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Amedeo Ricucci, nicknamed Carino and Calabrian by birth, has spent long periods away from Bologna as a war correspondent for RAI, the state-run radio and TV network. When he goes to Saudi Arabia, he doesn’t get along with the Arabs, nor does he get along with the locals no matter where he’s posted. He’s an out-lier who feels his balls getting twisted as soon as someone says “I’m a freedom fighter”, or when they’re “fighting our country’s enemies”, or even when anything like “you don’t understand fuck all about our country” is pronounced (and then they want to be interviewed).
Put briefly, it’s really not clear at all how Carino manages to get his work done. Here he’s holding a photo where nothing is clear, although there are three small persons and he’s the last on the right at 20 hiding a crowbar under his jacket (you see it and you don’t).
It was taken in Piazza Verdi in 1977, when hundreds of reporters came to town to hear why Deleuze and Guattari deemed Bologna an hallucinogenic rhizome.
Carino: Amedeo said so to Guattari before bashing his face because of his coy and insufferable supposing. Today Carino has a journalism blog and uses it like a crowbar. This is the picture he wanted on his return from Syria. The background is the wall of a church left half-built by the incomplete architect Dallocc, whom Carino is fond of for reasons he knows but we don’t.