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Many years yesterday, a Sunday evening as many
November 23, the numbness of valley fog in the bones and the consolation of being able to enjoy a few hours of freedom before terrribile "Monday morning ..."
I was 9 years old. Now I would be almost ready for marriage, with the rhythms frightening growth that denote the "youth of today" ... but I am a young man the other day and I was 9 years little more than a naive little girl and ready to ravish every thing ... Even for a new pair of slippers.
me Mom had just given away. A gift like this, "free", not for a birthday or to vote at school. At the time our students we were not "paid" ... as a gift to replace my old slippers undone by too many "slips" on the polished floor and everyday wear. The slippers were pretty new, hot, pretty ... I was sitting on the couch and as I gazed at a plover feet, pay the wish fulfilled, and the quiet calm that reigned in the house with the little family gathered in front of the TV watching I do not know which broadcast in the evening. The tickle Christmas was ready to explode from the window I could just feel the glow of first light lit garlands in the street. I felt like a princess.
Then, abrupt. And that hateful advisable, news that strange institution during the week forced me to fight with my father the sacred vision of the cartoons in the evening ... The screeching sound and the sense of anticipation because "there is now the news" and the word "edition unbeatable, "alone capable of generating anxiety dark, because if they do so is never to tell something beautiful ...
The earthquake in Irpinia. Strong, very strong ... It was not like now, the news did not travel so fast. But then there were a myriad of television and news broadcasts, there was only the Rai and Rai was already there, ready to show the hell. Houses crumbled, dust and smoke everywhere. The terrified faces of first responders, the faces of the few desperate survivors. It did not seem even to Italy, what we showed in the old scratchy black and white picture tube. But the Apocalypse. He began
the heart to beat wildly. We looked stunned, frozen ... The fear of that thing huge and pitiless, the "earthquake" that can go where he wants and cares of all, come to get you right in the place where you think you are safe at home ... The eyes clouded by so much ugliness came to rest on my new slippers. So cute and so unnecessary. All of a sudden, I felt shame for what I had. Because I knew that somewhere there was a little girl like me, who had just lost everything. And I had no way to help ... I remember I got up without saying anything and went to put my slippers in the box. I put the old ones and worn out and went quietly and with a heavy heart to observe the carnage. "They will cool - I thought - where to sleep tonight?" What I wanted to pack up those slippers and a gift to someone more cold to me ... Divide the dinner ready on the table, split the blanket. Instead I could only watch, helpless.

I think about every year, on time. I think of that little girl without malice and his granny slippers. What was naive and idealistic. Then I look in the mirror and I realize that all things are still true. An old girl who wants to feed all the hungry, take all the abandoned pets, defend the weak and impose pacisque mores, parks subiectis et eradicate superbos .... But that is another story ... They are thin