What worries me is not Berlusconi himself but the Berlusconi in me. My father told me this growing up. Silvio was the embodiment of our conflicts; right or wrong, reality or fiction and the eternal indecision of choosing the easiest road from the complicated one. If this is Italy, this is me. I reveal my reflections, but I prefer not to judge. I let others do so by observing my work.

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