Cocaine And Tightening Of The Chest

Today is May 23, 2008. For this country, my small town in Molise, a day like the others, twenty-four hours with no meaning at least for most of the inhabitants. For me it is not. Today is a particularly special because it marks the sixteenth anniversary of the death of Giovanni Falcone, my idol and my hero. Here everything seems strangely quiet, but a few miles from here, thousands of people gathered to pay tribute to Judge Falcone, his wife Francesca and bodyguards. How I wish I be there! In this time I would not want more! I would not be in Las Vegas, or New York or even next to the famous actors in Hollywood, I would be in Palermo to pay homage to the hero number one. Perhaps John did not want to be called a hero, but it's the only word that comes to define it: in the dictionary there are no words to describe it. Immense. Maybe it's the only adjective that comes close to his figure. Immense because it is the immense work he has done in his life, immense because it was his immense courage and immense because it was his immense love for others, great for all that has been immense. Immense ...

If someone asked me where I was and what I was doing May 23, 1992, to be honest I could not answer because I was not born yet. I was coming to the world only fourteen months and sixteen days after the death of Judge Falcone. I've never seen live on television, I never heard his voice live, but today it is as if I knew him from a life and I learned to appreciate all the work he did with his colleagues and individually. I believe that you can not really describe what this man for me, the way his story has changed my life positively, I now desire to cooperate with the justice system to combat the mafia, is indescribable, but I think it can be read in my eyes and all those people who, like me, believe deeply in what was Giovanni Falcone and he did.

Today, sixteen years after his death, I can only say that I am sure never to forget everything that these people have done for our freedom. I will never forget their smiles, their faces, even though I have only seen on documentaries or yellowed photos stored. Nothing, no factor in human (or animal) will never stop my belief and my ideas, nothing will prevent me to follow my path ...

I want to be a magistrate. And that I owe it to John.

Thank you because you gave a meaning to my life!