Ill.mo Interior Minister President of the Republic
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Prime Minister of Justice
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Mayor of Verona
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am writing this letter on the eve of the anniversary of a date
that has changed my life: 24 September 2005.
My name is Paolo Scaroni, Castenedolo live in a small town in the province of Brescia
.
I was a breeder of bulls.
I was a normal boy, with friends, a girl, passion, sound values \u200b\u200balso
sportsmen and just curiosity. I was in fact a lot of sport and travel when I could.
I was especially a big fan of Brescia.
A normal person, like many, would say Lei
I no longer (actually Brescia fan of him I was, although not
can no longer live game at the stadium as I was wont to do: singing, jumping,
enjoying or suffering).
Everything changed on September 24, 2005, in the Porta Nuova train station in Verona.
That day, the equivalent of thousands of fans from Brescia, including many families and children
-I decided to follow the Lioness in Verona with the best intentions, for what promises
a crucial challenge for our Serie B .
After the game, we were escorted to the police station without any hitch or
tension. After I went to the bar below the station, I was going to train with great serenity
reserved for us fans bringing water to the rest of the company
(it was a very hot day and we were almost all dried). All other
fans were ready to make the cars faster return to Brescia.
missing a few minutes and platforms of the station was completely deserted. What
somewhat strange given the period, the time and especially the city where we were,
nerve center for the passage of trains.
Suddenly, without warning or apparent reason, I was overwhelmed by
a charge of "lightening" of the department on duty that day for rapid
maintain public order and beaten to death, without even
the possibility of shelter. Subtracted from the beating friends (themselves affected by the fury of
manganellate), I went into a coma within a very short and almost died.
After about twenty minutes from having lost consciousness, I was loaded onto an ambulance
-opposed, more or less covertly, by the same department that I was attacked-and conveyed
Borgo Trento hospital in Verona. There are state operated
emergency. There have been saved. There I got back from a coma after several weeks. There
I spent a few months of my new life. A life of hell.
Meanwhile, my family, in a state of mind that hard to imagine,
was under pressure and threats that my story maintained a low profile.
My friends did not go any better, despite all efforts to bring out the truth
.
Obviously, some things I have mentioned above sapute long after my
aggression. The rest I discovered thanks to my lawyer.
From the findings of fact and through so many witnesses, a picture emerges
disturbing, almost beyond belief, but for this to be made public.
Following serious injuries at the public prosecutor of Verona
started proceedings against policemen and officials
identified as authors of the injuries suffered by me. Although the Judge for Preliminary Investigations
has twice rejected the request for storage, the Public Ministry has not yet exercised
prosecution against the suspects.
I wonder why this happens and why I have denied justice.
Today, after losing almost everything, I remain so pending a trial,
not so obvious, given the background and attempts to discredit me.
Besides the police were all masked, and are not identifiable (as
this possible?), Although there was a person to command them
recognizable.
After so many lies and bad outputs as equipment
on my account as a result of the story, I look above is the dignity returned.
Ill.mo Interior Ministry, though my story has not attracted the same
sensation, reminiscent 'of the tragedies of Gabriele Sandri, Carlo Giuliani, and in particular
Federico Aldrovandi (happened a few hours away from my )
with a small, big difference: I tell my story I can still, despite everything
.
The dynamics of the events mentioned above may not be identical, but the will to kill
yes, it was the same. Otherwise, it explains the tenacity of these people
to me, especially considering that there was a real danger
it was all quiet, I fell to the ground, I was completely helpless
. But beatings, as described by the medical report, there were more
stops.
Perhaps, I thought, than the life they wanted to take away the soul.
In short, in a few seconds I lost almost everything they had lived
-for this I feel every day closer to Fred-and for no apparent reason.
always obvious that there is a justification to unleash such cruelty and
efficiency.
My physical functions have been reduced considerably, and despite the long
that I undergo rehabilitation for years with great tenacity will not have
many margins for improvement. I know almost for sure: the only thing that works as
first in my body is in fact the brain active as never before. After four years I
not yet established whether this was a fortune.
I lost my job, although he has a stubborn father who insists in running the
my company, stealing time and value to its commitments.
I lost the girl.
I lost the taste for travel (more often than those who were pleased
routes have been transformed into real wayside because of my physical condition), despite
still push me very far. I'm especially
many certainties concerning freedom, respect, with Dignity, Justice and
with security.
security that she prays everyday, and try to impose
adding new laws and new rules to those already in existence (until recently very effective, at least for
public opinion).
Too bad that these laws have not been able to defend me, Frederick, Charles and Gabriel
from the excesses of those who represented at that time, institutions.
Ill.mo Minister of Interior, some things are hammering me more than anything:
every day I wonder what it can push men to that. I do not have the answer.
Every day I wonder if any of these tragedies could be avoided. The
risposta is always yes.
In my humble opinion, what has allowed these people to leave the
worst part was the safety of himself to get away.
seems paradoxical, but in a country like ours where people are talking about "
certainty of punishment" and "responsibility" and "silence", just the ones who should give the example
act unpunished breaking any written law and not dishonor the uniform establishment
rationally represented
defend one of their mistakes with impunity.
Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, after so many speculations, I have come to a conclusion
: If these people were were immediately recognizable
therefore responsible for their actions, they would not behave that way
and I would not have lost so much.
then I ask: how is it that in Italy the police would not result in a sign of
immediate recognition as happens in most European nations
?
Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, I do not seek revenge, if anything Justice.
I appeal to you and to all people of good sense that these men are arrested and
still unable to play in their "duty".
I ask that you do the job and nothing is covered up.
Sincerely.
Paolo Scaroni, the victim of a distracted state.
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