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http://www.robertosaviano.it/documenti/9652

I was talking the other day with my mother in one of those long discussions after dinner, when the fatigue plus a cup di the mi permette di dar sfogo a tutto il sgomento nei confronti del paese Italia.

Parlavamo di Gomorra (uno di quei libri che leggi e non puoi fare a meno di parlarne per anni, ti senti in dovere di) e parlavamo di Roberto Saviano appunto e io dicevo, mannaggia lui è eroe alla seconda, perché è giovane (28 anni capite, tre più della sottoscritta) e gli hanno rubato la vita da sotto i piedi, la possibilità di avere affetti, amici, amori, famiglia, di alzarsi la mattina, gli hanno rubato la possibilità di pensare che, nonostante tutto questo granschifo intorno, c'è sempre qualcuno con cui condividerlo e sopportare meglio la batosta.

Questo senza nulla togliere the heroes of a certain age, mind you.

only one that says, not all is' big thing is out to get a beer at the pub, rent a movie and watch it with friends, take a walk to shops, go see a concert.

There are things in life that are most important.

But then take a boy of 28 years and Take off the carefree, normality.

Take away the freedom to have twenty-eight years, let alone with the company of her escort, these "guardian angels" who risk their lives to protect it and have a family, however, have at least one pair of eyes and to look to for explanations, comfort, courage.

All this because? If he asks, quite rightly asks why should live like this, because, after all, wrote only a book, a book about the Camorra, and said the news that one would expect to receive from a newscast or read a newspaper.

Roberto Saviano asked what he did wrong. And it's pissed.

Why does not deserve it, does not deserve a country that devotes a couple of articles every now and for the rest of the time leaves him alone with her "guardian angels" on to box and pass the days as if he were in prison.

Trying to pass it off as one who, after all, has made money and went to Cannes as well as in Italy there are those who make money by cheating the banks, killing people, grated cheese moldy and pretending to be delicious culinary delicacies.

Our country lives today as they were just incredible paradoxes and disturbing normal equation good deed = + applause prize is not worth more, even, paradoxically, is considered evidence of low cunning.

Death to the categorical imperative, the way of living that is more comfortable. So

I feel like apologizing to Roberto Saviano.

not on behalf of other people but for myself.

For every time I turn my face from another to avoid seeing.

For all the times that I did not dare to oppose me because I think that I could miss.

For my fears.

Because I'm not a hero.