Since yesterday evening that I think, when wanting to rest his eyes too full of words, I decided to look up the Internet episode of Sunday Live that Jack was in charge of waste in Naples. I could not get past the first twenty minutes. I closed the page and I seek relief elsewhere. But I was left with the uncomfortable, I was left with a sense of discomfort stuck to the skin. It seems unfair to even call them "waste of Naples" because even we who are Sardinians, for example, we know that the waste arriving as tourists, loaded on ships, are not "waste Sardinians, but often overbearing venom produced in the rich north, convinced we can still treat as a colonizing and Somalia Eritrea or whatever.
Even this morning my eyes are filled with words and dots and commas, and I also have a few tears as I often times in stressful and too full of things. So for not thinking of my I went to read newspapers, and I still found "waste of Naples." reading excerpts of telephone calls between Barnsley and Mascazzini , handsomely paid by the state to deal with waste I came back thinking that has plagued me for so long last night.
Perhaps it would be really the case for reform of justice. Perhaps it is time to demand that things be called by its proper name. As in Italy, such a thing as "environmental disaster" is not considered so serious, because for too many years some people with the garbage has become rich, so rich enough to buy an airline, and was white as a virgin ; virgin so that they can participate in the sharing of money for the elusive bridge across the Straits, or the miracle of the Eagle, and the case then it would really change.
With a reform of the justice these people could be convicted of the crime that really is making: the massacre. People die, as in the Fourth World and after much suffering. Often die without even care, and certainly not afford to pay the luminaries of science, which is otherwise at times, are themselves caught up within the power of the underworld, always in the name of the god of money pass from hand to hand always the same as those who give and those who take it. Put them in jail and throw away the key, though not fully satisfy my sense of justice, faced with such barbarism.
It is increasingly difficult to keep clean as you thought together the pieces of our lives r-and our lives. It is difficult not to at least pause a moment to think about the rule of the eye for an eye. Return to Brescia the toxic waste and throw them with water cannons on him who sent them in Sardinia. Take the two state officials, and discard them as FOS Terzigno in landfills, where we now know, the " people have become picky." Far Bertolaso \u200b\u200bmake a nice massage by a car compactor in loincloths.
It is increasingly difficult not to succumb to the temptation, knowing what we know. But we still r-exist and keep our culture alive.
Rita Pani ( STATELESS PERSON)
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