hours, at 3:45
I had already left home.
I had already pulled out of the machines.
There was not any traffic.
thought the neighborhood around s.pietro, the most feared.
excited, but the first call, the most feared, had gone. It then climbed to the
vicolaccio, I climbed up again towards the villa. Meanwhile
before the total collapse anas had already given the size of the tragedy.
curve, a wing detached and From there the hell, right to left, everywhere.
remember all the faces, those who begged and cried, who fled and who went crazy.
viewers, who waited, who arrived, the caller, who was missing.
One by one, down from the Villa. One by one.
remember every second, then on for several hours.
Until you came from outside the state. With its people.
then comes the media circus. With its format. Until I arrived in the city
characters in search of a cachet.
The city was no longer the province, was already performing.
And his people, their suffering, their fears, their own forces, with their courage, did not become a great setting.
A couple of days, just a couple of days, and to betray their city and their deaths were already lined up dozens of them.
Faced with this reality, respect for the community has imposed restraint, in a year of pain and responsibility.
today mourn our dead. We mourn again our city.
Respect for the community, for whom there is no more, respect for our history, and the duty to build a living, require time to close the show and its actors squalid.
hours, at 4:24
I asked the officer, when, how, where.
hours, 4:26 am
too many people, had not yet understood, they had yet known.
hours.
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