I think of the recent murder of Giovanna Reggiani Tor di Quinto. Of course, like everyone says, we always feel less secure. Who will save me, the day that maybe in a grocery store parking lot, someone stop her mouth and took me away in a car?
But that is what I want to talk, but a particularly struck me in the evening news, the night of the murder, where the barracks were shown in succession (it is a euphemism of designation ...) where he lived as a group of Romanians who killed Joan also was a member. He said: "In the coming days these cabins will be torn down ...". All those precarious piles of sheet metal and cardboard, among other things, there were a few meters dall'Aniene.
A question then arises: we wanted the dead to notice the subhuman conditions in which people live, however we did get into our country? Action taken by Cofferati in Bologna against the illegal settlements, which have made so many demagogues tear their clothes (also left), were they not right? There was also the intention in this to thwart floods and other disasters announced.
What is thought to proliferate in such situations purulent and inhuman, if not the crime that one day explodes in all its brutality?
It's really a strange country, ours: we do join thousands of undocumented laborers because they are the ideal for the Mafia and for new corporals, they settle on rickety cots or the floor, huddled in shacks, we hold your nose and eyes and exploit them to the black in our shipyards, for the tomato harvest and also for much more then just one of these "serfs" completely derailed cried foul and invoke the security issue.
We must have the courage to put your finger in the wound, even in our own, look in the mirror and recognize what these wretches we are also comfortable, and how little we really interested in the condition in which they are forced to live in a state of law.
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