Author: Annarosa Macri & Gianfranco Manfredi Photos of : Adriana Sapone and Franco Cufari
Publisher: Regional Council of Calabria
Pages: 96
Locri, October 16, 2005. Palazzo Nieddu, inside day, seat of the primary election, click, a knot of people, clicks, among them the most important political city, is the vice president of the Regional Council, click, go on the first floor, click, smile, click , go on your hands, shake more hands, click. What's happening? What's happening? a guy dressed in black, zoom, screens on, click, what did before his face, a mask, a balaclava? Snap, snap, go!, Click, click, pull off the jacket ... what?, A gun? Shoot, here it is. Click. Five shots fired, has centered in the heart, shoot, shoot again! Click. Francesco Fortugno falls to the ground. Dead. Click. Click. Click. The smile became a grin. Of bewilderment rather than pain. Click. It begins with a picture that is not photographic history of this story, because it's always a little mysterious and hidden the beginning of the stories, the kind of love and those of violence, all the stories that are both large and small history. And then in Locri, that evening, he arrived earlier than usual the night es'inghiottì everything, and shadows of fear, either of the photocells Res Martians who wandered bewildered to measure illuminated the scene of the crime scene and even the flashing gazelles of police guarded the corners s'appostavano roads. No photos can be the dark when it is thick and dark.
But a start, it must also have had bad business. Thus, although no pictures have it shown, we know that the mafia must have a beginning had to force, told us to Giovanni Falcone, and also said that if you have had a beginning must also have an end, 'is ugly beast, for it is not a biblical curse, nor a condemnation of the sky. It is a historical, cultural, social. It will have a term, like all things made by men, and will not happen again that good people like him as Fortugno, like so many others that the fathers would have wanted to do, professionals, judges, and why not, politicians do not think it's the fault of politicians in this country, are doomed to become martyrs. Martyrs for strength. We want to believe Giovanni Falcone.
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