diritti civili

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...