Each passing day changes us, making us something irredeemably different.
Gentrification is that brand new thing that once missed: once there was a place of happy poor people, forgotten by God, than arrived the artists and transformed it in a magical place to be lived by both artists and poor people, but later appear the restaurants and all the ones who desire have a lunch in the restaurants that have just murdered the magician of that place.
The high prices force the pour to escape, while all is restored in respect of a false conservative interventions, flashy, vulgar, nostalgic of something that only the original poor inhabitants, those who has been forced by hungriness and starvation to sell and move away, could feel.
*San Berillo is one of the old town districts of Catania, once it was exclusively populated by prostitutes and there were small shops of artisans. Lately it has been the subject of an “urban renewal” that hides (but not much indeed) economic interests above all the one linked to the urban speculation.
What is happening in this district has just happened to Vico Santa Filomena, where the old artisans – tailors and shoemakers – left place to cool restaurants for the exclusive pleasure of an elite of citizens and tourists.