Queen Elly Schlein I, the Democratic Party now fears her: “She’s naughty”

The other newspapers have his photos, but we have three stories. Colleagues? Hole! Hole! Hole! Elly Schlein vapes. Elly Schlein messages with Bruno Tabacci. Elly Schlein, get ready… Come on, tell it Senator (we’re talking to a senator from the Democratic Party). “Elly is capricious”. Courage, again. “Anonymous, huh!” Trust me Senator, go! “We are afraid of her.” At this point, say it in full. “I’ll tell you: Elly is naughty. She is ‘Elly Queen I”. How is she now she? “Better, uhf”. Even poor Francesco Boccia, known as Ciccio, admiral of the Puglia Royal Navy, a supporter of Schlein, would have paid the price. The confession: Boccia had guaranteed Schlein that the agreement with Stefano Bonaccini, on the two group leaders, was closed. There is no agreement. Schlein calls Ciccio Boccia and is also irritated, and Ciccio, subject: “Forgive me Elly. God bless Elly! Forgive me, Elly!”

Nobody knows, but in the Democratic Party, when they change secretary, it happened 11 times, even the rooms and floors change. So. Nicola Zingaretti had his office on the second floor while Enrico Letta on the third. Second or third? We address the question to Peppe Provenzano, deputy secretary of the outgoing Democratic Party. Deputy Secretary Emeritus, which is Elly’s room? “I don’t know how to answer you. To guarantee the handover, I prefer not to disturb”. He is sir Provenzano and has a cottage in Sicily in his San Cataldoshire (Cl). An official of the Democratic Party to whom we turn the question: “The secretary has not made a definitive choice”. But have you at least seen Elly? The official, again: “The secretary of the Democratic Party shows up little and comes to the office late in the evening”. Let’s go back one day. Is Wednesday. Via della Missione, Rome, a few meters from the side entrance of the Parliament. The usual freelancer, harassed by the editor in chief (“Bring me a video of Elly in motion. I’ll fire you! I swear!”), asks the print journalist: “Please! Help me! Where is Elly?”. The terrified journalist runs away.

The problem is serious. In Transatlantic everyone knows that Elly has her “favorites”. One is Marco Furfaro, probable deputy secretary, revered as if he were Gian Carlo Pajetta. Before the primaries he was talking about the separate collection of Centocelle, today, rightly so, he prefers to “weigh the words” because “the moment is delicate”. Here, “the moment is delicate”, especially after the outburst that “Elly Queen I” would have had with Ciccio Boccia. Senator source adds: “Elly, I’m told she’s choleric.” Since Elly does not speak with the Pd MPs, the Pd MPs just have to observe and study Elly as if it were the rare butterfly “Papilio palinurus”. A party militant to whom we tell the piece: “Wretched! Approached to the butterfly… This is clearly a regurgitation of machismo. Even the word queen. Do you want to cheer up because Queen…”. It seems to be inside a tavern at closing time. It is the truth. In Elly’s party, if you get the metaphor wrong, they’ll cut off your head. Instead, the same mechanism that is established in love in the early stages would have been established between the old lions of the Democratic Party and Schlein: “If I call her, she will think that I need her. I’m waiting for her.” And the trouble is that she doesn’t even propose a “fireplace” to get to know each other better and she doesn’t even send dedications on Radio Immagina, the party radio.

Among the few who have the strength to call her is Angelo Bonelli, the leader of the Greens, who brought the stones from the Adige into the Chamber. Bonelli has an interlocution (so they say) with Schlein, but he is too busy typing on the keys. Indro Montanelli appears on the sofa of the Transatlantic with his Letter 22: “I’m writing an article. If I talk to Elly? Sure, I know when to call her. I choose the right moments”. When the poor freelancer was looking for her on Wednesday afternoon, Elly was traveling and do you know who she exchanged documents and observations with? With Bruno Tabacci, the Christian Democrat more resistant than stainless steel. In 1987 Elly was only two years old and he was already governor of Lombardy. And Tabacci is a tobacconist for Schlein: “she documents herself, she is cultured. She knows how to prick up the antennas ”. Not far from Tabacci, the deputy Soumahoro, who reads Pierre Bourdie, prefers not to talk about Elly because the moment … oh well, needless to repeat it, “is delicate”.

Even Pier Ferdinando Casini takes a good look at it: “I have to do 500km. I’m going to tell who Gerardo Bianco was”. The moment has become even more delicate since the sardine Jasmine Cristallo, wanted by Schlein in management, is a guest at “Otto e mezzo”, in Pd share, but only because, the fearless senator confides, “she is a friend of Travaglio who, if known, attack Schlein but defend Crystal”. Obviously there is the administration of the Pd kingdom. On Rai 3, the right is about to snatch the Agorà program from the left, but Schlein is a bit like Marie Antoinette: “And give him the croissants. Don’t you know that the future is the web?”. In fact, Schlein prefers calls, just as he prefers Iqos, immateriality. The desperate freelancer to whom this piece is dedicated explained. They were looking for her in Rome and she was flying to Brussels: “Boss, Elly is vape!”.
Carmelo Caruso

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• Carmelo Caruso

• Carmelo Caruso, journalist in Palermo, Milan, Rome. He started at La Repubblica. Today he works at the Foglio