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domenica, dicembre 24, 2006
Ai confini della realtà/3. Solenne, sovietico, massivo: questi gli aggettivi più usati dai dispacci d'agenzia per descrivere il funerale del padre dei turkmeni. Ma la sensazione è che Niyazov non ce l'abbia fatta ad eguagliare il delirio kimilsunghiano di 12 anni fa:
From early morning tens of thousands of mourners, some weeping silently and some holding flowers, moved slowly past the coffin placed in a marble, colonnaded hall at Niyazov's presidential palace, topped by a gilded dome. A military orchestra played mournful music from a Soviet-era Turkmen film about unfulfilled love. Mourners queued in orderly lines past a tall gilded statue of Niyazov that rotates to face the sun -- the city's main landmark. Armored personnel vehicles and a black Mercedes carrying a huge portrait of Niyazov escorted the coffin to Niyazov's birth town of Kipchak west of Ashgabat as rows of soldiers stood to attention and saluted. He was buried in a family mausoleum near the biggest mosque in former Soviet Central Asia -- a huge marble building built for him by a French firm. Six fighter jets roared with a deafening sound as they flew low over the site. Non era facile, bisogna essere onesti, anche se gli speakers ce l'hanno messa tutta: A Turkmen television announcer said the entire nation was mourning its "Great Leader." "Our country is mourning," the announcer said. "The white city built by the Great Leader, one of the most beautiful cities in the world, the capital Ashgabat, is mourning. The Turkmen people and their many friends are mourning the death of the beloved leader." Spesso nella storia delle dittature tragedia e farsa si mescolano in un sordido ghigno. Turkmenbashi ne è stato un esempio paradigmatico. |
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