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Franco Bechis
How wonderful to see the joy of Rosetta, the mother symbol of the fishermen of Mazara del Vallo prisoners of Haftar in Libya, and since yesterday morning free, at sea to bring their fishing boats to Italy. For months, tears have flowed in Italy in front of hospitals and cemeteries, and seeing those eyes shine with happiness is a small miracle, the true Christmas of this year. Beautiful, beautiful women of Mazara: mothers, daughters, sisters. Rosaria, Nuccia, Cristina, Zohra, Chaima and many others. Some were still in Rome where they changed from family to family, transforming themselves into living monuments in front of those political buildings that seemed deaf to the tragedy of their loved ones. They were received a couple of times at the Farnesina and Palazzo Chigi, sometimes some politicians approached them in the square, who knows whether to give true solidarity or take the opportunity of the photo and exploit it for the controversy of the day. Those women were left alone for a long time, even by Farnesina, and perhaps the only institutional contact that was never lacking was that of the Minister of Justice, Alfonso Bonafede, who was born in Mazara del Vallo and still has his home there. parental. We have all forgotten a little about Rosetta and her “daughters”, like those men who for 108 days were imprisoned in a prison on one of the most dangerous strips of land in the world.
But now let’s fill our eyes with that joy of the singles and their homecoming. An act of justice, however, the negotiations carried out by our secret services with a controversial and questionable regime, not recognized by almost all the countries of the world. I do not know what the price of this liberation is and I do not want to think today about the problems that could come to Italy from that flight that yesterday took the Prime Minister, Giuseppe Conte, and the Chancellor, Luigi Di Maio, to the Haftar bunker. I am not so naive as to think that the liberation of the fishermen was carried out for free, and the price will hardly have been limited to that kneeling of the leaders of our state in front of the tyrant and his military. We will bear the consequences in the coming weeks and months, including those that came from a very homemade expedition full of errors and no minor accidents. But today is the day of smiles and beauty, not this.
Thank you Rosetta, thank you women of Mazara for showing us the power of waiting, given the meaning that we were losing in the season of Advent, before the wonder of Christmas with a few days in advance. Those men will disembark today in their Mazara, all will be cleaned and quarantined in their families’ home. They already communicated it yesterday with the coldness of the procedures of these damn times. As soon as they are free, they will thankfully be locked in their homes, in the arms of their wives and children. Not in that of mothers if they live a few blocks from them. They will not be able to spend together on December 24 or 25 because the quarantine will not be completed. Then luckily it will end, but no one will return to freedom if today that same government that is proud of its liberation closes them at home with the absurd rules of Italy seasoned for the holidays.
Mr President of the Council, what is the point of having freed them to put them all in a new prison, certainly sweeter, certainly bearable, but still? In fact, there is no dramatic situation of the virus at present neither in Mazara nor in the province of Trapani. The data is low, the situation throughout Sicily is improving. So it’s like wildfire all over Italy, and if in the northeast the confinement for holidays is not only understood, but is even invoked by local administrators, because we really have to lock everyone in a cage after long months of effort, of work, for someone’s drama, just when you could lift your eyes and breathe? And if you stubbornly want to shoot those handcuffs out of your own fault, at least forgive this corner of Sicily, allow those people who have been together in Haftar’s not exactly welcoming prisons, or in the square like those women, celebrate together without limits this time. Christmas. Men huddled together for months in Libyan captivity, women who, at the same time, never parted in their hard waiting, why could they no longer see each other, find themselves free? Will it not be granted to us? At least do it for them. All red, but at least the Mazara free zone.
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