Today I admire Murgia and I’m sorry to think I missed it

From how he is staging his own death, the cultural and ideological distance is shortened. She wants to have time to distribute to herself and to others the loaves and fishes of the miracle of human life: a rare and precious attitude

Michela Murgia I had missed it. Lost in an extreme distance, alien, cultural, political and ideological. From how he is staging his own death, with the writing of a book of stories and the orality of communication to the newspapers, the distance is shortened and a lively human interest emerges which has more admiration than compassion. She cures metastatic stage four kidney cancer but is not in combat gear, she does not fight, she says, she does not exorcise it like an alien, she accepts it as part of her body and complement of a life that promises to be short but she remembers happilyin many layers, marked by a radical restlessness and pacified in love, friendship, queer relationships of a non-traditional family to which it assigns ten community beds in a newly bought house to spend together an unspecified number of months allowed from immunotherapy.