But yeah, let’s get involved. After all, in a city that has digested the Pope and members of the Northern League and made barbarians and grillini wear fine clothes, where the news lasts half an hour and Mars Flaiano is picked after three days, what do you want to care about Garofani Gate? Or more precisely, what is of concern now is no longer the fat, namely the political figures and institutional profits from the “free chat” of council members over a glass, but the side dishes. Where? What do they eat? And are there any women? In reality there were few, perhaps more spies, at least according to the report of one of the guests who, oh coincidence, worked with Belpietro
Roma is like this, molasses that envelops you in sweetness, without even bothering Marziale or Tornatore. The perfect setting for a “vaccinia conspiracy”, as Filippo Ceccarelli in Repubblica wittily defined it. Or, as Massimo Gramellini wrote in Corsera, Magica is “not worth discussing”: among other things, gathering the gang around a plate of pasta “is not a democratic emergency but a memory of a past glory, the great Agostino Di Bartolomei”.
Giorgia Meloni flew very far, to South Africa to attend the G20. Sergio Mattarella received the credentials of six new ambassadors at the Quirinale. Everything is back to normal, the dispute between the two presidents has been resolved with mutual comfort and satisfaction, so that Garofani’s careless words can easily be dismissed from conspiracy to cheerful chatter between the Giallorossi. The last person to give in to the evidence, like the Japanese on the island, was Matteo Salvini. “Garofani is on the staff of the head of state and holds a very complicated position in the highest defense council, we are not talking about passers-by. I, from someone who holds such a role, do not expect chats between friends in restaurants.”
At Terrazza Borromini, overlooking Piazza Navona, we set out to enjoy spaghetti, wine and stunning views of the city. Who was there that night? The staff didn’t respond but luckily there were new restaurants appearing in the newspapers every day. This is Francesco De Dominicis, head of external relations at Fabi and suspect number one in the deep throat case. Not only does he work at Libero, he is also a Juventus player. “I would never do something like that, I was there because I am a good friend of Luca Di Bartolomei. I don’t know the members of the board, but I have to say that I heard something about the reasons found in Truth.” Poison and wind, business becomes bigger. “I saw a table with strange people next to us, they were staring at us. Some restaurants were full of bedbugs.” Who knows, maybe Russian. In fact, the blonde woman with the Eastern accent is unmissable. According to Carlo Paris, former director of Rai Sport, “we almost always talked about football, it was Ago’s night”. Conspiracy? “But no, night with friends, relaxed atmosphere.”
Garofani, however, was on the other side of the table, “with his back to the glass window, like Jesus at the Last Supper”. Fabrizio Failla, another sporting face of Rai, tells a similar version. “Councilman’s sentence? And who knows? I was talking about football and zinnon. Yes, buffalo mozzarella.”
