Here is the letter written about two months ago from Brescia, Paolo Scaroni, the victim of a beating of madness by a department accelerated.
Ill.mo Interior Minister
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pc Minister of Justice
pc Mayor of Brescia
pc Prefect of Brescia
pc Quaestor of Brescia
pc 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, passions, values-even healthy- sports 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 (for Brescia fan of the truth 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 returning very serenity to the train reserved for us fans by 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. Lacked few minutes and platforms of the station was completely deserted. What rather 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. Taken from the beating by his friends (themselves affected by the fury of batons), 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 had -attacked and taken to hospital in Borgo Trento, Verona. There have been 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 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, Public Ministry has not yet exercised the 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 malice outputs so instrumental in 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 ' The tragedies of Gabriele Sandri, Carlo Giuliani, and in particular Federico Aldrovandi (happened a few hours away from mine), with a small, big difference: I still my story I can tell, despite everything.
(We would like to add the murder of homeless Giuseppe Turrisi on 09/06/2008 and the last, that of Stefano Cucchi)
The dynamics of the events mentioned above may not be identical, but the will of kill yes, it was the same. Otherwise, it explains the persistence 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 the 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- that I feel every day closer to Frederick, and for no apparent reason. always obvious that there is a justification to unleash such cruelty and efficiency.
My physical functions have been reduced significantly, and despite the long that I undergo rehabilitation for years with great tenacity will not have much room 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 become real their ordeal because of my physical condition), despite still push me very far.
I lost a great many certainties, concerning the Freedom, Respect, 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: daily 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 answer is always the same: yes.
In my humble opinion, what has allowed these people to leave the party worse if it was the security to get away.
seems paradoxical, but in a country like ours where people are talking about " certainty of punishment" and "responsibility" and "silence", the very people who should give the example act with impunity and not breaking any written law, dishonor rationally divided institution represented, defending one of their mistakes impunity.
Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, after so many speculations, I have come to a conclusion : if these people were immediately recognizable therefore responsible for their actions, they would not behave that way and I do not I lost so much.
then I ask: how is it that in Italy the police would not result in a sign of recognition immediate as is the case 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.
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, passions, values-even healthy- sports 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 (for Brescia fan of the truth 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 returning very serenity to the train reserved for us fans by 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. Lacked few minutes and platforms of the station was completely deserted. What rather 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. Taken from the beating by his friends (themselves affected by the fury of batons), 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 had -attacked and taken to hospital in Borgo Trento, Verona. There have been 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 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, Public Ministry has not yet exercised the 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 malice outputs so instrumental in 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 ' The tragedies of Gabriele Sandri, Carlo Giuliani, and in particular Federico Aldrovandi (happened a few hours away from mine), with a small, big difference: I still my story I can tell, despite everything.
(We would like to add the murder of homeless Giuseppe Turrisi on 09/06/2008 and the last, that of Stefano Cucchi)
The dynamics of the events mentioned above may not be identical, but the will of kill yes, it was the same. Otherwise, it explains the persistence 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 the 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- that I feel every day closer to Frederick, and for no apparent reason. always obvious that there is a justification to unleash such cruelty and efficiency.
My physical functions have been reduced significantly, and despite the long that I undergo rehabilitation for years with great tenacity will not have much room 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 become real their ordeal because of my physical condition), despite still push me very far.
I lost a great many certainties, concerning the Freedom, Respect, 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: daily 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 answer is always the same: yes.
In my humble opinion, what has allowed these people to leave the party worse if it was the security to get away.
seems paradoxical, but in a country like ours where people are talking about " certainty of punishment" and "responsibility" and "silence", the very people who should give the example act with impunity and not breaking any written law, dishonor rationally divided institution represented, defending one of their mistakes impunity.
Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, after so many speculations, I have come to a conclusion : if these people were immediately recognizable therefore responsible for their actions, they would not behave that way and I do not I lost so much.
then I ask: how is it that in Italy the police would not result in a sign of recognition immediate as is the case 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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