ius scholae

After months of postponements, delays and attempts at obstructionism, the ius scholae arrives in the courtroom.The discussion in the Chamber on the reform text of the law begins today law 91/92, which regulates the acquisition of Italian citizenship.It provides that a minor born in Italy to foreign parents can apply to become an Italian citizen as long as he or she has attended school for 5 years one or more school cycles at institutions belonging to the national education system. The possibility is also extended to minors who were not born in Italy but who entered the country by the age of 12.Citizenship can be acquired with a declaration of will before reaching the age of majority.One of the parents must request it.The text was closed yesterday evening, with the introduction of some new features:in particular, if the five-year school cycle is that of elementary school, not only attendance is required but also successful completion, therefore promotion.Furthermore, professional traini...

Of Fioralba Duma And Paula Baudet Vivanco The law on Italian citizenship has turned thirty, but those who suffer it have nothing to celebrate.They are indeed over a million children, adolescents and adults to remain foreigners in their country, hanging by the thread of their residence permit, precisely because of that law which was already old.All sons and daughters of immigrants but also children of the history of Italy in recent decades, who have grown up amidst its transformations and contradictions, and who struggle to enjoy full rights due to regulations that prove inadequate to the times. What is antiquated first of all are the principles on which the law on citizenship was already based in 1992 because the legislators of the time had dedicated themselves more than anything else to celebrating the Italian descendants rooted thousands of kilometers away, proving incapable of fully recognizing themselves even in those who already was taking his first steps or would have arrived in...

I found myself in Italy almost unconsciously.It's as if I've always lived there:like those born there, I have never had a choice to make.I had not yet turned two when I was catapulted to the outskirts of Naples, to escape the economic and social devastation of post-Soviet Ukraine. I grew up hearing myself called Andrew, in kindergarten as well as by my parents.When my mother explained to me the reason for thatAndriy I struggled to understand the paperwork I rummaged around the house.I thought they were referring to my father, my namesake (common practice in Eastern European countries), but then I read my date of birth. When I arrived it was 1999.In the same year, the Ukrainian striker Andriy Shevchenko also landed in Italy, with whom most Italians would end up associating my country, and therefore me too, at least until the political upheavals of the last decade.While I was growing up he became a star of Silvio Berlusconi's Milan, and I slowly became convinced that even Andriy I...