Milan does not stop for mourning, and awaits Berlusconi’s funeral

From Arcore to Cologno, from via Rovani to the Manzoni theater up to the San Babila del predellino: a walk through the places of the Knight, in a city where it rains but it’s not tears. Mourning and Milaneseness

Scarves from Milan, Monza, the Arcore team. banners. “Goodbye Silvio”, “Ciao Presidente”, “We love you”. Around Villa San Martinoset like an eighteenth-century triangle in the heart of Brianza, one feels the warmth and even the support of a phenomenon that is (was?) mass. A madman tries to enter, he is stopped by the carabinieri. Mrs. Noelle has been camping here for two days. But the funeral home of Silvio Berlusconi, who died on Monday morning, is more than confidential. She is armored. The list of entries is kept by Marina Berlusconi and Marta Fascina. Even the most jaunty and cheeky reporter, who tries with a text message to get invited by Fedele Confalonieri, is rightly dismissed. Big German cars, Alfa Romeos, a Maserati (it’s Gianni Letta), throw themselves inside the wrought iron gate as one dives into a mirror. “Now comes Giorgia Meloni”. “Yes, but she’s not like Silvio”. “And Salvini?”. “Good that”.