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August 2, 1980

The 19 I made 3 years. I was a child in 1980 and can not say I really remember what happened on that tragic day. I only have an image imprinted in the minds

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had an old black and white TV without remote control that night and followed the news even though I was present at the table and the images were not suitable for a child. I remember the big concern for a relative who was studying in Bologna, and we were able to trace only the next morning.

I remember many comments, the concern of my grandfather, who had lived through the war, the tears of my grandmother who recalled the horrors of the internal conflict he had lived at home with small children to be protected.

'm honest, I had no idea of \u200b\u200bthe seriousness of the act, only the picture of the station was destroyed ...

Then I started to live Bologna, I attended for fun, for work and also as a tourist, and from where I live, the easiest way to get there is by train.

The first time I arrived at the station in Bologna I was 17 and I have re-emerged as a flash image of the first 14 years, I remember having a thrill, to have had a very long time ... fear ... Fear that, as then, at any moment everything could collapse, the dust, the cries of the mangled bodies ...

30 years have passed by cowardly act and I can say I frequantato often the Bologna train station, but have never been able to stop in, especially in the year 2001. I was there for the fair Saie, and the entrances were so many controls, after what had happened in September does not leave anything to chance. On Sunday at 17 o'clock I got out of the taxi in the square 2 August 1980, just before the Bologna train station. I came, I bought a ticket for the return and I turned. The hall was crowded with people who came, who left, who were standing waiting for his train ... the same people who could be present that day exodus BEGINNING ...

Again the thrill, the anxiety, the made even stronger fear of the high risk attacks that breathed ... I left, I leaned against a pillar of the front porches ... Nor would there have been rescued, but the interior of the station I was suffocating ...

And now, years later, I remember the fear of that day, I wonder who they blame the victims of that massacre, it had to do with the evil plans of the authors of the massacre ... And a persistent question keeps coming back in the head .... WHY '?