I do a simple copy / paste of an e-mail published who owns the beautiful blog of Love Party to bear witness to how little truth to the hype and TV communication of government (which is + or - same thing), we have served up on the earthquake in L'Aquila. .. Read and meditate is the least we can do! report on Roby (precious) shown here the link to the post can not be , Miss Kappa.
Yesterday I phoned The use of a debt collection company on behalf of Sky. She says she is girlfriend in September 2009 and asks why. I say that from April 4 of last year I left my home and I have not returned because the earthquake, the sky decoder lies crushed under the weight of a wall collapsed. Mutes, apologizes and says he will present to the proper authorities. Then, thoughtful, asking me if now, after a year, everything is fine. He says he was lucky enough to visit L'Aquila a couple of years ago, recalls in particular a paved stairs leading down from the Cathedral to the Basilica of Collemaggio. I salt the lump in my throat and tell her that I lived there. She fell silent again, then asks me how my city today. I tell her of the old garrison, I can not go home when I want, which, however, the thieves go there undisturbed. Of the buildings left there to die and that there is no money to rebuild, or to help us survive. That from July 1, will return to pay taxes and contributions, even if we do not work, and pay the the. Us and mortgages on destroyed homes, and evenly spread the payments of loans even for those who have nothing. That, in July, an earthquake with a gross salary of € 2000 will only pay 734 € in an envelope of net earnings. That not only come back to pay taxes, but will return immediately all those not paid by April 6. That the state does not pay to 27,000 people homeless people who manage on their own, even that small contribution of 200 Euros per month which should help them pay rent. That rents have tripled, with no control. I pay, in a village of 500 souls, as Bertolaso \u200b\u200bpaid for an apartment in Via Giulia in Rome. The talk of the new neighborhoods built at a price of luxury residences, hives without a soul, without even a newspaper or a bar. The story of a dying town, and she was like ".. it is not possible that you do not know any of this. You can not stay that way. Call the television journalists. You tell him. Call the press. They have to write it.
