Capita che dopo più di 21 mesi dal sisma che ha colpito la tua città, vai a sentire qualcun altro che ne parla, in un convegno, a L’Aquila. Persone importanti, giornalisti e politici. Alcuni non erano mai venuti a L’Aquila. E ne sono rimasti sconvolti.
Parlano e ti dicono quello che tu vai urlando dal primo momento. Ti dicono che l’informazione è colpevole, e tu lo sai. Ti dicono che gli aquilani dovrebbero andare a protestare davanti alla Rai, Viale Mazzini, and you have not already. They tell you the props were a business and you have already written several times. They tell you of the responsibility, direct and indirect, and you almost get bored to suffer. You feel almost guilty that after 21 months still talking about what is common ground for you.
takes to heart the situation of the city, and I really hope at least this time, because for too long now no longer believe the promises.
But I can still cry watching the screening of the documentary "Roots, L'Aquila cement" directed by Luke Cococcetta. Why, yes, even of what is said and shown, You know almost everything, but when you see your city from above, completely redesigned, even by those who knew what it was L'Aquila, your heart is bleeding and shaking.
A host of medieval villages, destroyed, all looking toward the center of the capital city was destroyed, too. Hiding to avoid being looked at by those 19 atolls, which have arisen from a volcanic eruption frightening, which erupted plates, colonnoni, plasterboard walls and, above all, profits billionaires.
All this happened with the silence / assent of all. But you no longer want to talk about responsibility.
this horrible city is now littered the place where I live and where I intend to be present to make me feel. To enjoy all the restructuring, each reopening of piazzas and alleys, because even if nobody knows, The Eagle is no more, but Aquilani.
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