Yesterday in Rome, were commemorating the victims of Nasiriyah. During the ceremonies were also mentioned other Italians killed in Iraq, including the mercenary Quattrocchi. Alemanno, emphasizing the content Medal awarded to mercenary ... made no mention of another Italian who was killed by terrorists: Enzo Baldoni.
Cross volunteer Red and journalist of "Diary", Enzo was kidnapped Aug. 20, 2004, while he was driving a Red Cross convoy was carrying an Italian aid and health care in Najaf. In the days following his abduction, Free inciting a violent smear campaign against him, which is characterized by a hatred incomprehensible to any human being.
Felt in a crescendo of acrimony day after day, called him an idiot, a caricature of a journalist, a friend of terrorists. His deputy Farina him labeled as a fanatic, came to suggest that the abduction was staged: "The intelligence experts have many doubts on the entire Atlantic the story. " "It could be a play." Even after the video in which forced him to read the press release of the terrorists, Enzo is described as one that "reads the press in front of the camera of his captors, which gives the criminal Berlusconi, and enjoy it, read it to him in the face that enjoys, and the video does not deceive. " The campaign had already begun to bear fruit. The government and
Fini were reported saying that they were trying to save him but he "is in Iraq for his private practice as a journalist and therefore absolutely not connected to our government." In practice: are its sprouts.
This was not enough to stop by the homunculi free thought, subsidized by the money of the citizens continued to insult Enzo.
In prose rough and haughty tones that distinguish them, it fostered the equation for free: you do not like Berlusconi and the left, so you're on the side of fanatical fundamentalists, Bin Laden and love certainly applaud before the beheading of hostages Americans. Do not worry: they let him go, since it is one of them. What a difference in tone than when s'invocava intervention to save the four Italian mercenaries, the "heroes" ... and woe to you if you dare to doubt!
hate, venom, slander, gratuitous insults, against a person in danger of life (for his desire to help) and unable to respond to insults.
Enzo was killed six days after his abduction. To the chagrin of Felt who knows how many other front pages had in mind with the face of Enzo.
The government did nothing to resolve the situation: the instigators of that inaction are Felt and Farina.
The news of the execution of Enzo was not enough to curb the words of contempt and lies about his abduction. You get to witness the existence of a video, which would be understood that Enzo was killed because he had tried to rebel ... now that the government had got rid of hard-working, stupid. The video is obviously not there: it was an invention. On request, they changed the subject on which to spit their venom.
I have not met Enzo Baldoni, except through what he wrote. His humanity, his humor, his dignity ... even in the midst of the tragedy of war, where he had chosen to go as a journalist to tell from within and to bring aid to civilian population. Not with the tissue passed by the earthquake, the evenings from Vespa and salaries to 5 zeros, stolen from Italian citizens.
To remind you, I like to quote one of his writings, how he wanted was his funeral
Ordunque, ignoring the fact that I am certainly immortal, if for some Creator of the error sooner or later happens to me to die - an event to which the Serbian quieter and smiling to the provisions of - here are my instructions. My coffin resting on the ground, possibly in a secular environment, but also a church is fine, who cares. It could also be the home of the whale, if there is already or will be again. The time? Late afternoon, the hour of the aperitif. If it is not possible to retrieve the body because it might have disappeared at sea (not a bad death, there have been close: you take a great peace of mind) in one of my trips and will fit the chair where I work with my picture above. Will be notified, of course e-mail to the list EnzoB and all other mailing list that I will at that time. It will also make an announcement on my blog and any other electronic devilry will be invented in the next hundred years. I wish they all were dressed in bright colored clothes. I wish for no more than thirty minutes in total, my wife, my children, my brothers and my close friends give a brief portrait of the deceased, with the media who believe, literally, memory, audio-visual, song, poetry, satire , epigram, haiku. There will be some taboo words that absolutely must not be pronounced, pain, loss, emptiness filled, loving father, husband exemplary Valley of tears, will never forget, inconsolable, the world is a bit 'colder, are always the best who go away and then all the euphemisms such as passed away, disappeared, has left us. The best picture will be what snatch more laughter in the audience. So give us in and not spare me. So you have no idea never really all that I've done. Then a tent will be expected to depart and a buffet with wine, sandwiches and paninetti, tarts, cakes, baked pasta, rice, beer, sausages and all I want. I would like the orchestra of Unza, the gypsies of Milan, who begins to play lively music, violins and saxophones and accordions. I would not mind if people might seek dancing. I want each one a drop of wine on the casket, fuck, not all up to you, after all I am satisfied that, daten a bit 'me too. I want to laugh - have you noticed? At the funeral we always end up laughing: it is natural, life takes over death -. And he calmly smokes anything you want. I would not mind if you were born, new loves. A quickie on a mezzanine defiladed not considerable offense to death, but an offer to life. Around eight or nine o'clock, without ceremony, the coffin is carried away in my toes and started to the crematorium, while the music and the party will continue late into the night. My ashes at sea, really. But do you, fuck mi frega.
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