In my head I gave birth to a little monster. For some time I try to discard it, but the sense of fatherhood is too strong and not let me. I wanted to give it a name: lowcostgeneration is called. It 'a restless soul, made of a thousand pieces and joined together form an idea. The idea of \u200b\u200ba restless generation. A generation of passage, the last of a cycle.
belonging to this cycle were the last to grow into a world where we are still playing with the marbles and the mobile phone he could be seen only in American films. When Santa Claus is not never took you what you wanted (maybe because no one had ever really believed), but was reproached you always have it all. This time they have spent in a theater of events. They have seen the collapse of the Berlin Wall and have witnessed many wars have been the last to be deployed somewhere (it was right or wrong), the last to stoned with joints instead of television. As adults, they entered the world of work with the CoCoCo and Cluck and they realized they earned and spent a little more. They fit because they had strong shoulders, made under fault because they were from a time when there were no Blockbuster, which sprouted like mushrooms and we used to call again the chips. And in the end even if all those things were shiny and inviting their throat, they can still make out the superfluous dall'indispensabile and continue to play with marbles.
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