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Looking at it like this, from the outside, it looks like a bedroom drowned in midair. Outside the recycling bins blackened by fires and gutted like victims destined for sacrifice, bad signs in the direction of Naples or Caserta. Inside a heat that bounces off the asphalt, with flower beds without a blade of grass and without color. It is the Parco Verde di Caivano, the ‘park of horrors’ after two children, Antonio Giglio and Fortuna Loffredo, flew from an eight-story tower in 2013 and 2014. For the murder of the little girl, who was raped before falling to pulp on that black asphalt like the souls of these demons, he was sentenced to life imprisonment …
Looking at it like this, from the outside, it looks like a drowned bedroom In nothing. Outside the fire-blackened recycling bins and gutted like victims destined for slaughter, bad signs heading for Naples or Caserta. Inside a heat that bounces off the asphalt, with Flower beds no blade of grass and no color. And the Green park from Caivano, the ‘park of horrors’ after two children in 2013 and 2014, Antonio Giglio and Fortuna Loffredo, they flew from an eight-story tower. For himmurder of the girl, who was raped before being reduced to pulp on that black asphalt like the souls of these demons, Raimondo Caputo, known as ‘Tito’, was sentenced to life imprisonment and 10 years for complicity with Marianna Fabozzi, mother of Antonio Giglio.
Attacked by his brother for his relationship with a trans
To try to understand what happened, we have to start from the ‘context’, from the Green Park, from that stale point that in less than five years became the tent bastion in the north of Naples, having eliminated the ‘primacy’ of a Scampia and Secondigliano. A bastion, as the investigators say, in which the few purified who live there are hostages of a gang of criminals who impose a curfew. And also the point of view that becomes habit and dominant thought.
Michele Antonio Gaglione, 30 years old, wife and two children, a business of car rental, seems to be registered in the small circle of people who seek normality, who manage while everything around is storm. He was born here, grew up here, lives here.
Day after day Michele Antonio breathes those toxins that are even more dangerous than the ones it releases Land of fires. Little by little, that man sees the smiles of his friends, suffers the small arrogance of those who walk in the park with semiautomatic machines with the first year worn out: “Miché, but the one with your sister is omm or femmena? “Or the unsolicited advice of the ‘guaglioni’ who sell the kobret between the blocks protected by closed circuit micro cameras. “Miché, you should tell your sister that you are so ashamed of that, that it is a shame to bring home a trans. In the neighborhood we don’t talk about anything else. “A worm that gets stuck in the man who tries to keep his life safe from crime, but who is forced to deal with it every day.” Miché, I saw your sister go out with her friend this morning ”, and he laughs to which he does not respond because he is convinced that María Paola’s ‘vice’ must end, that it is time to cancel that Lgtb deviation which makes him fight with his wife and has made him a laughingstock in Green Park.
So he prepares to teach a lesson Cyrus and lead his sister back to the path of sexual orthodoxy, cleaning up the “pus that infected her.” Twenty-four hours after the death of Maria Paola Green Park does not change its skin. Someone is going to hide a gun in the basement of a building. “Mo ‘here comes the Seventh Cavalleggeri. Michele is just nu’ strunz, he just had to do a paliatone (hitting, ed) his sister and the trans.” Angelo, a friend of Michele’s since his school days, stands with his eyes wide open. “We have never been carefree, ours has always been a false smile, which served to cover wounds. We are not homophobic, Michele no, I scream loud “.
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