That morning I got to high school like many other mornings,
beautiful was that since the dawn May you rejoice with
fresh air and spring as it prepares to leave the pitch
summer .. .
was the last year of high school, the days passed and the committee
maturity 'was coming more and more'.
We knew that our youth stava per
finire e stava iniziando quel periodo di sospensione fra di
essa e l'eta' adulta : l'universita' e la sua freddezza.
Non piu' una classe che si ritrovava tutte le mattine e
le storie di ognuno che diventavano di tutti.
Gli anni piu' belli e spensierati della vita erano agli sgoccioli.
Quante cose ero riuscito a fare....
Lo studio, il mezzofondo a buon livello, la batteria ed
i concerti dei piu' bei complessi pop di quei tempi,
e beh, c'era scappata pure qualche storia con ragazze.
Si, c'era anche la politica con le sue passioni ed i suoi
eccessi; a quell'eta' era sintomatico arrivare alle passioni
estreme ed agli scontri.
Poi pero' opponents came back to be friends, when it was snack
recreation.
And then, among many, was she, Georgiana, who is also our age '
but much more' mature us.
A model school, good marks, and a balance that we dreamed
the rest of us with a head full of fantasies and projects.
His commitment, feminism convinced.
A militant commitment, the belief of non-violence.
You, a lean and slender figure, who bore the bust as
was fragile, with blacks that hair a bit 'ruffled,
stopped by a band every now and then, the inevitable winter
Peruvian poncho, otherwise the large shirts
to cover that its esile corpo.
Ma dentro era una roccia, granitica nelle sue convinzioni.
Fu grazie a lei che scoprii i Radicali, anche se non era del
tutto convinta di quel partito.... lei era di sinistra,
ma l'impegno civile per le donne da lei ricercato si
coniugava bene con quell'allora folckloristico partito.
Fu grazie a lei che presi coscienza che i diritti civili e
politici erano importantissimi e si potevano esprimere
anche con una pacata fermezza.
Lei che era nella classe accanto alla mia, la V A del
Pasteur dove c'era pure la Federica che ora e' giornalista
del TG3.
Per anni che la vedevamo tutti i giorni sempre uguale,
una presenza certa quanto discreta; mai un gesto striking
or a scream.
"But what's your name on the register there 'Georgiana wrote ..."
"Georgina" and will have 'repeated who knows' how many times. Sometimes
not holding talks with his one-way
especially in assemblies, but she does not move:
- In other news, what a drag from ...-
"You see that and 'more' easy to get them 'that in your head ....".
-...' Mazza move down there 'co' the scannatoio but with a scalpel Giorgi'....!! - Never
uncertainty, never a hesitation, always safe.
- I saw you with a guy ... -
"We're together ...."
- Come on ... who would said ... I thought that our enemies see us as
all boys ...!! -
"But it ', stupid ...".
That morning she had to be at school.
The day before there had been an unauthorized demonstration in Rome organized by the police
radical
in remembrance of the victory of the '74 referendum on divorce, three years earlier.
should have been celebrating, singing, dancing and just ...
I did not go .... training would take priority over these things. Many
instead we went the same 'cause they thought
dance, sing and celebrate not hurt anyone. We went
'she too with its load of enthusiasm and commitment of non-violent political
e di gioventu'.
Quelli pero' erano anni che raramente lasciavano spazio alla
moderazione ed all'impegno pacifico.
Ci furono gravi scontri scientificamente programmati sia da parte
delle forze dell'ordine che da manifestanti di estrema sinistra.
E ci ando' di mezzo pure chi voleva solo festeggiare.
Era la sera del 12 maggio '77 quando spararono a Giorgiana mentre
cercava di andare verso Trastevere, dall'altra parte di ponte Garibaldi,
lontano da quegli scontri.
Un colpo alla schiena mentre stava per mano del suo Gianfranco.
Un buco nella schiena di quel corpo cosi' esile.
Un buco cosi' grande che le piego' le gambe e scivolo' per terra
con ancora la mano in quella Gianfranco.
front of the gate, waiting to enter, the news coming '
as a blow to the stomach and a cold chill through me' bones.
"Who Giorgina .... ... but it is not 'possible, but never did
nothing wrong!"
Everything I imagined it would happen, but not to her.
Not her.
you do not.
's strange, but at that moment and you realize that you' like a broken spell
: When and 'young people do not think it to death' your
it 'from your classmates. The carefree
breaks ', with the conviction that could end at any time
everything' that Bell had lived until then
.
A close knowledge of the violent death, moreover, not knowing the name of
who shot her, mostly.
The various investigations that have occurred have not identified any culprit.
In those days the then Home Secretary, responding to parliamentary questions
said that the police had not fired any shot
firearms, nor 'nor had done in civilian clothes.
But then, photos and videos, showed another version where you could find
among other things, the presence of agents disguised as protesters armed with guns and
out of order.
Georgiana was hit by a bullet that does not belong to those provided by law enforcement agencies
using the Beretta 9mm, but a caliber of weapon "war."
http://www.lestintorecheamleto.net/masi.htm
The "crystal" Minister, later President of the Republic divennne, blame 'an imaginary person very close to Georgiana, of which he knows the name but it does not show up for the family grieve.
grieve what, who?!
Georgiana's parents died a few years later, and I'm sure the pain;
were a family as fairly good, although I knew them superficially, the pope
'barber seems to me.
would be enough to understand who 'him: who has a story of crime
must immediately inform the court, if only out of respect for that family
destroyed. After
Giorgina, over the summer ', a' other partner, Sergio, se ne ando' in pochissimi giorni,
per un male incurabile.
Tanti anni son passati, ogni volta che capito su ponte Garibaldi mi fermo
a guardare la lapide in suo ricordo e mi si inumidiscono gli occhi
come adesso che scrivo, mi viene un groppo in gola e mi ricompare il suo volto, pallido, diafano, con quell'aria un po' imbronciata, il nasino appuntito e
i dentini da coniglietto, un tantino sporgenti.
Quel broncio che non vuole andarsene dal suo viso per colpa di quel maledetto
vigliacco che e' vissuto alla sua morte, ma spero tra stenti e malattie.
Da ieri pero' quel ministro, responsabile morale di tutto cio', non e' piu' di questa Terra.
Ci fosse stata giustizia per Giorgina non I would come out of these things ......
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