They flew very high. Now, like Icarus, one after another, out of arrogance, complacency, hubris, ineptitude, for not listening to the advice of the wise men, their precarious wings melted and they crashed against the sea that is swallowing them. The last one, Boris Johnson, a great lover of classical culture, whose high knowledge he used so little, giving instead to low populist instincts. Before he fell Donald Trump, brother symbol of the enormous national-populist shock of 2016 —Brexit, conquest of the White House at that time— with its epicenter in the great Anglo-Saxon nations. The former US president now faces the embarrassing reconstruction, in a parliamentary committee, of his attitude in the sad episode of the assault on the Capitol after his defeat in the 2020 presidential elections.
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