Have you ever gone on
strike? If you’re American, I bet you haven’t. If I had to guess, I’d say that
99% of Americans have never walked a picket line, professional athletes
notwithstanding. But in Italy, and other parts of Europe, strikes are an every
day part of life. If no one in Italy is on strike, it is indeed a very odd occurrence,
perhaps on par with the arrival of Haley’s Comet or a cruise ship lounge act
that doesn’t make you want to vomit.
Yes indeed, the Italians
know how to strike. They’ll strike if someone suggests that perhaps it isn’t
quite right for them to have 18 weeks of paid vacation, 22 weeks of sick leave
and 59 public holidays per year; they’ll strike if their quota of espresso
breaks is reduced from 11 to 9 each day; they’ll strike if the price of gelato
is increased in their workplace cafeteria. The only time they definitely won’t
strike is if they are already on break, vacation, sick leave or workman’s comp.
This morning, we rushed
off a cruise ship in Savona and onto a jam-packed public bus, hoping to catch a
connecting train to Milan. There were no available seats, only swarms of
passengers coming off of cruise ships with enormous suitcases, so we were cheek
to jowl with our neighbors. But as we tried to exit the port, we were blocked
by a large group of striking port workers, brandishing banners.
As I stood on the hot,
crowded bus wondering when or if the striking men would disperse, I couldn’t
help but notice how tolerant everyone was. There were three police officers
standing by simply shooting the breeze, completely untroubled by the fact that
these men were blocking our exit. Our bus driver refused to toot his horn or
even get close to the men to at least make them uncomfortable. The North
American passengers on board the bus hooted and hollered but the Italians were
nonplussed.
Oh, there’s another strike.
What else is new?
After 15 or 20 minutes,
the men eventually dispersed, but by the time we got to the train station, our
train was sold out and we had to wait 2 hours for the next one. We had a long
day of train travel and by the time we arrived at our destination, our
two-year-old son, James, was feverish and acting sick. We have train tickets
for Perugia tomorrow but wanted to change them to give him some time to rest
and recuperate.
The concierge at our hotel
looked into changing the tickets and reported back that he had good news and
bad news.
“The good news is that it
is technically possible to change the date of the ticket without a penalty,” he
said. “But the bad news is that the train workers are on strike, so they said
they won’t change it.”
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