all destroyed, only debris, dust and pain. pain also and above all the memories, for what it was and today is no more, for those who were there and now there will be no more ....
tears mingle dust and hearts to be comforted, hands to shake, eyes dry to leave again, despite everything, start to rebuild themselves.
look at the images of the city where I was welcomed and hosted, I look at my university and I look at the student residence is now reduced to rubble bricks ... swept away as the lives of many students like me, young people who were in a place that believed in peaceful , calm, ready to go home for Easter. you mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters what to say? you woke up one night with my heart pounding was not praying that your loved one there under the rubble .... that will not heal wounds, tears will not find comfort. I was heartbroken and there is no peace, but once again the hearts of Italians, cuorre men is a source of wonderful surprises. a heartfelt thanks to all institutional and non-responders, to all those who in their small lend a hand.
we can not see, we can not sit with folded arms. it is time to unite and act. it's time to surrender and not fight and get up from the dust. is difficult but we will succeed.
