I also publish the letter on my blog that I wrote on January 19 in Paolo Borsellino, which was then published on the web site www.19luglio1992.it
Dear Paul, I miss you ... It 's always difficle start a letter, but there are better words to express something. What I am about to write is something that I feel from deep within. When your memory comes back to visit me so much stronger, I feel the absolute necessity of having to speak, but I fear that my words should be whispered in the wind dispersed, so I decided to write and although I do not know the address of Heaven, I hope you will come anyway.
I am one of those people who can not tell their children living at the time of Paolo Borsellino on July 19, 1992 because I was not born yet, I came into the world only twelve months and thirty days later. The dark powers of this country have risen to the judges but not to those like you, but the courts universal: we have assumed the right to choose your life and your death. With their absolute ruthlessness and brutality, you have snatched from the arms of your beloved land, as well as the affection and warmth of your family, so I've never known and I confess that I do not want more than a powerful time machine I transport in your office, so that I can finally hug you and tell you thank you, so that I can tell you how much I well and that I would have fought by your side forever. Do not ever forgive them for what they did to you, as they will not do so many people. It was not God who had come to decide your hours, or fate, or fate, but men and beasts. I have never spoken much about you when I was little. Never a word from my teachers and professors, who have always felt more important and constructive learning the thesis of this or that book as parrots trained, never a word about you from them nor anyone else. The first person I opened a chink of light in the soul was my wonderful mother, who spoke to me, but it's just what I remember of your story and that of John, after your sister Rita came to speak at my school, to "enlighten me of immense", to quote Ungaretti, with the story of your life and your work, but I was young and just stuck in my mind of that meeting. A few years later, however, I can not explain precisely how and when even I, someone, perhaps always, destiny or God, he decided to lock them up in the walls of my heart and throw the key. A big part of you has been imprisoned there, the lifeblood of my life, and is destined to stay there forever, even when stopping me take away life, remember they are just a miserable death.
Although I never had the honor to meet you, it's like you know everything about you, such as if there were not many years separate us and are increasingly convinced that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You have represented to me the beauty of the stars that give the dark sky and you have illuminated my path as well as their light to many travelers of the night. You know the early Christians? Here, I could never understand why some of them devoted his life to God and disconcerted when I listened to the stories of their martyrdom. I often wondered, "Who made him do?" and I had the idea that life is the most precious thing we have been given and it is foolish to not fully godersene every moment to defend the faith or anything like her. Then However, when you and Giovanni Falcone miracolosamete are joined in my life, I understood. Being aware of the ideals and dreams that inspired your lives, it made me feel more S. Paul, S. Stephen and the other Christian martyrs of fools, the fools, but suddenly I realized the beauty and importance of giving their lives to the ideals and I decided to dedicate myself to my pursuit of your ideals and to achieve of your dreams. It could not be otherwise.
Dear Paul, you have given me the greatest thing in the world, an ideal we believe and have taught me to chase a dream that one must have courage. I have given hope, strength and an inexhaustible desire to change things.
But when I started to take its first steps in this dark reality, when I started to realize how hard rule our country, those hopes, those dreams slowly I began to hear distant, lasted just long enough to scan the horizon and remember your teachings, and then disappear when I let myself be convinced that it was time to think about how to change the world. But you, a bit like God has done that has sent us Jesus Christ, we have sent our "Saviour", who has rekindled the flame of hope, that lit my way with your ideals of justice and pulled down the anchor of my boat that began to penetrate in the dark waves. Your brother Salvatore has rekindled in me the desire to want to give your life for your ideals. It has transformed my naivety, that the reality today and the school were hardened craft, pure consciousness of things that happen and have happened at the time of your death. He made even more firm in my beliefs and made me realize so defiitiva that my purpose in life is and will remain one, even if it falls over the world. It made me realize that we must fight, fight and fight every moment of life to defend justice. My gratitude to the Savior goes beyond all limits even remotely conceivable. I know you, from time to time, you lean to look at the clouds with her, your, red diary and I know you're proud of him. Sons of another reality, another world of children supported by pillars of courage, morality, sense of State and of duty, love of country, determination and strength and goodness of heart, you and your brother gave you a deep sense to my existence, have been the spring in my soul and brought a fresh wind. With my family, which is sacred to me, are the most important people in my life and I love you just like a family member.
Dear Paul, I know us from up there, so know that I will not disappoint you never, ever, and I swear that I will not stop until every corner of this country will not heard "the fresh wind of freedom that does reject the stench of moral compromise, the indifference, and then the contiguity of complicity" I swear I will.
Dear Paul, I wish you a good unimaginable that just want to try to describe my heart explode.
is not coming off a great point, because the things I want to tell are so many that it would be impossible to contain in a few pages and very often I make a confusion impressive, but maybe this evening under the stars, I'll come and remind risussurrartelo as Always, you want a world of good. Forever.
Happy birthday Paul, your affectionate
Serena
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