Franca Salerno died.
"He died yesterday in Rome after having long resisted the disease", so Paolo Persichetti, and so will take it back from Onset .
If possible, read the article. It specifies that today, in Rome, there will be a civil ceremony at the social center Acrobax, from 13 to 16. The same community center where he developed his militant son Antonio. He was born in prison, shortly after his arrest. Antonio died five years ago, an accident at work.
I would add one thing.
article, Persichetti cites a book . I would like to quote a brief passage.
"Certain stories seem to never end, and crawl under the skin for years and then explode in all their cruelty. At the time of Franca Salerno is pregnant. The child she is carrying is Raffaele Piccinino. They conceived as free, if we can talk about freedom when you are being hunted down by agents from all over Italy.
That son, Frank grew up in the prison in the early years of his life. It gives him full of love which is capable of. In spite of a sentence-ending , the constraints imposed by judicial authorities poison and lies that are forced to offer a child eager to understand why her mother is all for him. Meanwhile, Antonio, this is its name, grows with their grandmothers and my aunt. Until, after sixteen years, Franca regains freedom. It is not easy to take measurements of your body into a new space, forgotten. Franca refuses shortcuts offered by those who promise jobs in exchange for a statement of dissociation, rolls up his sleeves and began to work and, finally, to enjoy his son. To rediscover the pleasure of human contact for so long that she had been denied.
But if one generation had rebelled fighting for a better world, the world had been waiting for. Had gone over very oltre.E proposed principles and imposed new and devastating. Concepts such as globalization and insecurity were, meanwhile, became the founding of modern society. And Antonio, like thousands of other boys his age, had had to adapt.
worked as a pony express, Officer of the withdrawals at the veterinary offices. Sometimes with a temporary contract. Sometimes without even the minimum guarantee. A life spent chasing. More than one hundred kilometers traveled each day to try to reach a decent salary. € nineteenth century the basic wage, which increased for each delivery of euro in three cities, five if outside the union. A misery, she was aware. But he could not do otherwise. Make at least thirteen or fourteen deliveries per day, was not only required to pay the rate of motor gasoline, but also the essential prerequisite for maintaining the workplace. If you can not do it, others jostle behind you. This is the law of insecurity. But Anthony does not let up, and continued to fight for their principles.
Then, 17 January 2006, while making a delivery, Anthony has an accident on the Cristoforo Colombo. And dies. Left alone to wonder about the meaning of certain curses. "
"He died yesterday in Rome after having long resisted the disease", so Paolo Persichetti, and so will take it back from Onset .
If possible, read the article. It specifies that today, in Rome, there will be a civil ceremony at the social center Acrobax, from 13 to 16. The same community center where he developed his militant son Antonio. He was born in prison, shortly after his arrest. Antonio died five years ago, an accident at work.
I would add one thing.
article, Persichetti cites a book . I would like to quote a brief passage.
"Certain stories seem to never end, and crawl under the skin for years and then explode in all their cruelty. At the time of Franca Salerno is pregnant. The child she is carrying is Raffaele Piccinino. They conceived as free, if we can talk about freedom when you are being hunted down by agents from all over Italy.
That son, Frank grew up in the prison in the early years of his life. It gives him full of love which is capable of. In spite of a sentence-ending , the constraints imposed by judicial authorities poison and lies that are forced to offer a child eager to understand why her mother is all for him. Meanwhile, Antonio, this is its name, grows with their grandmothers and my aunt. Until, after sixteen years, Franca regains freedom. It is not easy to take measurements of your body into a new space, forgotten. Franca refuses shortcuts offered by those who promise jobs in exchange for a statement of dissociation, rolls up his sleeves and began to work and, finally, to enjoy his son. To rediscover the pleasure of human contact for so long that she had been denied.
But if one generation had rebelled fighting for a better world, the world had been waiting for. Had gone over very oltre.E proposed principles and imposed new and devastating. Concepts such as globalization and insecurity were, meanwhile, became the founding of modern society. And Antonio, like thousands of other boys his age, had had to adapt.
worked as a pony express, Officer of the withdrawals at the veterinary offices. Sometimes with a temporary contract. Sometimes without even the minimum guarantee. A life spent chasing. More than one hundred kilometers traveled each day to try to reach a decent salary. € nineteenth century the basic wage, which increased for each delivery of euro in three cities, five if outside the union. A misery, she was aware. But he could not do otherwise. Make at least thirteen or fourteen deliveries per day, was not only required to pay the rate of motor gasoline, but also the essential prerequisite for maintaining the workplace. If you can not do it, others jostle behind you. This is the law of insecurity. But Anthony does not let up, and continued to fight for their principles.
Then, 17 January 2006, while making a delivery, Anthony has an accident on the Cristoforo Colombo. And dies. Left alone to wonder about the meaning of certain curses. "
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