The economic situation for the Italians my generation is not that great.
We grew up with the idea that studying hard and willing to work hard, we would have deservedly earned a living. Not only that believe that by exploiting our talents and our skills and personal satisfaction we felt we would have also helped to improve, both small and large, the society around us, our beautiful country. But something really great to be wrong: today most of us find ourselves having to choose between living in Italy (with a ridiculous salary compared to the workload, often postponing economic independence from their parents or construction for her own family) and go abroad in search of fortune, becoming an expat, a new immigrant, with a degree and the trolley and stay connected on skype, virtually irreplaceable modern way to maintain contact with their roots.
Among the expat But there are those like me who leave to enable the person with whom they share their lives to realize their career, because if they would work in Italy both in low-paid jobs often less exciting, going abroad either certainly has a great chance to do a good job and earn much more than Italians for thirty two salaries combined. In these cases, the math makes it obvious the advantage to leave the country, love the courage to do so. Sure, people like me want to fulfill job in terra straniera, ma il primo motivo per cui siamo all'estero è, senza falsa modestia, la generosità verso il proprio amore: cosa ci faccio qui non è sempre chiaro, ma perché sono qui, si.
The economic perspective for my generation of Italians isn’t good.We grew up believing that by studying a lot and being ready to work hard, we would have rightly earned our living. Even more: we were believing that exploiting our talents and skill we would have got personal satisfaction and also make a contribution to improve, on a small or big scale, the society around us, our Belpaese. But something very big must have gone wrong: today the majority of us ends up considering what to choose between living in Italy (with a ridiculous revenue compared to the amount of work, meaning to postpone the economic independence from parents and the creation of one’s own family) and go abroad in search of a chance, becoming an expat, a new emigrant, with the trolley suitcase and always logged on skype, irreplaceable modern tool to keep virtually in touch with one’s own roots.
Among the expats there are also those like me, that leave to allow the person they share their life with to make a career, because in Italy they would both work for little money, often in poorly exciting jobs, while going abroad one of the two has for sure the great chance of a cool job with earnings much higher than the two italian salaries for 30 years old people combined.
In these cases, maths makes obvius the advantage of espatriate, love gives the courage to do so.
Certainly also those like me seek for a professional fulfillment abroad, but the primal reason we are abroad, is, without fake modesty, the unselfishness toward one’s own love: isn’t always clear what I am doing here, but why I am here, yes it is.
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