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You can see that each family is happy in its own way, from the hug in Ciampino. In front of Francesca and Giulia, the mother and sister. A few steps back the father, Enzo. They hug Silvia in a wail of tears, a sweatshirt with the word Arizona rubbed on the green Islamic jilbab. He to dedicate a bow to her, in the white shirt the blue satin vest that is worn at night as musicians. The mother who told Silvia to her friends who cannot be told what to do.
The dad who never stopped believing it (I know he’ll come back, he said in September), he has always brought the guitar to the charity evenings of the NGO Africa Milele, at Christmas he moved to the Acli club in Lambrate while John Lennon was singing and so this is Christmas and, meanwhile, the images Silvia’s flowed, it never did. hides on Facebook his admiration for his daughter’s difficult decisions: You are a great person! … You are demonstrating that you do not bow … Proud of you! Now all together, at a safe distance and not just for Covid, all to welcome a girl born from nowhere, found in a new faith. Great respect is needed for every decision, the priest of Casoretto, Don Enrico Parazzoli, is recommended: Silvia risked her life every day. He wondered every day if he would see tomorrow. None of us knows what it means to be kidnapped. And then, the concept of conversion, for Islam, a kind of contract: you commit to observe certain rules and this guarantees you a type of protection …
Someone had warned them before that Aise’s plane landed from Mogadishu, and perhaps the Romans are the least surprised of all. Humble people, simple family, summarizes a friend who knows them well: what it takes to recover a Silvia who no longer seems the same or, perhaps, shows herself for what she has always been. If there was one thing that kept the family together in these 535 days without news, people like many who lived scattered through different separations and paths, it was silence. Absolute. Never rude, always standing in the apartment on via Casoretto, a former working-class suburb of northeast Milan; as in the house where Enzo lived with his new partner, Cris; in Giulia’s apartment, first in London, then in the big Milanese hotel where she had returned to work. I stick to the privacy that was asked of me, every time Francesca Fumagalli responded. I consult with the rest of the family, but I know we don’t talk, Romano Pap always said. Don’t make me say anything, his sister closed regularly.
Now a recent friend speaks for them that Silvia and her mother met three years ago, on vacation in Capoverde: it had no effect seeing her in a Somali dress, says Daniela Todarello. She has always been a girl who knows how to adapt to the environment around her. Her friendship group is called No Stress and this, according to Daniela, is that the Romans ask after a year and a half of nightmare: I know Mom very well, confesses Paolo, a family friend, at the beginning of this story it was very proven … While waiting in Milan, the album with photos of memories comes out: Silvia at 14 with the snow, on a trip to Paris, in the meadow with the dog Alma … I’m sure – says an old schoolmate – When Silvia was there, she thought about those moments. They helped her survive.
May 10, 2020 (change May 10, 2020 | 10:59 pm)
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