July 19, 1992 was a hot Sunday. I remember clearly, that Sunday. And above all that afternoon. I was in the living room, lying on the couch watching one of my favorite movies on VHS. Mom was cooking, ironing boards open and piles of clothes to be ironed, the television on, as always, on some past summer Clips from Channel 5 or Rai. Dad was at work and my sister's room to read. I repeat: I remember well that afternoon. An indelible mark in my memory.
There was nothing I could imagine what would have exploded within a few hours. And today, the past 18 years, I believe that it is never the case. Life hits on a given day. Without warning. Without warning. Rain, sun, wind, snow, but also joy, sadness, serenity, agitation, nothing prepares to strike. Sometimes the perfect day is just a rainy day, dark and gloomy. Others, however, death comes in a beautiful sunny day. The acronym
the special edition of the newscast I awoke from my summer torpor. The cry of my mother then convinced me to change channels.
car bomb had been planted in front of the entrance gate of the palace of the mother of Judge Paolo Emanuele Borsellino. With him also died five bodyguards: Emanuela Loi (first female State Police drop in service), Agostino Catalano, Vincenzo Li Muli, Walter Cosina and Eddie Claudio Traina. The only survivor was Anthony Vullo, injured when a parked vehicle in the Commons. A hand base had broken their lives. Cosa Nostra had done it to him to pay.
I remember a feeling of despair and sadness caught me.
Paolo Borsellino was one of those figures that had always fascinated me. A little bit because my "masters" have never been "easy people" and a little bit because I wanted to have his courage. I could say many things on the 'man of state "but would be unnecessary and perhaps too much rhetoric.
I would have liked to have known the man to be able to speak. No, I fall into the error of talking about him. I just want to remember. I just want to remember a man, his faithful woman, friend, accomplice and totally taken by her man to always support him, his children, proud and fierce, and all the people who loved him. We have the responsibility not to let his work, that of the anti-mafia pool, fall into oblivion. We no longer keep our heads in the sand. Take responsibility, to fight for our ideas and dreams always.
The moral legacy we leave is focused here:
"I accept ... I have always accepted the ... more than the risk, ... condition, what are the consequences of the work I do, the place where I do and I would say, even as I do. I accept it because I chose, at some point in my life, to do so and I would say that I knew from the beginning that I had to run these risks.
Il. .. the feeling of being a survivor and to be in, as is the view, ... in extreme danger, it is a feeling that separates you from the fact that I still believe deeply in the work I do, I know that you need to do it, I know it must do so many others are with me.
And I know we all have a moral duty to continue to do without being influenced ... the feeling that, or even, I would say, by the certainty that all this can be costly. "
Paolo Borsellino (Palermo, January 19, 1940 - Palermo, July 19, 1992)
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