NO TO GAG! Letter from Aquila .....
..... Yesterday I phoned the clerk of a company recovery claims on behalf of Sky.
girlfriend tells me that it is the month of September 2009.
I wonder why.
I say that from April 4 of last year I left my home and I have more
not returned. Case
earthquake. The decoder sky lies crushed under the weight of a
wall collapsed.
Mutes.
then apologizes and says he will do this because I said to those of
duty.
Then, thoughtful, asking me if now, after a year, everything is fine.
tells me to love my city, has had the good fortune to visit a couple of years ago
.
I was fascinated. I remember in particular a paved stairs leading down from the Duomo to
Collemaggio's Basilica. And I
salt lump in the throat.
I tell her that I lived there.
She falls silent again. Then he asked me to tell what is my city
today.
And I do.
The story of the old garrison.
The story that I can not go to my house whenever I want. The story
which, however, the thieves go there undisturbed.
The story of the buildings left there to die. The story of the money
are not, to rebuild.
And there are not any help for us to survive.
tell her that from July 1, will return to pay taxes and contributions
, even if we do not work. The
the story that we will pay the. us and mortgages on destroyed homes. And
evenly spread the payments of loans.
Even for those who have nothing. That, in July, an earthquake with a gross salary of 2,000 €
payroll will pay € 734 net.
that not only come back to pay taxes, but will return immediately all those
not paid by April 6.
that the state is paying to homeless people, who operate on their own, well
twenty-seven thousand, even that small
contribution of 200 Euros per month which should help them pay rent. What
rents have tripled. Without any control.
What I pay in a village of five hundred souls, as Bertolaso \u200b\u200b
paid for an apartment in Via Giulia in Rome.
I hear heavy breathing.
I speak of the new neighborhoods built in
prices of luxury homes.
The life story of the people living there. As in hives
soulless. Without even a newspaper. Or a bar.
The story of the elderly who have been uprooted from their land. Far
miles.
The story of the professionals who have left. Subscription to
schools in sharp decline. The story of a dying city.
And she answered, her voice trembling.
"It is possible that you do not know any of this. You can not
stay that way. Call the television journalists. You have to tell him. Call
printing. They have to write it. "
They do not write you share
THIS PHOTO leaves no doubt ... WE ARE IN LOSS !!!!!!!!!!