, I go skiing. With many regards to Wagner, Barenboim and singing company. Will that be sufficient justification? Of course, it's not as serious as that of President Napolitano, who has to stay at the Quirinale to closely follow a political situation tinged with a government crisis. But after all, I'm not the head of state. And in the past we have seen a prime minister like Berlusconi snub the major national theater for a cinema in Vimercate where they were showing a disaster film, 2012 (in the key scene, with the end of the world at the door, the Italian prime minister prays together with the pope). Imagine if he will go there this year, which is no longer at Palazzo Chigi. And then, for a Kraut musician, a kapo, an unlistenable fat ass. Even if the Lohengrin, with the silver knight fighting the evil magistrate, could be in his pocket. In the meantime, at the youth premiere, he sent his daughter Barbara, strangely without Pato (and everyone wonders, is it already over?).
In short, I will miss the most awaited event of Milanese social life. After all, after the spending review, last year's tuxedo fits me wide and I didn't think about making it smaller like Mayor Pisapia. I won't be able to see the parade of ministers, with Monti who has been at La Scala since he wore shorts (and who knows if the public will ask him for an encore), Signora Elsa who happens to be named after Lohengrin's beloved, and the Minister of Cultural Heritage Lorenzo Ornaghi who will once again be able to enter for free. Unlike many VIPs who were victims of Pisapia's austerity, who cut the free tickets together with the tuxedo. I'll miss the sheik of Qatar and the new billionaire girlfriend of Lapo Elkann, the Wagnerian dress in ruby velvet by Marinella Di Capua and the Barbie one by Daniela Javarone, president of the friends of the opera house, and perhaps the miniskirts and twelve-inch heels of some olgettina escaped the flood. But above all I will miss the gala dinner at the Giardino society, with risotto in Bellavista and the "boned stinchetti". Which for a bare-bones country, are just the ideal recipe.
