In a few days I'll be back in Italy, after more than 3 months. In this period so many things are happened in my life and in the world. Many things have changed in my life and in the world. In many ways the scenarios seem to be completely changed, sometimes upside down.
My home country is about to collapse. Implosion has already begun. The story of Eluana Englaro is a horrific example, of how bleak life must be in my home country. This girl is in irreversible coma since 1993. A court ruled recently and allowed that the plug is disconnected, and this sentence pushed her story in the middle of the political life struggle. Berlusconi and many other puppets in his hands are exploiting at national level this story in order to attack the democratic institutions of the country with not much veiled target of censuring the President of the Republic and in fact depriving him of his role.
Meanwhile bulldozers trying to get into action in Vicenza to start the work leading to the construction of a new American military base in Italy.
Impressive then, that is passed over in absolute silence the speech of Salvatore Borsellino, brother of the magistrate Paolo Borsellino, killed by the mafia (and who were the principals?) in 1992. This, that someone has called "the end of the Second Republic," was delivered during the "Demonstration for Justice", 28 January, in Piazza Farnese, Rome. Well, if it does not mark the end of the Second Republic, but it is probably the sentence handed down in historical progress.
These few steps of His speech:
<<Thank you everyone.
Above all, I'd like to thank all those young people that I have met here today that come from all over Italy. They are those young people that I meet when I travel around Australia to shout out my anger and try to stir up indignation that people in that I believe we all should have in seeing the abyss that our country is tumbling into.
You see, yesterday, Sonia Alfano telephoned me and said "We need to show a video containing raw images, images of the slaughter of Paul."
She asked me if she could do that. If somehow I would be shocked or hurt. No indeed. Those images do not churn me up. I would like them to be shown every day on TV, so that people realize what has been done. So that they can understand whose blood it is shameful on which this Second Republic is founded, so that they understand that it was founded on the blood of those dead people. It does not churn me up to see those images. One thing disturbs me: to see those images after seeing those two people who were laughing after earlier speaking of Dell, and of the bombs that were planted by Mangano.
They laughed, they sneered at those things. That disturbed me.
I would like those two people to be put in a cell like the one where they put the assassins in "Clockwork Orange" and that they have their eyes opened so that they are obliged to see, to see, to see, to see those slaughters in continuation. There. That's what I would like. Today I saw those slaughters and I remembered something that told me Gioacchino Genchi. He arrived at the scene of the slaughters two hours after they happened. It took me 5 hours to find out that my brother was dead because the television gave contradictory information: perhaps a judge has been injured, perhaps men guarding him were injured. It was my mother, who, five hours later, telephoned me from the hospital and said: "Your brother is dead."
However, there was a person called Contrada who knew just 80 seconds later that my brother had been killed and I would like, I ask, I shout out, I want that these facts end up in the courts of justice!
That there are trials for this complicity that has happened within the State!
Have you heard what Berlusconi and Dell'Utri talked about: that is why they want a prohibition on wiretapping, so that we can not, must not hear those things.
We must not hear those things, otherwise we will realize the nature of the political class that is governing us. We would realize who has occupied the institutions. The greatest insult against the public institutions is that those people unworthy of occupying those positions, are occupying those positions. This is the public insult against the institutions and the State.
It is the fact that a person who was called "Alpha", in a trial that could not go on because it was blocked, like all the other trials that relate to the external secret and brains behind the crimes, can occupy such a high position within our institutions ">>.
Many among those who were miraculously saved by an accident, told of having done something at the last moment, a sort of last reflex, which ultimately saved them.
I think this speech as one of the last reflexes, a sort of last leap of a country, which certainly will not prevent the crash, because that is now inevitable, but at least could be enough to save the life, to leave a hope of a recovery tomorrow: a dark Spring is upon Italy.
And also with regard to my life, I feel a kind of miraculously surviver. Because sometimes you find yourself suddenly as in the trajectory of a truck that will inevitably trample you. We can not make anything, the impact is already inevitable, before we can realize it. But the instinct impels us to find that last reflex that if it do not save the crash, at least it saves life.
I was trampled by something stronger than me. Unexpected and inevitable. But something saved me, maybe my dreams, maybe good friends, maybe the sight over the life I have done until now, maybe the sight on the life I am doing now and the new life who is growing now under my eyes.
So, I am alive. And here I am. Back again!
My home country is about to collapse. Implosion has already begun. The story of Eluana Englaro is a horrific example, of how bleak life must be in my home country. This girl is in irreversible coma since 1993. A court ruled recently and allowed that the plug is disconnected, and this sentence pushed her story in the middle of the political life struggle. Berlusconi and many other puppets in his hands are exploiting at national level this story in order to attack the democratic institutions of the country with not much veiled target of censuring the President of the Republic and in fact depriving him of his role.
Meanwhile bulldozers trying to get into action in Vicenza to start the work leading to the construction of a new American military base in Italy.
Impressive then, that is passed over in absolute silence the speech of Salvatore Borsellino, brother of the magistrate Paolo Borsellino, killed by the mafia (and who were the principals?) in 1992. This, that someone has called "the end of the Second Republic," was delivered during the "Demonstration for Justice", 28 January, in Piazza Farnese, Rome. Well, if it does not mark the end of the Second Republic, but it is probably the sentence handed down in historical progress.
These few steps of His speech:
<<Thank you everyone.
Above all, I'd like to thank all those young people that I have met here today that come from all over Italy. They are those young people that I meet when I travel around Australia to shout out my anger and try to stir up indignation that people in that I believe we all should have in seeing the abyss that our country is tumbling into.
You see, yesterday, Sonia Alfano telephoned me and said "We need to show a video containing raw images, images of the slaughter of Paul."
She asked me if she could do that. If somehow I would be shocked or hurt. No indeed. Those images do not churn me up. I would like them to be shown every day on TV, so that people realize what has been done. So that they can understand whose blood it is shameful on which this Second Republic is founded, so that they understand that it was founded on the blood of those dead people. It does not churn me up to see those images. One thing disturbs me: to see those images after seeing those two people who were laughing after earlier speaking of Dell, and of the bombs that were planted by Mangano.
They laughed, they sneered at those things. That disturbed me.
I would like those two people to be put in a cell like the one where they put the assassins in "Clockwork Orange" and that they have their eyes opened so that they are obliged to see, to see, to see, to see those slaughters in continuation. There. That's what I would like. Today I saw those slaughters and I remembered something that told me Gioacchino Genchi. He arrived at the scene of the slaughters two hours after they happened. It took me 5 hours to find out that my brother was dead because the television gave contradictory information: perhaps a judge has been injured, perhaps men guarding him were injured. It was my mother, who, five hours later, telephoned me from the hospital and said: "Your brother is dead."
However, there was a person called Contrada who knew just 80 seconds later that my brother had been killed and I would like, I ask, I shout out, I want that these facts end up in the courts of justice!
That there are trials for this complicity that has happened within the State!
Have you heard what Berlusconi and Dell'Utri talked about: that is why they want a prohibition on wiretapping, so that we can not, must not hear those things.
We must not hear those things, otherwise we will realize the nature of the political class that is governing us. We would realize who has occupied the institutions. The greatest insult against the public institutions is that those people unworthy of occupying those positions, are occupying those positions. This is the public insult against the institutions and the State.
It is the fact that a person who was called "Alpha", in a trial that could not go on because it was blocked, like all the other trials that relate to the external secret and brains behind the crimes, can occupy such a high position within our institutions ">>.
Many among those who were miraculously saved by an accident, told of having done something at the last moment, a sort of last reflex, which ultimately saved them.
I think this speech as one of the last reflexes, a sort of last leap of a country, which certainly will not prevent the crash, because that is now inevitable, but at least could be enough to save the life, to leave a hope of a recovery tomorrow: a dark Spring is upon Italy.
And also with regard to my life, I feel a kind of miraculously surviver. Because sometimes you find yourself suddenly as in the trajectory of a truck that will inevitably trample you. We can not make anything, the impact is already inevitable, before we can realize it. But the instinct impels us to find that last reflex that if it do not save the crash, at least it saves life.
I was trampled by something stronger than me. Unexpected and inevitable. But something saved me, maybe my dreams, maybe good friends, maybe the sight over the life I have done until now, maybe the sight on the life I am doing now and the new life who is growing now under my eyes.
So, I am alive. And here I am. Back again!
