E 'for a long time since I trial in a publication on this blog, but I was taken back to school a large part of free time I had before, I can not, however, not to mention September 26. This day will remain forever written in the history of my life and it is the least describe it in an article.
First of all, Saturday was the birthday of Raphael, and Robert, then I take the opportunity to make them still wishes to reach adulthood. For me though, Saturday, September 26 had a completely different flavor.
In this memorable day in fact, met in Rome the people of the red diary, or thousands of people, carrying a red diary from all over Italy, united only by desiserio of justice and truth, who marched in the streets of the capital, regardless of the scorching heat, the sweat dripping everywhere, the work commitments and so on, shouting the name of Paolo Borsellino and martyrs of justice.
I was there! This time I can say it: I was there and for the first time in my life. I followed too Salvatore Borsellino, my guide, father of the people of the red diary, holding high the sky quell'agendina that, every time I looked, raised (And still excites) indescribable emotions in me that few have tried in the course of their existence. It does not seem an exaggeration to say that Saturday, September 26 I have lived the best day of my life, because, for some time, I immersed myself in the future that I want and for which the fight at all costs, because I finally felt more alive than ever and extremely (extremely !) happy. It was as if every person present was part of my family. We were like one big family, one heart that beats only for the memory of Paul and of all men like him. I have never felt so alive and happy (I would repeat endlessly, but I do not say more, I promise)! For that I thank my mother and father who, despite some initial moment of uncertainty, allowed me to live the most important day of my life.
We return now to the event. The choirs, slogans, banners ... It was as if all the pieces of my life were poured around me, as if there were nothing else, as if nothing, apart from that so many people were there, had more importance. Only a heart, only a mind, only an ideal, so many agendas.
Looking back I get the chills again, as throughout the course of the event. Chills that start from the toes, rise up to the back and still more Up, up to the brain, spreading everywhere: on the nose, fingers, forehead, anywhere. My heart is still full of joy and determination on that day and I think will remain so forever. On September 26 came into my soul permanently, but I hope it is only the starting point of this tortuous journey, which has the goal of justice, truth and freedom, which will be my life and that of many others like me .
Looking back on two days ago, I can not quote a person, a man who is regarded as a father and anyone who knows anyone who believes in him: Salvatore Borsellino. A deep affection binds me to him, as if it was the closest member of my family. Savior, if anything were to read this message, I want you to know I'll always be with you, never leave you, will fight by your side and day after day I will inspire you and bring out your ideals and those of your brother Paul.
When I shook hands I felt an incredible feeling, that no human being ever, and even God, can never describe, something that made my heart stop because they are too full of joy and emotions to stay close to you is was the greatest honor of my life, and the fulfillment of a dream. When I heard
uralre "resistance" two steps away from me, I did not set out and I cried in silence with emotion.
The best moment of my life, the happiest day of my life. I'll never forget! Salvatore
Thanks, thanks people of the red diary, thanks to all participants and thanks to Paul ...
Serena Verrecchia
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