I say that from April 4 of last year I left my house and there I have returned. Case
earthquake. The decoder sky lies crushed under the weight of a wall collapsed.
Mutes.
then apologizes and tells me that this will do what I said to the proper authorities.
Then, thoughtful, asking me if now, after a year, everything is fine.
tells me to love my city, has had the good fortune to visit a couple of years ago.
I was fascinated. I remember in particular a paved stairs leading down from the Cathedral to the Basilica of Collemaggio. And I
salt lump in the throat. I tell her that I lived there.
She fell silent again. Then he asked me to tell what is my city today.
And I do.
The story of the old garrison.
The story that I can not go to my house whenever I want. The story, however, the thieves go there undisturbed.
The story of the buildings left there to die.
The story that I can not go to my house whenever I want. The story, however, the thieves go there undisturbed.
The story of the buildings left there to die.
tell her that there is no money to rebuild. And there are not any help for us to survive.
tell her that from July 1, will return to pay taxes and contributions, even if we do not work.
tell her that we will pay the ICI and the mortgages on destroyed homes. It will share regular payments on loans.
Even for those who have nothing.
tell her that from July 1, will return to pay taxes and contributions, even if we do not work.
tell her that we will pay the ICI and the mortgages on destroyed homes. It will share regular payments on loans.
Even for those who have nothing.
That, in July, an earthquake with a gross salary of € 2000 will see payroll of € 734 net pay.
that not only come back to pay taxes, but will return immediately all those not paid by April 6.
that the state pays the homeless people who manage themselves well twenty-seven thousand, even that small contribution of 200 Euros per month which should help them pay rent. What
rents have tripled. Without any control.
What I pay in a village of five hundred souls, as Bertolaso \u200b\u200bpaid for an apartment in Via Giulia in Rome.
I hear heavy breathing.
that not only come back to pay taxes, but will return immediately all those not paid by April 6.
that the state pays the homeless people who manage themselves well twenty-seven thousand, even that small contribution of 200 Euros per month which should help them pay rent. What
rents have tripled. Without any control.
What I pay in a village of five hundred souls, as Bertolaso \u200b\u200bpaid for an apartment in Via Giulia in Rome.
I hear heavy breathing.
I speak of the new neighborhoods built at a price of luxury homes.
The life story of the people living there. As in hives without a soul. Without even a newspaper. Or a bar.
The story of the elderly who have been uprooted from their land. Miles and miles away.
The story of the professionals who have left. Enrollment in secondary schools in sharp decline. The story of a dying city.
The life story of the people living there. As in hives without a soul. Without even a newspaper. Or a bar.
The story of the elderly who have been uprooted from their land. Miles and miles away.
The story of the professionals who have left. Enrollment in secondary schools in sharp decline. The story of a dying city.
And she answered, her voice trembling.
"It is possible that you do not know any of this. You can not stay like this! Calls television journalists. You tell him. Call
the press. They have to write it. "
"It is possible that you do not know any of this. You can not stay like this! Calls television journalists. You tell him. Call
the press. They have to write it. "
They do not write, you do run.