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Frana Valmalenco: friends in celebration, two cars. The intersections of destiny in the drama of Chiareggio

What if.
Think about it. Whole vita, all the time that remains to turn these two simple words in the head It is in the heart, to reflect on the assumptions and on alternative, to continue with the perfidious imagination to turn on the endless carousel of possible and impossible destiny. What if.
Who knows who had done the moods, between the small Leo five years and the sweet Alabama, who was having his birthday on Wednesday. Who knows who will have made a simple, innocent request on the hidden order of the destination, and who will have said yes.
Who knows if it was natural for the little ones to be together, perhaps on the way out in one car and back in another.

The two cars of friends went towards the ristorante at high altitude just to celebrate the birthday of the tiny one princess, ten years is an important number, the first two-digit, the last of elementary, an immense and beautiful and long future amputated mercilessly by an avalanche of mud and stones, daughter of a summer rain sudden and hydrogeological instability that knows no end in this Desperate country, to any latitude. A day of celebration, however, one to laugh and make fun of, to discuss the discomfort of a lockdown perhaps finished and of a dark age, perhaps one disease avoided and of tears avoided, which instead are all around the corner ready to mingle with rain and al mud, to the screams of a father and a mother who will dig shortly thereafter, after the curve, with their bare hands in the tragedy, in search of smile they will never have again. What if.

Who knows if one of those parents will hesitated, faced with the whims of the child that fate wanted to leave orphan and that he wanted his little friend princess in the car for the ride, like that let’s play, dai Alabama, come with us. Who knows if one will have said come on, instead come with us both, and he would have the invitation saved the vita; or if they said okay, so we follow you, nobody runs and nobody gets hurt, and instead those two cars one after the other they are overwhelmed by half mountain, and Alabama’s parents see the one with theirs in it child carried away, for a hundred meters to the stream, in a breath. What if. It was sunny when they left. A beautiful sun without it threats if not a little bit of sweat, and perhaps the cry of the child who wanted his friend with him. And maybe the little girl will have smiled, and come on mom, let me go, what’s wrong with doing it happy Leo. See you arrival.

What if. For all the years that will remain, when Leo will wake up solo and will grow, and will have a destination emerged from the water and from stones and from mud, a destiny without mom and dad. For all years which will remain with the parents of Alabama, who took ten years to fill it there vita and a second to leave it deserted. An immense time ahead, the memory of one request, come on mom, it’s just for a while, time to get to Chiareggio. So I’m there in front, I turn around, and see you. For all the years that will remain, to look ahead and always be the same demand.
What if.


August 14, 2020 (change August 14, 2020 | 07:08)

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