Three days before he died, Silvio Berlusconi was photographed in Milano Due. They collected the image last Friday.
It was his last public photo.
Milano Due is a one-of-a-kind condominium, the first megalomaniac project of the excessive Berlusconi, the man who has died while laughing at the world and justice, an octogenarian populist embracing a woman fifty years younger, laugh- vos of Trump or Putin, we’ll see if they manage to match it.
It all started at Milano Due.
Berlusconi had conceived Milano Due in the early seventies, when the nickname of the Cavaliere barely flew over the Lombard Alps. Milano Due is a ghetto for wealthy Milanese: it is a self-sufficient housing development with private bus service, laundry, school, lake, gym, soccer field, supermarket, own currency and cable TV, the tiny Telemilanocavo, which would become the gigantic Canale Cinque (Telecinco).
Milano Due, someone who lived there tells me, is a fortress populated by ten thousand centre-right souls.
Milano Due was the refuge of the myths that shone in Berlusconi’s world. Nobody bothered Gullit and Van Basten. In the 1980s and 1990s, the stars of Milan AC walked the boulevards and bathed in the pool, where they crossed paths with the divas of Canale Cinque.
The fort of Milano Due was born on the outskirts of Milan, so the neighbor who wants to visit the Duomo has to use a private car or get on the bus and then the metro. Curiosities of life, God provides: while they were building Milano Due, they built the San Raffaele hospital, just a few steps from the condominium.
On Friday, Silvio Berlusconi allowed himself to be photographed in the condominium. He did it at the Maximilian Bistrot, the old Mediaset canteen, a few steps from the monument that someone dedicated to him. In the place where it all began, the man always prosecuted and always acquitted, the man who died while laughing at the world, ate an orange cake while the couple, deputy Marta Fascina, drank a coffee. For the last live portrait, Berlusconi posed with a child sitting on his lap, like an endearing old man grateful for life, ready to take the last journey.
A few hours later, the dear old man began to feel really bad, so they called an ambulance and in less than an hour the man was at the San Raffaele hospital, which they built about steps, God provides.
