Lo scorso fine settimana sono stata a Roma con mio figlio. Sono rimasta stupita di come ricordasse perfettamente la strada per arrivare a casa di Gustavo. “Mamma, ma non ricordi? Appena dopo il terremoto abbiamo fatto avanti a dietro per quasi un mese!”
Ho avuto un tonfo. Non l’avevo dimenticato, più semplicemente accantonato.
E così ho voluto rituffarmi in quel periodo: viaggiavamo, io e i miei figli. Dormivamo a Roma e la mattina, via! Tutti a L’Aquila. A ritrovare gli amici, a parlare con tutti, nelle tendopoli, da chi capitava, a portare pane, olio, coperte. Dopo a few days one of my sons was with me and helped me at the University. He answered the phones went crazy, talking to all students who reached us and, like me, gave information to all through a wireless connection Coppito. Only one day remained in Rome to buy underwear desperate for some friends in tent cities.
Then we bought a camper and settled in L'Aquila, with electricity supplied by my brother, outside his home.
These memories are mostly made up of sensations, feelings, what you felt. I remember feeling like predominant feeling is all the same, in solidarity. I do not remember any other period of my life in which so many people appeared to me like that. Though it was painful, it was exciting and liberating to talk to everyone. It was a driving force, which allowed us to work, and continue to resist, at least hope to do so. Today
L'Aquila is different not because it is all right again! Indeed, the problems are still here, all, some have become giants, we are accustomed to other.
The eagle has now lost that spirit, the "communion," that feeling all the same. And we're slowly sinking into divisions, in what we came away before the disaster.
I can not get that out and have a objective view. The only way that I remember is how we were just after the passage of those "thirty" seconds.
severe pain made us feel vulnerable, we rely on each other. The vacuum sucked us and we cling to any string you intravvedesse tenuous. I remember that the University embraces us and we helped. Even the meetings of the Academic Senate were marked by calm and unanimous vote!
Now there is chaos, the city still lies cold, our life goes hectic and painful, but that "communion" is no more.
Maybe that's why I live badly, because I feel more alone in a city that does not exist, but that is divided. A city that does not communicate, you arrabatta to survive. Newspapers our voices are replaced by cold press releases and silly squabbles. Attacks from all fronts, empty words, electoral environment, vulgarity.
do not know, I think if we all stepped back, tonight, to those "thirty" seconds, we could share together, even though 309 people can not do it.
From there, let's try. To be less selfish, less fatalistic.
Stronger, more gentle.
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