just emerged from a day of anger, helplessness, sadness, I want to think about something concrete.
On 14 February last year, 300 people in front of the barriers that separate them from the city, they felt a magnetic force which did not oppose and returned to town.
Today that share I miss, I do not know where to look.
While this morning I was wandering alone among the snowy streets of the abandoned town, I realized that I can trovarlo lì quello spirito. Che non è solo indignazione, sgomento, mancanza o se vogliamo pazzia, è ancora una volta magnetismo, un’attrazione che tutti proviamo e dobbiamo condividere.
Sarà lunga, ora lo sappiamo. La ricostruzione materiale, economica, sociale, in altre parole, la nostra città non la vedremo dall’oggi al domani. Assieme alle giuste manifestazioni tese ad accendere l’attenzione sulla nostra città abbandonata, a richiedere i nostri diritti, a denunciare le mancanze (a tutti i livelli), noi cittadini abbiamo bisogno di sentirci tali. Di far sentire, a quella piccola parte riaperta, che non ci accontentiamo di girare attorno a case puntellate, giardini incolti, immondizia of any kind, waiting for something. A spell that will not wait to review all the other lanes.
And then, as we have time to organize, rivediamoci, ALL, Sunday, Feb. 13, to San Bernardino. It will take brooms, gloves, rakes it to become better and we can arrange something. The niche, non-shored, are dirty, full of various writings. Is there anyone who tells us that "paint" we used to cover them? And how do you remove the inscriptions from the stones? Then some architect could show us the colors for belittling beautiful and new. On either side of the stairs, we could write a system to small gardens.
collect money for everything and, finally, in March to organize a reunion with good music, food, speeches, requests and projects.
TOSTI!
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