In every great reportage we see an Italy that dies. He died on the territory and died that we too, in the heart and vital organs, is now affected by the crap we breathe and eat every day.
The Bay of Naples to become sversatoio of all things, the Calabrian land damaged by illegal construction and waste, whole country poisoned by trash buried in secret, on which the animals to eat with great gusto, before finishing in our stomachs, chewing their cud.
mills, factories and even factories from north to south. Under the progress of a mesothelioma. That work while pretending to ennoble the man kills him every day.
How can my executioners to be like without thinking about who will be victims?
How do they not think of the children on which, after giving birth, will transfer all the poisons that are absorbed (both in the scientific sense and metaphorically)?
How do they precede the logic of the party (whatever that is) to know that you would want for his fellow man?
How do they think only of today, the immediate economic gain, without thinking of the riches contained in the little things?
The wealth of a flower that grows, in a sea that, by reason of Freedom, becomes jail for fish and for whom, after a bath, leaving the body abraded and poisoned.
How do they govern small towns, treasures of a country founded on tourism and the beauty and do not have any foresight? A vision that would still vote and work.
What keeps them on those chairs?
And how do those chairs to make people forget these people that the only meaning inherent in good governance should be aimed at the common good, and better air, sustainable architecture and the happiness that comes from living in conditions respectable and dignified.
I do not want to be afraid every time he shot a breath of fresh air in my city.
I never want to cringe at the thought of what will be at sea every time I make a bathroom.
I can not depressed at the thought that the only purpose of a human being is an illegal construction that mars a beautiful area (which we could enjoy together) or worse, the excessive growth of bank account.
I must not think that any politician who smiles at me and shakes my hand no longer has a soul and it is only the bearer of the interests of others voted for the good and evil of a few of many.
Perhaps missing the state, but citizens together form a state.
I also say to his fellow citizens and administrators of the small town where I live:
Do not throw trash in the jewel you have in your hands. If you do not do it alone get help to those who are more experienced and willing to help you understand what kind of diamond to present to the world was treating it as a simple stone to put under a rail.
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