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[ ITALY’S CULTURAL UNDERGROUND ]

 

Adam Bregman

 

Though it may be hard to imagine in America, in Italy, communists, anarchists, ravers, punks, hackers and artists have seized vast, abandoned factories, forts, boarded-up schools and churches and transformed them into cinemas, concert halls, bars, squats and art galleries. Far from being scabies-infested scum pits with gutter punks spray-painting the names of their favourite bands on the walls, Italy’s social centres are among the country’s most vital cultural institutions.

Some are draped with spectacular works of art, while others provide shelter and services for new immigrants. For many young people, especially in small and medium-sized towns, social centres provide an ideal hangout, which is the only alternative to expensive, sleazy discos.

The movement began in 1975 when some radical communists snuck into a dilapidated building in a poor neighbourhood of Milan, cleaned the place up and issued a manifesto stating what they hoped to accomplish. The neighbourhood lacked a preschool, kindergarten, library, vocational school, medical clinic and spaces for organizing meetings and concerts. They invited city officials and the local population to their social centre, called Leoncavallo, where they eventually opened a carpentry workshop, a sewing school, a theatre and other facilities. Leoncavallo, Italy’s first and most famous social centre, has been shut down and forced to move locations several times. Today it is a giant structure covered with magnificent graffiti, containing a concert room, a disco, a skateboard ramp, a documentation centre to help immigrants and several bars. The folks who run it are into hip-hop (which is still yet to hit it big in Italy) and Public Enemy chose to play there recently rather than a traditional concert venue.

During the ’80s, the social centre movement was spurred by punk rock and in the ’90s the rave scene was a prominent influence. Currently, Italy has approximately 150 social centres, but there is a basic philosophy that governs almost all of them.

“Social centres are supposed to be open to any form of expression,” says Andrea Borgioli, a university student with dyed black hair and shaved eyebrows who digs Marilyn Manson and Korn and can’t find anyone who will rent him an apartment in Bologna because of how he looks. “Like if I wanted to do an exhibition somewhere else, I would need lots of money, but I could go to a social centre and they would let me do it for free and anyone can go there and do whatever kind of art they want.”

Unlike anything else in Italy, social centres are also supposed to be open all the time to provide a refuge for anyone who needs a place to sleep or just somewhere to go, though often they are closed for security reasons or because no one is around. Distinct from practically any other place one would go to have fun, social centres are non-profit, anti-capitalist entities. The social centre movement was mostly given form by communists. (Communists in Italy range from your typical jargon-spouting Marxist-Leninists to what most of the world would more accurately call socialists, and from a major political party that still uses the hammer and sickle as its symbol—but more closely resembles the United States’ Democratic Party—to young, radical communists who occupy buildings and create social centres.) Their anti-capitalist tradition means that most social centres use any profits from events to pay their minimal expenses or to help their comrades who have been arrested. At most social centres, entry to a concert or rave is $3, beer or drinks, maybe $1 and food, probably free. But more recently, a number of social centres, like Link in Bologna, have strayed from these basic ideals.

“Link is not an occupied place,” says Lorenzo Costa, a literature student who lives in the hilly countryside just outside of Siena. “They managed to have Link given to them by the mayor. Artistically, it’s quite interesting. In all Europe it is known and as far as music and video, it’s done very well. But even though they try to remain in contact with the movement, everyone knows it is not a social centre.” The often ill-spoken-of Link charges a whopping $8 for concerts and raves.

Social centres are free autonomous zones where the government and police have no jurisdiction and where folks should feel free to indulge in whatever they like, a stark contrast to the hundreds of ridiculous laws that apply to any sort of entertainment-related business in America.

“Inside you can use drugs, but not sell them,” says Borgioli, “which is not because of problems with the police or for the safety of the social centre, but for social, idealistic reasons, because they don’t want someone to get rich selling drugs to everyone and exploiting people. At the same time, they want people to be free to do what they want.” This freedom means that at many of the smaller social centres, almost any band can set up its own gigs. Also, travellers can usually find a free place to crash.

Though sometimes tolerated, social centres are, of course, illegal in Italy and so they are often scattered on the edges of town. In my travels, I spent numerous hours unsuccessfully trying to locate social centres by foot and by car. One evening in Florence, I spent many hours circling around Parco delle Cascine, a huge, scary park populated mostly by Brazilian transvestite hookers. I was searching for L’Indiano, a social centre that is the hub of the local techno/house music scene, but was not able to find it. In Genoa, I walked across half the length of the city, through dark, narrow, snakelike streets which live up to their seedy reputation, only to find that my destination, the social centre Zapata, was on top of a mountain and unreachable. On a particularly bad night in Turin, I walked miles to Prinz Eugen (a social centre known for publishing some excellent books), where they turned off the light and pretended they weren’t there when I knocked. So I decided to walk to the other side of town to Asilo Occupato, where I was greeted by a mustachioed French guy in a turtleneck and two dopey-looking Mohawked guys (one immediately antagonistic), who told me they didn’t, as a policy, speak with journalists. I tried to explain that I was down with their cause, whatever that might be. But the mustachioed fellow told me I could try and come back the next day and there might be someone who lived there who would talk to me, but probably not, and that in general, Turin’s squatters would not speak with journalists.

This proved not to be true. In fact, these were the only unfriendly social centre folks I met. The next day I hopped on a tram which dropped me off way in the south of the city at the doorstep of Turin’s renowned anarchist social centre, El Paso, which is housed in an 18th century villa and has been around for 12 years. A little nervous about knocking on the door, I hung out by the back door next to a 20-foot-tall metal monster made from mufflers and scooter parts. Soon, a girl emerged from the door and invited me inside and a fellow who spoke a little English and had lived there for 12 years gave me a tour. The interior was magnificent. There was a handmade metal fireplace, a concert hall where a bunch of big-name touring acts had played (including their friends Mano Negra, who had drawn a crowd of thousands), a loft with a pool table and an infoshop packed with anarchist propaganda, records, videos and porn magazines. Outside, there was a garden with a homemade swing and a front yard piled with salvaged metal, old signs and 50 giant wooden doors. But what really blew me away was the bathroom next to the bar, which was a folk art masterpiece. It had gorgeous iron lamps made from pipes, a stone sink, and a homemade piss trough and it was completely decorated in colourful, intricate, Gaudi-like tiling.

I also visited a couple of small-town social centres. While Milan has approximately 19 active social centres and Rome about 27, you can also find social centres across the whole of Italy in towns such as Verona, Bergamo, Arezzo, Alessandria, Ravenna and Asti. I found one that was recently occupied in Lucca, an attractive Tuscan town situated behind towering medieval walls. Just outside of the walls, is Ex-Safill, which is currently housed in an old aluminium factory and is run by a group of young radicals who have been kicked out of three other locations in several months. Their main activities include conferences on a lot of the usual social centre topics (Chiapas, Kurdistan, the Palestinians, the WTO protests in Seattle and of course, Mumia Abu-Jamal) and large-scale dub, breakbeat, funk and house concerts, which have drawn up to 500 people.

Lorenzo Costa spent most of his college years deeply involved with the social centre movement in Bologna. Somewhat of an expert on the subject, Costa explained to me how difficult it is for many social centres to survive.

 

 

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