Reality, once again.
May. 19th, 2012 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I spent the entire morning refreshing news sites. This morning, a bomb exploded in front of a school in Brindisi, a city in Southern Italy. A young girl died, many kids were hurt, everyone is in shock. No one claimed the action yet, but it's almost definitely to blame on the local mafia network, the Sacra Corona Unita, the Sacred Crown. In a few days it'll be the 20th anniversary of the death of judge Falcone, killed by mafia, and the school bears his name, and there's no such thing as coincidence.
Now, the even scarier part is that when we turned on the tv, the computer, the radio this morning, we all felt that a new era of terror is beginning. In Italy we had what we call the Anni Di Piombo, the Lead Years. It's a long period, back when my parents were young, when terrorists of different political views, but who all shared the same goal, put bombs in train stations, art exhibitions, public squares, banks, killing hundreds of innocent persons. Everybody lived knowing that fear. In the early nineties, it was mostly the mafia, to counterattack laws againts them. I was a kid, but I still remember clearly my mom hearing of Judge Borsellino's death, and bursting into tears in the middle of the street, where my sister and I were playing. She tried to explain to us what had happened, but she couldn't stop crying.
So today that fear is back. It's a fear I inherhited from my parents, when my dad wouldn't throw away a kleenex in a garbage bin on the street, but would put it in his pocket so he could throw it away at home, because he couldn't shake the feeling that there could be a bomb inside that bin. Today everything my parents feared has come to life, once again.
Now, the even scarier part is that when we turned on the tv, the computer, the radio this morning, we all felt that a new era of terror is beginning. In Italy we had what we call the Anni Di Piombo, the Lead Years. It's a long period, back when my parents were young, when terrorists of different political views, but who all shared the same goal, put bombs in train stations, art exhibitions, public squares, banks, killing hundreds of innocent persons. Everybody lived knowing that fear. In the early nineties, it was mostly the mafia, to counterattack laws againts them. I was a kid, but I still remember clearly my mom hearing of Judge Borsellino's death, and bursting into tears in the middle of the street, where my sister and I were playing. She tried to explain to us what had happened, but she couldn't stop crying.
So today that fear is back. It's a fear I inherhited from my parents, when my dad wouldn't throw away a kleenex in a garbage bin on the street, but would put it in his pocket so he could throw it away at home, because he couldn't shake the feeling that there could be a bomb inside that bin. Today everything my parents feared has come to life, once again.
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Date: 2012-05-19 02:16 pm (UTC)Tuttavia non posso fare a meno di notare che:
1 - la mafia generalmente usa esplosivi come il tritolo, la bombola a gas mi sa di rudimentale
2 - la mafia, nel suo perverso codice morale, difficilmente colpisce i cosiddetti "innocenti". Questo obiettivo non sembra essere nelle sue corde
Detto ciò, le coincidenze sono tante. Non posso escludere la mafia da quanto accaduto, ma queste due cose mi sono subito balzate agli occhi.
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Date: 2012-05-19 02:20 pm (UTC)Certo, ora stiamo ad aspettare cosa diranno i magistrati, speriamo riescano a prendere i diretti responsabili, anche se di indiretti responsabili ce ne stanno fin troppi. =_=
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Date: 2012-05-19 02:22 pm (UTC)Riguardo ai responsabili... eh. La vecchia storia dei mandanti che non si trovano mai :(
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Date: 2012-05-19 02:27 pm (UTC)Questo è uno di quei giorni "che merda di paese in cui vivo, mi trasferisco all'estero".
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Date: 2012-05-19 02:30 pm (UTC)Per quanto ne sappiamo potrebbe anche essere stato un dinamitardo psicopatico. Io in certi momenti vorrei davvero spegnere il cervello, perchè sono partita a razzo con le ipotesi, e non riesco a smettere di ragionarci su.
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Date: 2012-05-19 03:21 pm (UTC)