Dear independence, I am writing to you - Silvia, Florence

08/14/2015 - 03:00 PM

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Silvia, Open Access Telecom Italia, tells about the importance of independence in her life: first, the transfer to the new job, and then the death of her husband.

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A creased envelope in the letterbox, on my return from a short holiday with my parents, once opened, in its turn, opened up for me a view of my Future. On 3 September 1984 I was due to present myself in Rome, at no. 142, Viale Cristoforo Colombo. That red SIP logo at the head of the letter in my nervous hands was colouring my young accountant's imagination. Going away, leaving my parents for the first time, was the real break when I understood (today, perhaps, even better) what it meant to be independent. If I had to choose one word for this sense of adventure which has been with me at all the most important moments in my life, it would be INDEPENDENCE.  both mental and economic. The independence which makes each person grow, makes them freer, instils confidence in their own resources, especially when these are acknowledged, together with intense seriousness and commitment. In this context of work well done, one of my favourite memories is of succeeding, as a novice administrative clerk, among enormous ledgers, all written out by hand, in that hot late Roman summer, in making all the "suspended payables" add up, in other words make sense of a long sequence of amounts and descriptions of accounting events which had taken place in the then TZM (temporary zone management) no. 4, which comprised Lazio, Tuscany, Liguria and Sardinia. When the time came to return to Florence, after three months spent shadowing my colleagues in the administrative services in Rome, I cried. I cried because an important period in my life was finishing. At the age of twenty I was full of the excitement of living away from home, but it was managing my time between home and work which gave me so much, seen in retrospect. This was an experience which also helped me in more recent times when life, often harsh and depressing, put me in the position of having to look after my son (then nine years old) alone, after my husband's sudden death. Once again the word INDEPENDENCE has returned to being predominant in my life, but this time also, and especially, in our life as a single-parent family. Economic and managerial independence, to grow together with my son, so that he, too, along with so many of our boys, can know the emotion of becoming independent.

Silvia Piccini, Florence

Freedom is the greatest fruit of self-sufficiency

Epicuro