From the vantage point of someone who is Italian by birth and British by citizenship - a privilege for which I was charged 10 shillings (or 0.8 euros) in 1964, extraordinarily good value - the convergence would be welcome. The British maintain a condescending affection for Italians, expressed in jokes about Italian tanks in the Second World War with one forward gear and three reverse gears. I remember Lady Thatcher introducing me at Downing Street receptions by saying, "She is Italian, you know" - as if that were sufficient explanation for any aberrant behaviour.
But there's quite a lot more to being Italian than hand-waving eccentricity. Italy has more or less caught up with Britain in per capita GNP. An Italian, Romano Prodi, is taking over as president of the European Commission while the British scramble for the Euro-job crumbs. Another Italian, Sonia Gandhi, may soon be running the world's largest democracy.
Above all, though, from the top to the heel of the boot, Italians have turned life into lifestyle - a perfect combination of work and play, man and woman, simplicity and refinement. This carefully paced dolce vita is the envy of every other nation. But they're in luck: the newest best- seller in Italy is entitled Italiani Si Diventa - you become Italian. If this is so, then there's hope for the British. Instead of adopting the Italian-style proportional voting system, with its inevitable result - a weak coalition government - Britain can copy Italy in plenty of other areas.
Take the family. There are many jokes about Italian mammas. But the fact is that the family, the foundation stone of Italian society, protects its members. Networking, for jobs and marriage prospects, is done through cousins, nephews and in-laws. People deal more cautiously with one another because they know that behind each individual stands a posse of relatives ready to avenge their honour. Families do not break up with the same ease as they do in Britain; not only is the divorce rate significantly lower in Italy, but grown children usually stay at home until they are married, and the elderly are not deported to old folks' homes but remain a key part of the family unit.
Equally important is the emphasis placed on leisure. Unlike the British, who have the shortest holidays in the EU, Italians are fierce in their defence of free time. In August, the nation comes to a standstill as holiday- makers flock to the beaches or the mountains.
Italians spend more money on holidays than anyone else. Even during a regular working day, no self-respecting Italian will do without an espresso at 11am, which breaks the office routine and allows him or her to meet a friend or just watch the passers-by. We stroll and don't run, and we savour everyday moments in a way totally alien to the British. Cooking becomes an art form rather than a utilitarian task; dressing is a ritual that aims to make an impact rather than cover up; even buying a newspaper is turned into a chance to moan about the neighbourhood going to the dogs or boast about your son's exam results.
Another Italian lesson for Britain is the small- and medium-sized family- owned company. This domestic enterprise flourishes - despite inefficient government, overbearing trade unions and heavy taxes - because the blood ties ensure honesty and caution during boom periods, as well as greater resilience during hard times.
Italians also genuinely appreciate romance. I remember, on our honeymoon, having drunk too much, drawing my husband's attention to a beautiful full moon. After peering at it intently, he announced with great satisfaction that it was a lamppost. That summarises the gulf between Italian sentiment and British pragmatism.
Italians work hard, play hard, enjoy sex instead of feeling furtive about it, and display our bodies with gusto. Maybe we Italians are sometimes naive optimists. But better that than the peevish and grouchy moods that afflict the British. If Britain could share Italy's ability to live life with zest, this country would be a much happier place.
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