Arezzo, 17 May 2020 – He died at eight years of age, died in the terrible crash after a fall from the third floor, in the heart of the historic center, among the ancient walls of the most precious treasure chest in Arezzo. He died with a famous name on his shoulders, because he was the youngest son of Michele Bacis, footballer of Arezzo in Serie B and then coach of the Amaranth team in the years of hell in Serie D.
Late in the news the news is still fragmented, because the tragedy occurred when it was already full night, around 10 pm. It is therefore not known why the boy fell. For sure there is only the dull thud on the pavement, also heard by the neighbors, in alley of the Goddess, a narrow narrow street embedded between via Cesalpino and via Montetini, just below Palazzo Cavallo.
Immediate alarm on 118, who immediately sent an ambulance. A fall in the dark, as dark as the night that looms, the alley of the Goddess presents itself to the first curious and the first journalists who rush. The ambulance and police, who intervened on the spot, have already left.
The ambulance with its load, the dying child that doctors desperately try to revive on the way to the hospital. No way. When the rescue vehicle arrives at San Donato, the boy is already exhausted, perhaps already dead, perhaps dead even before the rescuers’ attempts.
The Pegaso of the regional helicopter, which had already been activated for a desperate race to Florence, turns off the engines. The blades stop sadly: there is nothing more to do, it is useless even to take off. All too easy to imagine the desperation of the parents, in particular of the father Michele, of which just a few weeks ago La Nazione had told another drama.
He, originally from Bergamo, just 40 years old, touched in the dearest affections by the contagion that saw the Lombard city as its epicenter. My uncle was also there, he had confided, among the coffins taken away by army trucks, images that had moved Italy.
It seemed already terrible, but Michele, a defender of money orders, a strong point of the Arezzo in Marino’s season, did not know that something even more unthinkable and unimaginable, like the death of a son, awaited him shortly. Moreover, in such absurd circumstances as a flight from above, in a building in the ancient city, in the middle of the night.
At midnight in the alley of the Goddess now clear and dark like the tragedy that has just unfolded, only a couple of cameras remain, some photographers and reporters. Understanding how it really went, under what circumstances the boy flew down is still impossible.
It will take hours and patience to rebuild, to put together the testimony. In the street there is only one neighbor who tells: he heard a terrible scream at the same time as the fall. Perhaps it was the father who had noticed what was happening. A heartbreaking cry and a poor little body on the road.
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