These days I often turn to the streets of the capital's downtown Piazza di Spagna, Fontana di Trevi, Piazza Navona, the Colosseum, Campo de 'Fiori, Pantheon, Portaportese. After 55 years living in Rome can not even recognize my eternal city. There are fighters all over the world that keep you from doing everything to do with sheriffs; police patrols, police officers, financiers in quantity; army on street corners. You sit on a wall and tell you that you can not stay, you are constantly demanding the documents, look at you wrong. The other day I walked into a bar in front of the Trinità dei Monti at the time of going to the cashier I noticed that the money I would have been enough to pay for what I consumed. I was nearly brought to jail for a few euro, I have made the moral and the traffic policeman on duty told me to not see me around more. Then he came back to chase the Bengalis who were selling the fish with bubbles for children or offering roses without disturbing anyone. Then he discovers that three policemen and a fireman would have raped the woman spoken of below, others have done strange things like maybe Marrazzo fit with the trans and I meet a lot to say the least then we suspect that if you look askance at the jacket unbuttoned. But who are these maintained and who pays them to do virtually anything. I see them only to pursue poor people trying to sell a stock, kicking ass in the gypsies, who act as escorts and escort stealing really, treat the 'right'. Here we are now in a regime that vex 'weak' and honors the 'strong'.
"I had stolen two shirts all'Oviesse and I have discovered. Do not even know why I did, my life is a disaster, no money, no job and with a little girl to keep. "So begins the story of single mother who reported the gang rape in a police station. This girl has been jailed for trying to urgent fucking steal two shirts. The worth that shirt? 20 €? 30 €? and work hard in jail for stealing a person like that? It was not possible to denounce the loose? Put under house arrest? And the director of the supermarket, once recovered the stolen goods (what a great booty ...) could not withdraw his complaint? No! Relentless with the starving, with the last, strictly speaking the law while Nicola Cosentino was rejected by the council for permission to undertake the execution of the custody of the House custody for the crime of collusion with the Camorra. Camorra, not two shirts cock. You are in shelters and in Parliament except as Alberto German indicted for health in Puglia.Ci are drowned and the saved in this circle of hell that is called Italy, taking up the metaphor of Primo Levi. There are gray areas of power where anything can happen, but only for the most vulnerable as a woman without a family with a daughter to support. What to tell her daughter after the arrest and rape? Every day we commit serious crimes under our noses and their perpetrators will never be a day in prison, protected by his soldiers, lawyers, caste he belongs to, whether political, economic, criminal. We assist us indignant and then go to the cafe. Meanwhile, the submerged, the chicken thieves, the last, end up in prison, some will die in prison, someone commits suicide in shame. Others are raped. And this is justice? And this is the law? Summum ius, summa iniuria. Justice is blind, but only in one eye. For poor people see us very well.
roads, then, are full of armed men. They are among us. There are many. So many as to be invisible. I leave the house. In front of a supermarket security guard, gun, bullet proof vest. At the corner, the bank, armed man, blue beret, said first right, then left, suspicious. Accelerate the pace towards the subway. Before there is the embassy of a country far away, a truck near the gate of the army with the engine still running. A soldier has his gun in plain view, pointing down. Will be charged? And if part of a hail? (The Senate an airman marine who guarded the barrel of the machine gun pointed me instead to the heart and I had to move quickly, ed) Out of the metro. Escalators, the view of the sky that appears at the top there. Now, in the square, a police car and two police officers, coupled to each other. Four policemen and ten policemen armed to the teeth. One smokes a cigarette. A siren, flashing a car with men armed law enforcement officers on their way to a possible disorder. Shooting Straight in the alley between the shops, crossing two armed policemen talking to each other and a white policeman with a truncheon and a gun in the scabbard. Through the intersection, two more banks, two more guards on sentry duty padded weapons. In the queue at the traffic lights of a police cell, the green leaves again. It was not for me. Three gray uniforms of the Guardia di Finanza appear among customers of a store. Elsewhere, the financial police is not armed, in Italy the è.Ho path, excluding the underground section, not more than 600 meters and I saw more armed men in an action movie. I count it by heart. Three security guards, two soldiers and eight policemen, six policemen, three guards of Finance, a policeman, two policemen for a total of 24. A gun or a machine gun for every 25 meters. All in ordinary days. In those exceptional however, that alternate with more and more frequently, a week now, along with exhibitions and events, hundreds of men roam with helmets, batons and guns in the streets and squares. In those bright days of democracy, with the State deployed to protect us, the percentage of weapons is at least one per square meter. "(From the blog of Beppe Grillo)
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