should be, when you express opinions or comment on when certain events, go to check if what is said or is supposed to match true. It would be even more so, when should this is the responsibility of someone who plays institutional, and, of course, even when you are part of the information world.
So, yesterday afternoon, we went to the now infamous Round Overview Boscoreale, the people there where the disagreement occurs for weeks. The people did not call for rhetoric but for the simple fact we have found that place in the presence of all unfortunate.
Young and old, workers and intellectuals, families and individuals, curious and motivated, best-known journalists of national newspapers and a lot of freelance police officers, police, State Forestry and young quarrelsome, idle youths in truth, and nothing more . In short, there was a split in our society of the millennium, and opposed to the one involved absent the day, politics.
In fact, the politicians, the mayors in the first place, they were in a meeting, in the prefecture with the ineffable Bertolaso \u200b\u200bbut generally only those that have a conscience clean are committed, not only with words but also in deeds, in this disastrous situation.
The atmosphere yesterday afternoon, four o'clock was quite serene, full of fathers with their children, cyclists, curious media event now, girls who comment on some exotic character ol'avvenenza of some journalists, but above all he talks, we talk a lot, even with the same forces, the tones are not in truth but the anger is always conciliatory, and so we try to make them understand their reasons, they tell their stories of illness and suffering, not only inconvenience to the stench coming from the landfill, but that of a slice of reality where people die from cancer more than in any other place in Italy.
All in all, were it not for the intifada landscape that surrounds us, the climate is comfortable, from village fair. The signs of the fighting, however, are everywhere, the casings of the tear, torn insignia, helmets, broken sidewalks do not exist anymore, the asphalt is mixed with earth and stones is difficult to walk without stumbling, and then junk, so, remnants of our civilization everywhere.
Access to the village of Vesuvius was something that will live long in our memories, the column of auto-compacting burned, in rows like carcasses of mammoths slumped to the ground, leaves no some impassive, evoke images of Londonderry, Belfast in the years' 70. A place where the state was seen as a foreign element, far away, traitor, and from this point of view, in the shadow of Vesuvius, it was not very far from the same concept.
18.30, the wind changes, the north wind, 'o viento' and earth as it is called in our part brings us back to harsh reality, we understand, distracted by the rumors, why we are there. The foul stench is indescribable to those who have not experienced before, he fills us little by little, creeps among us an acrid smell of leachate, the throat begins to burn is needed a mask.
By nightfall of the smell and darkened minds, small crowds of people barricaded in front of the tight cordon of policemen and police blocking the doorway to her sari. There are some people, we have identified as graduated from the police, that interact with these, you always try to make it clear, as is the case for days, its reasons, but especially the police recommended to isolate the troublemakers, those who at midnight to cut the wires of the light and trigger the fuse of the guerrillas. One of the graduates begin to say that is not the fault of those who are there but the "jackals" and this triggers the release of the complaints we We invite all journalists not to generalize that to avoid falling into the same error they face more or less everybody in this country.
You return to the quiet, now the stench him to feel him, including his clothes, and in this we feel even closer to the people of Terzigno and Boscoreale experiencing firsthand the consequences of the so-called wet rot , which should not be in that place and, above all, suffer all there and not seen, and which allocates in the bowels of the landfill. Cala
a high humidity and the cold is felt, are already six hours that we are here; opportunistically appear first dealers food, mostly beer and chips but also a few sandwiches, some argue that short distance there is also a "panzarottaro!
lights up at least a couple of comforters and impromptu bonfire, that refreshes the most sensitive to the cold and do more group. Here is amassing some young people who entertain us with beautiful songs of the most ancient Neapolitan tradition. Walking around the plaza, symbolically represented by the olive in the middle of the roundabout, we choose to dwell in front of a fire lit by some women, in truth it is tired and I had to sit on the nearby wall, but it's also a good time to chat in front of an element that combines more than ever.
"Fannie vedè pe 'Television' chello ca sulamente bbonno Lloro"
"AJERA 'tory that have both ruled in and blows!"
"and also Femmene and sittant'anne"
"My daughter tene 'or cancer but it is well aca! "
These were some comments from older women, but there were also young mothers, girls with boyfriends, even families, by appearance and accent, slave who actively participated and showed for something that felt too right now.
The calm is shattered about ten o'clock, when there is a shift change at the checkpoint. This is where the anger s'acuisce, there is no violent act but the injuries there prevails the derision with applause and whistles to those who, for little more than € 1000 per month stands between them and safeguard their rights citizens. It is a never-ending passage of police cars, mobile phones of the police officers, off-road forestry is a continuous rail, "and that rubbish."
walk pass that will replace those colleagues who have recently left the position, a turtle, with high crowns, in defensive posture, as if something had expected that or someone hit them at any moment, but nothing except the sneer, "and that parade and fashion."
Back stasis, because the first news began to arrive from Naples, but some fear they are just rumors and free up the transition to new discharges of trash. The official announcement comes about eleven o'clock when Gigino Cascone, the spokesman of a committee of protest, decided to notify the prefecture. The Vitiello will be "frozen" indefinitely, and the host SARI only waste of 18 municipalities in the red zone, provided that you stop any kind of event. The response to even
actual result is not of the same joy and Cascone, supported by the unanimity of these, please do not leave the garrison and follow in the fight until it is permanently averted and the possibility of using the quarry as landfill Vitiello.
is the term for an indefinite period that does not convince people, burned by many false promises and a lot about-face by the policy. It is feared that the agreement between the lines may also be some catch too many. That's why we want clear and definitive answers.
mayors are expected, arriving only at the half, only three, those of Boscoreale many contexts, and to Boscotrecase readily dileguatosi Trecase, missing the guest of stone, the mayor's friend Berlusconi, the Mayor of Terzigno Auricchio, and how it could be, having such great attitudes and friendly to say the least doubt with respect to each of the landfills?
Committees reiterate, though with some differences, the struggle, while in the meantime at a quarter of the morning the battle begins, which ends this time much earlier than expected, with the usual shambles, and five arrests.
now it's late, you will go home through a ghostly landscape, autumnal mist mingles with the smoke set it to the trash, do the slalom between the barriers, made of dirt and overturned rubbish bins, to San Jose, where he earned the 268 back home.
Tomorrow is another day of struggle.
photos (other than the draft of the sources) are Ciro Teodonno, please mention the author if the use of it is
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