Notes
After his divorce from Roberta Lubich (mother of his two daughters, Maria Carolina and Benedetta), he started dating and eventually moved in with Azzurra Caltagirone, daughter of the famous Roman entrepreneur and publisher Francesco Gaetano Caltagirone. Later they would have a daughter and married on 27 October 2007.
| Political offices | ||
|---|---|---|
| Preceded by Luciano Violante |
President of the Italian Chamber of Deputies 2001-2006 |
Succeeded by Fausto Bertinotti |
| Italian Chamber of Deputies | ||
| Preceded by Title jointly held |
Member of the Italian Chamber of Deputies
Legislatures: IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI |
Succeeded by Title jointly held |
| Italian Senate | ||
| Preceded by Title jointly held |
Member of the Italian Senate
Legislatures: XVII |
Incumbent |
| Party political offices | ||
| New title | Secretary of the Christian Democratic Centre 1994–2001 |
Succeeded by Marco Follini |
| Leader of the Union of Christian and Centre Democrats 2002–present |
Incumbent | |
| Preceded by José María Aznar |
Co-President of the Christian Democrat International
Serving alongside Vicente Fox |
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| Preceded by Luca Volontè |
UDC
Group Leader at the Chamber of Deputies |
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