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weapons.
Many weapons. The weapons are everywhere. I've seen a lot in my lifetime.
I was born in Calabria (and stayed there until the age of 17 years) and I saw guns, switchblade knives, flick knives appear in the hands of my peers, and not just of my peers.
In Rome when hell Casalbertone at the student's home, boys Workers Autonomy and sewed Molotov said that soon would come the P38.
In Rome when hell Casalbertone, the Student House, the Police came to a raid and one of them had a submachine gun engraved notches in memory of some kind of business.
A New York (where I stayed for a long time) when in a bar of "Bruccolino" (Brooklin) entered two boys of color; trembling, sweating, and ordered us to give them everything we had. My girlfriend and some of my friends hesitated, I said immediately to obey: I've got put a Panasonic camcorder, one of the first models VHS.
A few minutes later the cops arrived, and their faces made me more afraid of the robbers.
In London, when they came armed to the teeth booth at a trade show and took us all away.
In Florence, Careggi, when they blew up a bank and came from three people with bloodied face.
In Rome, when the Red Brigades killed my professor of administrative law, Vittorio Bachelet. (television)
In Italy in the 70s when the fascist insurgents tended a trap three policemen. They came to a fiat 500 that blew up. (television)
In Rome when my cousin - who worked in the DIA / Anti-Mafia - I did challenge his caliber 9 and he said to me with a neutral expression, "Do not remove the safety."
I immediately thought that I was lucky not to be a mobster.
And again on TV, when Hamas launching endless objects of death on the houses of Israel.
On TV, when the Jews bomb the homes of Palestinians and Hamas, killing mostly women and children.
A Ferguson (St. Louis / USA), when a cop shoots a little boy with his hands up.
Weapons, weapons, weapons. More and more weapons. Weapons that we see, we touch, entering the lives of us all.
A weapon is an extension of the courage of a coward.
Who uses a weapon is a coward.
There are words. There are fists: Challenge me from man to man by dint of blows. They are also easy to break down, are reduced in stature and weight. Bring me as well. Will you give me ten, a hundred blows, and I'll give you one, I just, I'm happy.
But do not shoot, you coward! The weapon is unnatural.
Kaspar: You too have a gun.
Sergio: Yes, that shoots water. I do enjoy it in the summer, to irritate my dogs.
Kaspar: And when they are angry?
Sergio: I bite. And I'll stop.
(Sergio)
Many weapons. The weapons are everywhere. I've seen a lot in my lifetime.
I was born in Calabria (and stayed there until the age of 17 years) and I saw guns, switchblade knives, flick knives appear in the hands of my peers, and not just of my peers.
In Rome when hell Casalbertone at the student's home, boys Workers Autonomy and sewed Molotov said that soon would come the P38.
In Rome when hell Casalbertone, the Student House, the Police came to a raid and one of them had a submachine gun engraved notches in memory of some kind of business.
A New York (where I stayed for a long time) when in a bar of "Bruccolino" (Brooklin) entered two boys of color; trembling, sweating, and ordered us to give them everything we had. My girlfriend and some of my friends hesitated, I said immediately to obey: I've got put a Panasonic camcorder, one of the first models VHS.
A few minutes later the cops arrived, and their faces made me more afraid of the robbers.
In London, when they came armed to the teeth booth at a trade show and took us all away.
In Florence, Careggi, when they blew up a bank and came from three people with bloodied face.
In Rome, when the Red Brigades killed my professor of administrative law, Vittorio Bachelet. (television)
In Italy in the 70s when the fascist insurgents tended a trap three policemen. They came to a fiat 500 that blew up. (television)
In Rome when my cousin - who worked in the DIA / Anti-Mafia - I did challenge his caliber 9 and he said to me with a neutral expression, "Do not remove the safety."
I immediately thought that I was lucky not to be a mobster.
And again on TV, when Hamas launching endless objects of death on the houses of Israel.
On TV, when the Jews bomb the homes of Palestinians and Hamas, killing mostly women and children.
A Ferguson (St. Louis / USA), when a cop shoots a little boy with his hands up.
Weapons, weapons, weapons. More and more weapons. Weapons that we see, we touch, entering the lives of us all.
A weapon is an extension of the courage of a coward.
Who uses a weapon is a coward.
There are words. There are fists: Challenge me from man to man by dint of blows. They are also easy to break down, are reduced in stature and weight. Bring me as well. Will you give me ten, a hundred blows, and I'll give you one, I just, I'm happy.
But do not shoot, you coward! The weapon is unnatural.
Kaspar: You too have a gun.
Sergio: Yes, that shoots water. I do enjoy it in the summer, to irritate my dogs.
Kaspar: And when they are angry?
Sergio: I bite. And I'll stop.
(Sergio)
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