The notebooks of the asylum. In Rimini, Schlein is a sergeant, Calenda is booed, Conte smiles

Gramsci, who? In one hour of the round table she wrote more notebooks than Antonio. The Democratic Party has its first graphomaniac secretary, Elly Schlein “the scribe”, the new Elena Ferrante, the brilliant secretary. It’s Rimini, the CGIL Congress, number nineteen (100 stands, cult gadgets the “Perennials” sweatshirt, lunch box at 17 euros) but it looks like the Turin Book Fair. Secretary Maurizio Landini, to protect Carlo Calenda, a booed guest, wore a Voltaire wig: “I defend your right to speak. Go, Carlo, please”. Lucia Annunziata, who moderated, was Anna Magnani’s version Beautiful: “Elly, come on, introduce yourself, courage. I’ll give you ten more minutes.” The silicon communist Fratoianni toyed with the Apple Watch while Giuseppe Conte, unbeatable, explained: “Our task is to find the humus to have a polar star”. That? Need bicarbonate.