The snow falls flat.
It was a long time that did not happen, I would look to head up the snowflakes fall softly on your face. Many years ago I would have to chase trying to catch the flakes with the mouth. Many years ago!
I look at the car, still, still, petrified. I even tried to turn it on and because I know already that will not start, is the chill of night have locked the wheels, either because basically I want to walk a bit 'under the snow ... get a good walk.
eight o'clock in the morning, do a quick calculation, I should be at work in half an hour, the road is long, it would mean delaying walk for sure and then ... well ... It's snowing!
I think to myself, how I've changed, how the world has changed, ways, people. I am persuaded by a warm sense of melancholy. I think of my youth, my friends. I
forty years, but she seems much more. My wife says that after the many wrinkles that surround me eyes and face make me more mature, attractive you say ... maybe, I do not give anything to even bother, I learned to appreciate over time ....
I walk.
On a wall near the station says "leader" and a swastika.
shudder, but not from the cold with indignation! I think of my grandfather, old and wise. Every Sunday my mother was going to take him home to take us to dinner, I still remember that every time we gather grandfather Franco everyone near him and began an account of the war.
He was a partisan, he told the German tanks of the traps and fascist gangs. Then, every now and then ... stopped a long pause of silence allow time for us to think. Once flashed in the mind of my grandfather's memories of a dear friend of his died in a Fascist ambush, he was moved not cry ... but it was obvious his melancholy and then his eyes were big and shiny, said nothing, looked at me, in the eye, and I knew what he wanted to tell me, what did he send me. He had suffered, suffered, killed by necessity, had gone through the dark moments of our history, had agreed to take over a big responsibility, had staked his life to liberate Italy from hatred when it was sunk.
I picked up his rifle in his youth. The anti-fascist collective
could count on a dozen young people willing and fearless. Every day we gather in the classroom C of the old factory Paluani. Of course it was busy, but our presence did not disturb anyone, and we had no intention of giving up. Leafleting, demonstrations, pickets and yes ... .. sometimes we come up against the fascists.
Yesterday I was in the shower. I thought and thought as it happens a lot in this period. I thought of the events in Genoa, Athens, Copenhagen and Rome.
What do they believe? Where are we heading? Who am I? Why?
Initially I was convinced that it was the classic student protests exploding every year more or less intense "Something like two months maximum and then it's all over! "said the my colleagues. I was not so sure, or at least I hoped it was not so.
Now I am convinced, will weaken the protest but it will never stop. The economic crisis produced a social crisis. The first to realize this and raise their heads are young people, students and temporary workers, and on them that this crisis will become more fierce.
For a moment I feel like returning back through the years, a fire still burns hot inside me, but years of work and obedience enslaved years weakened this fire which is now reduced to a flame.
Today 12marzo 2010, walking in the snow and finally arrives under the seat of my television writing.
police cars surrounding the building. I decide to enter the same in the building through a secondary exit.
Climbing the stairs in the distance I hear the voices of Charles and Fabiana, well! Not surprising since they are the conductors of the news but the problem is that at this time should not go on the air, it is too early, something must have happened.
The television studio is on, you connect with Carlo sent from Bologna. Special Edition says, Italy is in turmoil, war in the streets!
This morning during a spontaneous procession of students and unauthorized cop opened fire on the crowd, killing three activists.
In every city in the country's young people of all ages are coming down in the square. Bins on fire, burned and overturned cars, barricades, and smoke injuries.
Prime Minister has declared a police state, early warning, military reinforcements arrived in the city in revolt. The order is to shoot if necessary.
Groggy I climb the stairs and finish in the records room, the chief greets me but this time there is no time to chide me over the headphones.
am shocked ... I look at my colleagues, I am all ready for connection to the advertising ... coming to an end ... The mail has been advised ... in two seconds will be live.
I look at the clock ... one ... two ... three ... we are on the air!
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