Yesterday I did not go to the event. There are
wanted to go.
I was in the limbo of indecision until the end. Go with the three or four representatives at my school? Going with a group of teachers who wanted to battle (or so he wanted to believe)? Go with the guys from mu? With the group on July 19? Alone?
No, I'm going to remember that day 17 years ago that I remember like it was yesterday.
Why?
Why could not tolerate the idea that commemorating Giovanni Falcone, Francesca Morvillo, Paolo Borsellino and all police officers killed in the two killings were the representatives of a state subversive.
I could not imagine what they could do or say if the two judges were still alive.
I could not hear the roar of the words day after day, a neo-fascist mafiosello piduista continues to proclaim. I could not hear the contradictions between the words of the President of the Senate, the Minister of Justice, the Interior Minister, the Minister of Education and their gestures, propose and enact laws.
The Mafia, they argue, will be finally demolished because of their work is not the real one. We know. The real mafia
them. They
that destroy the public school.
They argue that the impossibility of an Italy multicultural (but have never peeled a history book?).
They who say the crooks come from outside. They
they want to elect judges.
They argue that the futility of the parliament.
They have eliminated the possibility to choose their representatives in parliament. They
that the constitution of the republic are doing havoc.
I'd have to honor the memory of those who fought against all this with whoever is doing this? No
.
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