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in Italy has happened something very "strange"
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per Elle
Correu-e: i ARROBA inwind.it (no verificat!) |
14 gen 2006
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in Italy has happened something veri "strange"
One Boy Federico Aldrovandi ( 18 ) died after having "meet" the Police |
write the history of that it has happened to Federico, my son. I will not write all of he, one cannot be told life, even if of single 18 years as soon as completed. September is died the 25, the day of been born them has been three months... I have always thought that to survive to a son it was an indefensible pain. Hour I become account that in truth is not survived. I do not say it in figured sense. It is just therefore. A part of me does not have more breath. It does not have more light, future... Because the breath, the light and the future have been removed he. 24 saturdays september have been a serene day, allegro... After the school the lunch entirety, to chiacchiere, risate. It was still summer, made warmth. It has carried to spasso its friend dog. It often did not make it, but that day it has gone with music in cap. All in that day it had a special atmosphere
Thinking hour to us it is like if it had intentional healthy all we. The joy has had smiles for all... was he. It has met the company, has made its lavoretto of delivery peak. The program of the evening previewed a concert to Bologna. Before leaving it is passed from house in order to change to the shoes, routes playing to football... It has been the last time that I have seen it alive. It has greeted all, comprised the brother that slept already, asking me because Stefano had not answered to its salute. Also one its friend has confirmed to me that that evening was serene, than it has greeted sorridente with the usual slap on the shoulder and the appointment to the day after... Never the day has not existed after. To the Link the concert had been cancelled. Therefore the evening is passed lì within. The companions have said that they were with he, cannot define them friends, and the analyses have confirmed it. One of the boys has sold it one substance, one tablet or similar. They define sballo of the saturday the evening. It is mistaken. But it is not died of this... Federico knew it well. It had been partecipe of a scholastic plan of search and information promoted from the province. I know that its was an acquaintance deepened with searches on the situated ones of the asl, knew the substances and the effects. And it was to its way a igienista. It had great cure of its body, of that it ate. It was one sport. One full splendid boy of health. And of plans: he thought next to music, to its future, the study served to construct the future. In the immediate one there were the simple things: the patent after little days, the karate ones, a band musical to organize with the friends, and the life every day trying to be well... Passed the evening the group it had re-entered to Ferrara, it returns you to the encounter point where more they had left blots some to them or the small engines. Federico was on foot. He had left from house in machine with Michy, than he had then not gone to Bologna. They were by now the five of the mattino. The boys have told that they have offered a passage to it but Federico did not have wants to re-enter endured. He would be returned on foot. He was close to house... From its cellular one one looks at that he has called various other friends. Especially its better friends, a pair of times everyone. Perhaps for chiedergli if they were still outside... he seems that nobody has answered to it. The boys who I know have said me that they had already extinguished the cellular one in order to sleep. And then I do not know what has happened exactly. To that hour they are waked up to me, perhaps not of all, asking to me if Federico had re-entered. I had an invincible fatigue I did not succeed to move to me. Then I have felt a noise in its room and was sure that he was lì... They are risvegliata to me that they were nearly the eight. I have begun to call it and to send messages. Null... It was not possible that he did not answer. If he delayed he always informed me. It said that the stressavo but it did not want makes me to be in thought. I grabbed hold of to the idea that had only lost the cellular one... Then its father has called it also. On cellular of Federico the father memorizzato with the single name, Linen. A voice has answered. Who has urgently asked was to the telephone, and has asked to describe Federico. Then he has characterized himself like police officer, and to our questions he has answered that they had found the cellular one on a park bench from the parts of the race course and that they were making assessments. And he has reattached. Immediately I have tried in Police headquarters, and I have tried also repeatedly a friend who works to us. Null. The telephoniste answered: there is the change of turn... are not informed..., as soon as we will have news we will call... Nothing for others three hours!!!! Passages in the anguish and the phrenetic telephone calls to the hospitals, its friends and of new repeatedly to the police headquarters. In the Stefano meantime it is accorso in bicycle to the search of the brother. Ringrazio the sky that has not gone in the just place. The police has come to only inform to us towards the 11, after that they had carried it via. Its body is remained on the road from the 6 to the 11. And they have not called to me. He was my son. Nobody has the right to hold one far mother from its son! And they have said to me that they have made it for me... because it was better than you did not see. In that moment I have believed to it. The police has said that an inhabitant of the zone had called because it felt of howl. They said also that it had been hurt blinking alone the head against the walls. This has been revealed false. Refuted from the verifications. Federico was disfigured from the blows. Much later I have come to its dresses. It carried T-shirt, one plush with the pointed hood and the jacket jens. They are completely imbevuti of blood. They have said that it did not want is made to take. That it has fought and it is salted also in feet on the machine of the police. The doctors have reported that she had the scroto crushed, one hurt tear-contusa to the head and numerous signs of blows in all the body. I have been able to only see that one on the ace, from the left temple to the black eye and down until the face, and signs of the throttles to the wrists. I have seen in the coffin. Its body did not seem aligned and symmetrical more. My child was perfect, and wonderful. They have destroyed... And the police told to me that she was drugged. That it had made oneself badly alone. That all this had happened because was a poor toxic and ill-fated we... They want to kill two times. The analyses have confirmed that those that had taken was insignificant. Not sure cause of died neither of aggressive behaviors. If not the contrary. Those that task is that Federico was in fear in that moment. It was collapsing the world I lean. The shame of being stopped from the police, the removed patent because it had taken one tablet. And it had forgotten the identity card. That morning in environs said that an Albanian was died. Nobody was taken care more than a lot... Sure it has tried to scappare. It is not made to take. Approval com' was reduced is understood as they have stopped it. When they have it immobilized, handcuffed to belly in more it has down not had the force than to breathe. Goodness knows when if of they are shrewed? The ambulance has been called when by now not there was more nothing to make. And not even then they have carried it to the hospital in order to try an extreme participation. They have left lì on the road. Five hours. Then they have carried it to the obitorio. And only then they have come to inform to us. Why? If it were true that it gave alone in escandescenze because has not been called endured the ambulance? Why to land it in way much violent one and cruento? It was alone. Not there was nobody. It was disarmed. It was not a threat for nobody. Why to wait for so much before informing the family? Clearly. In order not to make us to see it... If we had seen therefore what to it would have happened? Which resonance would have had? On the newspaper of the day after an article that declared that it was died for a drawn malore... from the mattinale of the police headquarters. The day after on the other city head "disfigured Federico". Immediate controdeduzioni of the Head Power of attorney: "it is not died for the blows"... this has been the first admission of how much happening. Still they have today not been officially deposits the outcomes to you of the medical examinations. Some details are emerged only that I have cited before. Those that does not give peace to me is the thought of the terror and the pain that Federico in its last minuteren of life has lived. It has not never made badly nobody. He believed in the friendship that he gave to full hands. He was a simple boy like many. As all the boys of that age believed themselves large but within it he was not still. The possibilities of a life had all, and a large one wants to live it... |
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Re: in Italy has happened something very "strange"
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per X |
14 gen 2006
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absurd !
Italia = FASCISMO |
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per Italia=fascismo |
14 gen 2006
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Then I have felt a noise in its room and was sure that he was lì... I wake up to the Police nearly the eight. I have begun to call it and to send messages. nothing....It was not possible that he did not answer. If he delayed he always informed me. . I grabbed hold of to the idea that had only lost the cellular one... Then its father has called it also. On cellular of Federico the father memorizzato with the single name, lino A voice has answered. Who has urgently asked was to the telephone, and has asked to describe Federico. Then he has characterized himself like police officer, and to our questions he has answered that they had found the cellular one on a park bench from the parts of the race course and that they were making assessments. And he has reattached. Immediately I have tried in Police headquarters, and I have tried also repeatedly a friend who works to us. nothing !The telephoniste answered: there is the change of turn... are not informed..., as soon as we will have news we will call... Nothing for others three hours!!!! Passages in the anguish and the phrenetic telephone calls to the hospitals, its friends and of new repeatedly to the police headquarters. In the Stefano meantime it is accorso in bicycle to the search of the brother. . The police has come to only inform to us towards the 11, after that they had carried it via. Its body is remained on the road from the 6 to the 11. And they have not called to me. He was my son. Nobody has the right to hold one far mother from its son! And they have said to me that they have made it for me... because it was better than you did not see. In that moment I have believed to it. The police has said that an inhabitant of the zone had called because it felt of howl. They said also that it had been hurt blinking alone the head against the walls. This has been revealed false. Refuted from the verifications. Federico was disfigured from the blows. Much later I have come to its dresses. It carried T-shirt, one plush with the pointed hood and the jacket jens. They are completely imbevuti of blood. They have said that it did not want is made to take. That it has fought and it is salted also in feet on the machine of the police. The doctors have reported that she had the scroto crushed, one hurt tear-contusa to the head and numerous signs of blows in all the body. I have been able to only see that one on the ace, from the left temple to the black eye and down until the face, and signs of the throttles to the wrists. I have seen in the coffin. Its body did not seem aligned and symmetrical more. My child was perfect, and wonderful. They have destroyed... And the police told to me that she was drugged. That it had made oneself badly alone. That all this had happened because was a poor toxic and ill-fated we... They want to kill two times. The analyses have confirmed that those that had taken was insignificant. Not sure cause of died neither of aggressive behaviors. If not the contrary. Those that task is that Federico was in fear in that moment. It was collapsing the world I lean. The shame of being stopped from the police, the removed patent because it had taken one tablet. And it had forgotten the identity card. That morning in environs said that an Albanian was died. Nobody was taken care more than a lot... Sure it has tried to scappare. It is not made to take. Approval com' was reduced is understood as they have stopped it. When they have it immobilized, handcuffed to belly in more it has down not had the force than to breathe. Goodness knows when if of they are shrewed? The ambulance has been called when by now not there was more nothing to make. And not even then they have carried it to the hospital in order to try an extreme participation. They have left lì on the road. Five hours. Then they have carried it to the obitorio. And only then they have come to inform to us. Why? If it were true that it gave alone in violence because has not been called endured the ambulance? Why to land it in way much violent one and cruento? It was alone. Not there was nobody. It was disarmed. It was not a threat for nobody. Why to wait for so much before informing the family? Clearly. In order not to make us to see it... If we had seen therefore what to it would have happened? Which resonance would have had? On the newspaper of the day after an article that declared that it was died for a drawn malore... from the mattinale of the police headquarters. The day after on the other city head "disfigured Federico". Immediate controdeduzioni of the Head Power of attorney: "it is not died for the blows"... this has been the first admission of how much happening. Still they have today not been officially deposits the outcomes to you of the medical examinations. Some details are emerged only that I have cited before. Those that does not give peace to me is the thought of the terror and the pain that Federico in its last minuteren of life has lived. It has not never made badly nobody. He believed in the friendship that he gave to full hands. He was a simple boy like many. As all the boys of that age believed themselves large but within it he was not still. The possibilities of a life had all, and a large one wants to live it... |
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per curioso |
14 gen 2006
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a mí me parece muy bien que alguien haya colgado esta noticia en inglés, pero... nótese que cuando se cuelga un texto en castellano, se lo apedrea con comentarios del tipo "en castellano solo no, en catalá!", y sin embargo, cuando cae un texto en inglés, por ejemplo, nadie dice nada...
ahora resulta que tiene más legitimidad y "normalidad" el inglés en indymedia barcelona y en cataluña, que el castellano? (sé que este es un comentario para tocar las pelotas, pero qué queréis...) |
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per ASTOPITUAK |
14 gen 2006
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krek kets un gilipollas!
si kieres te lo digo en castellano: kreo ke eres un gilipollas!!!
JA ESTA!!
KONTENT¿?¿?¿? |
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per ZZZ |
14 gen 2006
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http://www.kataweb.it/utility/aldrovandi/ |
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per El |
14 gen 2006
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escriba la historia de eso que ha sucedido a Federico, mi hijo. No escribiré a todo el él, uno no puedo ser dicho vida, incluso si de solos 18 años tan pronto como esté terminado. Septiembre se muere los 25, el día de llevado les ha sido tres meses... He pensado siempre eso para sobrevivir a un hijo que era un dolor indefendible. Cuenta convertida I de la hora que en verdad no se sobrevive. No la digo en sentido calculado. Es justo por lo tanto. Una parte de mí no tiene más respiración. No tiene más luz, futuro... Porque la respiración, la luz y el futuro han sido quitado él. 24 sábados septiembre han sido un día del serene, allegro... Después de la escuela la totalidad del almuerzo, al chiacchiere, risate. Era verano inmóvil, hecho calor. Ha llevado al spasso su perro del amigo. No hizo a menudo lo, sino ese día que ha ido con música en casquillo. Todos en ese día tenía una atmósfera especial que pensaban que la hora a nosotros él está como si tenía sano intencional todo nosotros. La alegría ha tenido sonrisas para todos... era él. Ha satisfecho a compañía, ha hecho su lavoretto de pico de la entrega. El programa de la tarde vio un concierto de antemano a Bolonia. Antes de irse se pasa de casa para cambiar a los zapatos, rutas que juegan al balompié... Ha sido la vez última que lo he visto vivo y la cita al día después... Nunca el día no ha existido después. Al acoplamiento el concierto había sido cancelado. Por lo tanto la tarde se pasa lì dentro. Los compañeros han dicho que estaban con él, no pueden definirlos los amigos, y los análisis la han confirmado. Uno de los muchachos la ha vendido una sustancia, un tableta o similar. Definen el sballo del sábado la tarde. Se confunde. Pero no se muere de esto... Federico la sabía bien. Había sido partecipe de un plan escolástico de la búsqueda y de la información promovida de la provincia. Sé que su era un conocido profundizado con búsquedas en situadas del asl, sabía las sustancias y los efectos. Y era a su manera un igienista. Tenía gran curación de su cuerpo, de eso que comió. Era un deporte. Un muchacho espléndido lleno de salud. Y de planes: él pensó al lado de música, a su futuro, del estudio servido para construir el futuro. En el inmediato había las cosas simples: la patente después de pequeños días, del karate unos, de un musical de la venda a organizar con los amigos, y de la vida cada día que intenta estar bien... Pasó la tarde a grupo que había vuelto a entrar a Ferrara, le vuelve al punto del encuentro donde más ellos habían dejado a manchas blancas /negras alguno ellos o a los motores pequeños. Federico estaba a pie. Él se había ido de casa en máquina con Michy, que él entonces no había ido a Bolonia. Eran ahora los cinco del mattino. Los muchachos han dicho que le han ofrecido un paso pero Federico no tenía desea volver a entrar aguantado. A pie lo volverían. Él estaba cerca de casa... De sus miradas celulares un una en eso él ha llamado a amigos otros. Especialmente sus amigos mejores, un par de épocas cada uno. Quizás para el chiedergli si eran exterior inmóvil... él se parece que nadie le ha contestado. Los muchachos a que conozco me han dicho que habían extinguido ya el celular para dormir. Y entonces no sé qué ha sucedido exactamente. A esa hora se despiertan hasta mí, quizás no de todos, preguntándome si Federico había vuelto a entrar. Tenía una fatiga invencible que no tuve éxito para moverme a mí. Después he sentido un ruido en su sitio y era seguro que él era lì... Son risvegliata a mí que eran casi los ocho. He comenzado a llamarlo y a enviar mensajes. Falta de información... No era posible que él no contestó. Si él retrasó él me informó siempre. Dijo que el stressavo sino él no quisiera que las marcas yo estuvieran en pensamiento. Así el asimiento a la idea que había perdido solamente el celular... Entonces su padre la ha llamado también. En celular de Federico el memorizzato con el solo nombre, lino del padre. Una voz ha contestado. Quién ha pedido urgente estaban al teléfono, y han pedido describir Federico. Entonces él se ha caracterizado como oficial de policía, y a nuestras preguntas él ha contestado a que habían encontrado el celular en un banco del parque de las partes del curso de la raza y a que hacían gravámenes. Y él ha reatado. He intentado inmediatamente en jefaturas del policía, y he intentado también en varias ocasiones a amigo que trabaja a nosotros. Falta de información. El telephoniste contestado: hay el cambio de la vuelta... no es informado..., tan pronto como tengamos noticias que llamaremos... ¡Nada para otros tres horas!!!! Pasos en la angustia y las llamadas telefónicas phrenetic a los hospitales, sus amigos y de nuevo en varias ocasiones a las jefaturas del policía. En el Stefano es entretanto accorso en bicicleta a la búsqueda del hermano. Ringrazio el cielo que no ha entrado en el lugar justo. El policía ha venido informar solamente a nosotros hacia los 11, después de que que él lo había llevado vía. Se sigue habiendo su cuerpo en el camino de los 6 a los 11. Y no han llamado a mí. Él era mi hijo. ¡Nadie tiene la derecha de celebrar a la una madre lejana de su hijo! Y han dicho a mí que la han hecho para mí... porque era mejor que usted no vieron. En ese momento he creído a él. El policía ha dicho que un habitante de la zona había llamado porque él fieltro del aullido. Dijeron también que había estado lastimado que centelleo solamente la cabeza contra las paredes. Éste ha sido falso revelado. Refutado de las verificaciones. Federico fue desfigurado de los soplos. He venido mucho más adelante a sus vestidos. Llevó la camiseta, una felpa con la capilla acentuada y los jens de la chaqueta. Son totalmente imbevuti de la sangre. Han dicho que no deseó está hecha para tomar. Que ha luchado y él se sala también en pies en la máquina del policía. Los doctores han divulgado que ella hizo el scroto machacar, uno lastimado se rasgan -contusa a las muestras principales y numerosas de soplos en todo el cuerpo. He podido ver solamente aquél en el as, del templo izquierdo al ojo negro y abajo hasta la cara, y las muestras de las válvulas reguladoras a las muñecas. He visto en el ataúd. Su cuerpo no se parecía alineado y simétrico más. Mi niño era perfecto, y maravilloso. Han destruido... Y el policía me dijo que la narcotizaran. Que se había hecho gravemente solo. Que todo el había sucedido esto porque eran un tóxico pobre y un ill-fated nosotros... Desean matar a dos veces. Los análisis han confirmado que los que habían tomado era insignificante. La causa no segura de no murió ni unos ni otros de comportamientos agresivos. Si no el contrario. Ésos que la tarea es que Federico estaba en miedo en ese momento. Se derrumbaba el mundo que me inclino. La vergüenza de ser parado del policía, la patente quitada porque había tomado una tableta. Y se había olvidado del documento de identidad. Esa mañana en alrededores dijo que murieron a un albanés. Tomaron nadie cuidado más que mucho... Seguro ha intentado al scappare. No se hace para tomar. Redujeron se entiende a COM de la aprobación ' como lo han parado. Cuando lo tienen inmovilizados, puesto manilla para hacer bolso en más abajo no ha tenido la fuerza que respirar. ¿La calidad sabe cuándo si de ellos esté shrewed? Se ha llamado la ambulancia cuando ahora no había más nada hacer. Y entonces no igualar los la han llevado al hospital para intentar una participación extrema. Tienen lì izquierdo en el camino. Cinco horas. Entonces lo han llevado al obitorio. Y solamente entonces han venido informar a nosotros. ¿Por qué? ¿Si era verdad que dio solamente en escandescenze porque no se ha llamado aguantado la ambulancia? ¿Por qué aterrizarla de la manera la mucho violenta y del cruento? Estaba sola. No había nadie. Fue desarmada. No era una amenaza para nadie. ¿Por qué esperar tanto antes de informar a la familia? Claramente. En la orden para no hacernos para verla... ¿Si hubiéramos visto por lo tanto qué a él habría sucedido? ¿Qué resonancia habría tenido? En el periódico del día después de un artículo que declaró que fue muerto por un malore exhausto... del mattinale del policía establece jefatura. El día después en la otra cabeza de la ciudad "desfiguró Federico". Controdeduzioni inmediato de la energía del abogado principal: "no se muere por los soplos"... ésta ha sido la primera admisión de cuánto que sucede. Todavía no han estado hoy oficialmente depositan los resultados a usted de las examinaciones médicas. Algunos detalles se emergen solamente que he citado antes. Ésos que no da paz a mí son el pensamiento del terror y el dolor que Federico en su último minuteren de la vida ha vivido. Nunca no ha hecho gravemente a nadie. Él creyó en la amistad que él dio a las manos completas. Él era un muchacho simple como muchos. Como todos los muchachos de esa edad se creyó grandes pero dentro de ella él todavía no estaba. Las posibilidades de una vida tenían todos, y grande desea vivir él... |
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per curios |
15 gen 2006
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De quin Indymedia parles tu? ah del que te la capçalera amb el bilinguisme oficial, constitucional i estatutari, val.
Mira ara em posare a buscar totes les noticies aquestes que dius d'apedregades etc
Vols que t'ensenyi les que hi han d'apedregades per no compartir una visio espanyola del mon?
ah les pilotes ... toca-te-les tu marranot
(ai, un noticia que no esta en cristiano que asi lo entendemos todos ... i alguna cosa s'ha de dir, que hi farem, som aixi d'uniformes i a UlanBator tambe deuen saber la lengua de Cervantes y si no que se jodan, pues para eso nunca se ponia el sol en el imperio que iba volando voy hacia dios) |
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In the night of September 24 in Ferrara, Italy a boy of 18 years, Federico Aldrovandi, dies in the hands of the police. They leave him for five hours on the asphalt, initially hiding the truth to the mother who searches for her son. The police version talks of a call from residents in the zone, alarmed by the strange attitude of the boy, who when arrested fainted. If it is true is not known. The police deny responsibility for his death, sustaining that he hurt himself, and died for overdose of drugs the boy had taken. The toxicology exams reveal that overdose cannot have been the reason for the death of Federico Aldrovandi. The details as described by the medical referees are still not 'officialised' four months after this incident, they talk about numerous signs of violence over his whole body, a wound ruptured on his head, violet colored stripes on his pulses of the handcuffs, and his scrotum smashed.
The mother told that she got Federico’s clothes literally soaked with blood. The news remains unknown for months. Only in these days the silence is broken by a blog of the family who asks for light over the event.
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The mother's story on the blog: http://federicoaldrovandi.blog.kataweb.it/
Ferrara 2/1/06
I'm writing the story of what has happened to Federico, my child. I won't write all about him, it is impossible to tell a life, even if only 18 years and his anniversary recently passed.
He died September 25, on Christmas day it were three months...
I've always thought that survive a son would be an unsustainable pain. Now I know that in reality it is impossible. I don't say this with a purpose; I now know it is just like this. A part of me has no breath anymore, has no light, no future... Since his breath, light and future were taken away from him.
Saturday September 24 was a serene, happy day...
After school the lunch together, chats, laughs. It was still summer, it was warm. He took his dog-friend for a walk. He didn't do that too often, but that day he went, with his walkman and some music in his ears. Everything that day had a special aura.
To think about that now, it is like as if he had wanted to greet all of us. He had smiles for all, the pleasure was he himself.
He met with his girlfriend, and did his small work bringing around pizza's.
The program of the night foresaw a concert in Bologna.
Before he left he passed by home, to change his shoes, broken by playing soccer...
It was the last time I saw him alive.
He greeted all, including his brother who already slept, asking me why Stefano didn't react on his greetings.
Also one of his girlfriends has confirmed to me that that night he was serene, that he had greeted her smiling, with the usual punch on the shoulder and the appointment the day after...
That day after never existed.
At Link, the concert had been canceled. However the night was spent in that place.
This was said by his companions who were with them, I can't call them friends, and the analyses have confirmed this. One of these boys has sold him some substance, a pill or something similar.
They call it the party of Saturday night. It is mistaken, yes.
But it is not what provokes death...
Federico knew it well. He had participated in a school project of research and information, promoted by the province. I know that his knowledge was profounder with researches on the ASL sites; he knew the substances and the effects. He was in his way a hygienist. He took great care of his body, of what he ate. He was sportive. A splendid boy full of health.
And of projects: he thought of music, at his future, his studies served to construct and create a future.
For the immediate there were the simple things: the drivers’ license in a few days, karate, a musical band to organize with his friends, and the all-day life, in a search to stay well.
After the night [in Bologna] the group returned to Ferrara, to the meeting point where most of them had left cars and motorcycles. Federico was by foot. He left the house in the car with Michy, who had not gone to Bologna.
It had become five in the morning. The boys told that they offered him a passage by car, but Federico didn't feel like going home immediately. He would have turned home on foot. He was close to home...
From his cell-phone it is visible hat he had called various other friends. Especially his best friends, more times, each one. Maybe to ask them if they were still awake and out... it seems that no one answered him. The boys I know told me that they had already turned off their cell-phones and were sleeping.
And then, I don't know what exactly has happened. At that hour I woke up, maybe not completely, asking myself if Federico had already returned home. I felt so tired that I didn't manage to move. Then I heard some rumor in his room, and I was certain that he was there.
I woke up again when it was nearly eight in the morning.
Then I started to call his cell-phone, and send messages. Nothing...
It wasn't possible that he didn't respond. If he was late, he always let me know. He said it was stressing, but he didn't want to have me thinking. I gripped myself to the idea that he had probably lost his cell-phone...
Then also his father started to call him. On Federico's cell-phone his father is memorized with his name, Lino.
A voice answered.
Forcing he asked who was on the phone, and has asked to describe Federico.
After this he qualified himself as a police-agent, and to our questions he answered that they had found the cell-phone on a bank near the race-track (horses) and that they were investigating.
And he hung up.
Immediately I searched at the police station, and I have also searched for a friend of his who worked there.
Nothing.
The central line people gave answers like: we're in change-turns now... I have not been informed..., once we have some news we'll call you...
Nothing for another three hours!!!! Passed in fear and with telephone calls to hospitals, to his friends, and again, repeatedly to the police.
In the meantime Stefano went on his bike to search his brother. I thank heaven that he didn't go to the right place.
The police came to inform us only towards 11 hours. After they had brought him away.
His body has remained on the street from 6 to eleven in the morning.
And they haven't called me. He was my son. No one has the right to keep a mother away from her son!
And they told me they had done it for me... Because it would be better if I didn't see.
At that moment I believed them.
The police told that a resident of the zone had called because he had heard shouting.
They told also that he had hurt himself, banging his head against the walls.
This has revealed to be false. Denied according to the exams.
Federico was destroyed by the punches.
Much time later I got his clothes back. He wore a t-shirt, sweater with hood, and his jeans.
They're completely soaked with blood.
They told he didn't want them to get him. That he had fought and even jumped on top of the police car. The medical doctors examined that he had his scrotum smashed to pieces, a
ruptured wound on his head, and numerous signs of violent punches all over the body.
I've been allowed only to see the ones on his face, from his left temple to the eye, and down to the cheekbone, and the black signs of the handcuffs on his pulses.
I've seen him in the coffin. His corpse didn't seem at all trained and symmetrical. My child was perfect, and beautiful. They've destroyed him. ..
And the police told he was drugged. That he had hurt himself, and only by himself. That all of this had happened because he was a poor junky and we unlucky parents...
They want to kill him twice. The analyses have confirmed that what he had taken was irrelevant.
Certainly not the reason to cause his death, or aggressive attitudes. If, then it would be the contrary.
That what I think is that Federico has been terrorized in that moment. That the world fell on his head. The shame of being stopped by the police, the drivers-license taken away because he had taken a pill. And he had forgotten his ID card.
That morning, near around, it was told that an Albanese person had died. Nobody seemed worried about it...
He has tried to escape. To not be taken.
Seen how he has been reduced it is understood how he has been stopped. When they had him immobilized, handcuffed with his belly downwards, he didn't have the force anymore to breathe.
Who knows when they got aware of this?
The ambulance has been called when there was nothing anymore that could be done. And not even then they took him to the hospital to try an extreme intervention. They left him there on the street. Five hours. And then they came to inform us.
Why?
If it is true that he became unconscious by himself, then why the ambulance was not called immediately?
Why get him to the ground in such a violent and cruel manner? He was alone. There was no one.
He was unarmed. There was no threat for nobody.
Why wait so long before informing the family?
Clear. To not let us see...
If we would have seen him like that what would have happened? What kind of echo would it have had?
In the newspaper of the day after an article declared he died for a pain-torment... taken from the morning information of the police.
The day after another article in another local newspaper 'Federico destroyed'. Immediate counter declarations of the chief of police: "He didn't die because of the punches"... which was the first acknowledgement of what had happened.
Until today the findings of the medical exams have still not been made official. Only a few details that I mentioned here have come out.
What doesn't give me peace is the thought of the terror and the pain that Federico has lived in his last living minutes. He never hurt anyone. He believed in friendship which he gave by hands full. He was a simple boy, like so many. Like so many boys of his age he believed himself grown-up, but inside he still wasn't. He had all the possibilities of a life ahead, and a great will to live it...
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This day, Sunday January 15 there's a sit-in on a central square in Ferrara.
Amnesty International London has confirmed to follow the case.
And in the meantime in this weeks the trials against the police violence in Genova 2001 during the G-8 are taking place...
*Arrivederci Democracy*
Cheerio and bests,
Cecile
(former correspondent in Italy for Dutch and Italian media) |
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