THE PRE-ANNOUNCED BOMBING- WHILE SWIMMING 1992.

A nearly  summer day like many- spent in the area I used to live.

Softly swimming in high waters. Cliffs. No company.

Semi wild area. Few resorts.

Swimming- resting for a while.  Floating, adjusting my bikini, turned my head to the left – heard underneath a shaking of the sand  – of a bomb- could figure out where it was coming from.

Well-tanned- took the bus and went back home. PRE-ANNOUNCED BOMBING to anti – mafia judges.

My father- eat your food on your own. As I used to in summer times, and very often indeed.

On the 33^rd anniversary of MAFIA bombing- planned in every single detail. Killed the judge who had been struggling against mafia in power- in terror- in economic structures – and perhaps in political ones?

I was walking on my own heading to my still alive- uncle’s home to- late afternoon- strong smell of jasmine- and beautiful flowers- blooming. Dressed with  nice trousers’ skirt- sandals.

Arrived at my uncle’s home- watching tv- my father included THE JUDGE KILLED ALONG WITH HIS SECOND WIFE- 7 POLICEMEN IN 3 DIFFERENT CARS- BOMBS PLACED ON THE MOTOR WAY-from the airport to the city centre.

MAFIA knew.

The famous judge knew he might probably die-

He never surrendered despite the extreme danger- even mafia pleaded him to give up.

On the 33^rd anniversary

The famous G.Falcone’s words:

‘’Who is silent and who bends his head dies every time he does it, who speaks and who walks with his head held high dies only once. The mafia is not invincible at all; it is a human fact and like all human facts has a beginning and will also have an end.’’

My feeling of oppression on the chest- my growing intolerance towards Sicily- political power.

My life would take a slightly turn- just a slightly one- with ever growing jasmine smell- a new job would come- in 2 years- a love- not a lasting one- but an erotic love from someone who can feel me from very far away- in that ERA. The 90s.

HAS PUBLIC DISSENT A REAL POWER IN THE LONG RUN? Or the extreme fatigue of endurance that make things change slowly but surely.