These days we speak of escort and parties. And how often I forget to too many problems that still does not have been resolved. If, as a Tezigno, he takes to the streets armed forces and the media to pay attention to, perhaps, for a few days, we have a chance. Otherwise oblivion is certain. That's what's happening in L'Aquila. The earthquake is no longer news, and many believe the situation is now resolved. Instead, today is the hardest moment for the earthquake victims. Propose again the first song I wrote and published in Abruzzo Vita.it . One way to remember.
"Nec Recedit Sever", not even broken it recedes. This is the first flash, the first frame of the Eagle. The phrase stands out on the wall of the sports hall of the School Officers and Stewards GdF's where we find support. We couple a fraction of the many here in L'Aquila. Upon entering the parade ground of the structure we are moving towards the sports hall. It will be our base of operations. Let's go. A building like many others, with its large terrace colorful, colors and lighting aseptic day. An elastic structure made to absorb the movement of people in the stands, maybe this is safe, not damaged. Hopefully. A building like so many were it not for the expanse of tables, computers and maps. We are in the heart of the machine to be rescued. We all are. Fire Brigade, Civil Defence, Red Cross, Maltese Cross, Scout and Agesci CNGEI, Forestry, Police, Carabinieri. A machine that I will be able to experience the night never ends. They all work incessantly. The first night we have to prepare the funeral. It will be held right in the parade in front of the palace ceremony. I'm here to tell what happens, interesting stories. Should I try to talk with those who are here to get busy. I decide to smoke a cigarette, the best way to chat. I understand now that the stories, the stories are all around me. It binds easily. Everyone has their own, history. Each time I discover a new cigarette. Everyone has a journey along the back and a reason to be his own. A cigarette after another, people going around and is busy: I pricked the conscience. Everybody, help, I look and build. I can not resist and start to download water tanks for the relatives of the deceased to be the next day. Then the group which I joined, people of Rome, volunteers who come to do the cleaning, you are asked to place the strip. I see the faces that darken, I know I should not be a good job. I guess because it is heavy, but after I understand. We must place the strips of wood that will serve to support the coffins when they are arranged in rows facing the altar. They were expressions of impatience. The tragedy is palpable. We are four in the morning. But I feel much better. I gave a hand. "You tell your children," she said. They do not know the story here. I greet you with Eleonora organize shifts for cleaning from Rome but could not resist hearing the stories, and placed his daughter, came running. I'll jump in bed. The alarm clock in the morning is usually given by constant noise and lighting involved. There are funerals. Flowing slowly and silently across a city. L'Aquila salutes their loved ones. Telling a time like this is not easy. Two things strike me at all: the silence and dignity. The last image that remains is heartbreaking. An elderly incredulous pause in front of two coffins, one above the other, mother and daughter. See who passes and is increasingly demanding "why?". Nobody has an answer. In front of all those boxes suddenly become a sterile numbers that I read looming reality. I cry. I'm not going to be so. I prepare for the afternoon, which will be the result of the Scout AGESCI Catholics around the camps for displaced persons equipped. Not sure yet but for the second time that day will stay in front of astonished and admiring this wonderful people. Let's go. The first field is in the center, where the bites were terrible earthquake. Here the buildings have surrendered giving inanimate walls, roofs and masts to shocks. It 'awesome. We enter the field of Piazza D'Armi, I saw the most central. We invest joyful cries of children playing soccer, the clown going to tear a smile to children. Scouts and volunteers of Civil Defence, who are working to overcome the shortcomings, the worried look leaden celo. If it rains you may browse through the mud, you will need to put some runners in wood. An old woman in a wheelchair greets us from the entrance of his tent. Here the most mundane daily practices must be carefully thought out and planned. Antonella, who works in the field of voluntary AGESCI smiles at me and after having made me sit down to watch a ballet prepared by some children, it tells me something unusual. "We are Catholics. Faith is what gives meaning to what we do. Do not do this for themselves and even for them. This is done by faith. " This route starts Tempera, another village. They tell me that before were all autonomous municipalities have chosen for convenience to become part of the town of L'Aquila. We arrive. In fact, the three fields. Two officers wanted by the authorities and third spontaneous. The people did not want to leave their homes and decided to camp near giving up power, water and gas. They call him affectionately "Scampia," because the extreme conditions have exacerbated a bit 'minds. While we walk the paths of a father son talk on the phone "I had to hold his hand all night, afraid to sleep and do not want to stay in tents." Shortly after a municipal police jeep arrived with a load of chocolate eggs. I think of that child. After visiting the three time fields we head to Arischia. A true jewel. There is a container that serves as kitchen, tents inflatable, tent with the Red Cross office. To summarize the efficiency of the field is enough for me to sign a written record of: 11.30 for lunch with celiac disease. Cigarettes once again prove to be a good idea. I've finished and I turn to the Red Cross tent. Enzo I ragala two and all proud, "what you see is all of the Molise Region Civil Defence, after the earthquake we bought our leading a caravan." But there is a problem: 300 Easter eggs resting in a corner of the tent "playroom" for the 80 children who attend, and no ball. The mind flies to the first field. We will organize an exchange between eggs and balloons. We must also refine the techniques for the distribution of food to the elderly who can not move out of bed. They are many and the food is likely to get cold. And 'now dark, back to base. We expect one of two cans of tuna daily. I have seen so many people in trouble but nobody gave up. I've seen people with the same clothes for days in front of a wall of water tanks, ask permission to take a bottle. I have seen through the curtains the same silence and the dignity of the morning. Just get in front of the building to meet Vince, a volunteer nurse Cives Puglia. We talk about the fields, say "Scampia," he informs me that he came back recently, they have found a camp of 800 people in the mountains where no one knew anything. No blankets, no cots, no water they drink or to wash. Only the curtains. "When I arrived I was greeted and thanked. They were happy to be alive and to have a tent to sleep. " After dinner I go to a coffee berm. Another cigarette. Two of us. Giampiero Red Cross Eagle greets me, "I have to hang in the center. There seems to be a person again below, is alive. " This is not confirmed if they know little. There remains only the hope and an imperative: Nec Recedit Sever.
In the photo above, the Centre managed by the Civil Defence Emergency Management in the building of the School of GdF
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