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Genoa
can barely write this post that are days and nights I think. I have written the mentally ten times. now here, I struggle.
struggle to find the right words, apt to say that two days of July 2001 I'll never forget them not me: I can remember almost every now what I did, where I was, with whom.
and I am one who has no memory.
to look at them now, with the years that have passed in between, I think all of them is the basis for this decline.
there was no hope, desire, energy, creativity, interest, enthusiasm, all of which lack not only now I feel around me, but in general, but overall I do not say definitely Italian.
in Genoa, in two days, we have killed the future.
we did not expect to be at war, we were on a mission of peace, but at the expense of Our knowledgeable and tenacious white hands up, we have other men wounded and killed. Alimonda Square in the streets, in Diaz, in jail Bolzaneto.
have imposed their model, the fear. and we, though many more of them, we sold, we have portraits.
me awake at night to breastfeed Diego, and I say that we are a generation of adults (and parents) who had his head and the tools to make a leap in quality for our future and who will come.
we have split. broke everything.
I wonder where she is all the people who then walked the streets with me. my classmates are still missing but a movement that makes, say, move, create knowledge from other and will prevailing.
subjects.
the rights, actions, choices, the possibilities.
subjects without dignity, without looking to the future.
too tiring to come forward and show since then.
I translated the thoughts of another possible world, in my daily life, but it is the social scene I see suffering and inert. and without that there is no possibility of development.
in the year preceding the G8 summit in Genoa made a request to the network of the network of Lilliput, which then spread, "but how will the policy to keep up? Will be a people so diverse and thinking, which admits of no uncertain terms, which does not allow mediation of value and consistency? "
the only answer I received was the one who said that, of necessity, the policy would have to move in a new direction. that we filled with our new way of seeing and doing.
replied with a doubtful "We'll see."
and unfortunately I was right.
in Genoa, in two days, we have killed the future. 
can barely write this post that are days and nights I think. I have written the mentally ten times. now here, I struggle.
struggle to find the right words, apt to say that two days of July 2001 I'll never forget them not me: I can remember almost every now what I did, where I was, with whom.
and I am one who has no memory.
to look at them now, with the years that have passed in between, I think all of them is the basis for this decline.
there was no hope, desire, energy, creativity, interest, enthusiasm, all of which lack not only now I feel around me, but in general, but overall I do not say definitely Italian.
in Genoa, in two days, we have killed the future.
we did not expect to be at war, we were on a mission of peace, but at the expense of Our knowledgeable and tenacious white hands up, we have other men wounded and killed. Alimonda Square in the streets, in Diaz, in jail Bolzaneto.
have imposed their model, the fear. and we, though many more of them, we sold, we have portraits.
me awake at night to breastfeed Diego, and I say that we are a generation of adults (and parents) who had his head and the tools to make a leap in quality for our future and who will come.
we have split. broke everything.
I wonder where she is all the people who then walked the streets with me. my classmates are still missing but a movement that makes, say, move, create knowledge from other and will prevailing.
subjects.
the rights, actions, choices, the possibilities.
subjects without dignity, without looking to the future.
too tiring to come forward and show since then.
I translated the thoughts of another possible world, in my daily life, but it is the social scene I see suffering and inert. and without that there is no possibility of development.
in the year preceding the G8 summit in Genoa made a request to the network of the network of Lilliput, which then spread, "but how will the policy to keep up? Will be a people so diverse and thinking, which admits of no uncertain terms, which does not allow mediation of value and consistency? "
the only answer I received was the one who said that, of necessity, the policy would have to move in a new direction. that we filled with our new way of seeing and doing.
replied with a doubtful "We'll see."
and unfortunately I was right.
in Genoa, in two days, we have killed the future.
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