("Rom". Photo by: robertoilpisano/Flickr). Milan.May,13, 2010. Emil Enea, 13, can dye like this on 2010: in a fire burnt up into the "nomad-camp" where he lived. He spent half of his life moving from different areas outside Milan; for six times, six cleaning out obliged him to leave the bit he had and start again. In a precarious conditions, in front of the indifference of the local people, he lived his life with his parents and four brothers and sisters, before Italy would suddenly know his name and his face. The fire burnt up in the middle of the night, when his father added firewood into the wood-stove that they used to warm-up his family and other 40 people. An announced tragedy which should let us reflect ; but also this time, our country shows its indifference. I want to report a wonderful poem by Roberto Malini, called "Goodbye, Emil", even if I know that in this moment words are not enough to shout properly our disdain.

Goodbye, Emil. Reading in the ash, Your name brief and innocent, As your life. No, is not a farewell: we will see you tomorrow. We will bring you to mind between the alive, In the children who play (their happiness is a miracle) In front of the barraks, In the crumbling houses, Under the bridges. See you tomorrow, So next sunrise Will not have freezing fingers, And next sunset Will not astonish us With strong burning hands. See you tomorrow, Because is still possible to avoid That other innocent stars Would fall into the ash. See you tomorrow, To not let a day pass, Without remember to the murderer Their crimes, And to the indifferent that their silence is a fault, And who does not defend the weak, Kills him. From Now, rest in peace, Emil We will protect your name, To not let it be lost, Another time, Into the wind.

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