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“I’m there on the couch watching TV, I get up, I’m going to kill a woman on a train. Why? I can’t answer. I remember everything, moment by moment, but about why I can’t answer.” , I don’t feel the responsibility. It was as if, driving a car, I ended up at a bus stop and killed 15 people. This is the feeling I feel ”.
Twenty-two years in prison had made us forget Donato Bilancia, They had erased from memory the images of corpses and from the unconscious the irrational fear that might arise, at night, on the carriage of a moving train, with its Smith & Wesson in hand. This is how he did it. After a criminal debut in his world, that of the underground gambling dens, with the seven Genoese murders, Donato Bilancia, a compulsive gambler, had changed the axis of his desire. First, in the world of prostitution, another comfort zone made up of easy prey and a risky situation then, towards the world of ordinary people, travelers, becoming the character we all remember, the serial killer train. This passage, which took place when Libra, a life of robberies and robberies, always within the limits of legality, was now a mature man, led him to the small screens, the undisputed protagonist of the news. Incredibly approachable and terrifyingly close to his murderous parable from home, Libra had become an omnivorous predator who kills anyone within reach, thrilled by the victim’s fear and helplessness.
To Lorena, a victim who survived death by resisting the murderer, one of the fundamental elements for the arrest of Libra. It was when the girl, who at that time made a living from prostitution, saw the butt of a gun poking out of a door pocket, in the cabin of the Mercedes where he had led her to believe they were going to have sex for a fee . He understood. She took her time, undressing slowly, then fled screaming into the darkness of Novi Ligure’s garden where they were stationed, as two night watchmen succumbed to Libra’s weapon to help her.
That night that he saved his life, the police had an identikit. The train killer, the Ligurian monster, as they had begun to call him, would have been arrested on May 6, 1998, after a year of activity in which he had managed to kill 17 victims. From being an impregnable murderer of darkness, he was turning into a common man, humble in appearance. Caught thanks to a series of fines collected for skipping the toll, he would have been framed by the DNA present on one of the bodies, on which he had masturbated, and a series of fingerprints. Donato Bilancia never denied the murders, on the contrary, he also confessed that of Giorgio Centanaro, who died by natural death. He accepted the sentence of 13 life sentences believing it was correct, but never feeling the need to apologize to the victims, at least not immediately.
He felt the need to explain himself, to tell about himself. I would have done it from Franca Leosini, the queen of television confessions, but she said no. He was then interviewed in prison by the Rai container, ‘Domenica In’, by then-driver Paolo Bonolis. “I would deserve the death penalty,” he said, touching the presenter with his hand on the table. It was broadcast among the general controversies on a Sunday afternoon, while in Mediaset they talked about Big Brother. It was a scandal and after that episode he ended up buried in solitary confinement in jail, nobody talked about it anymore. In silence, away from the spotlight, he had fought boredom by studying, with a degree in accounting and a degree in planning and management of cultural tourism. Contrary to what he had told Bonolis, in front of whom he had declared himself an atheist, he had begun to think about God, he had recently asked for permits to assist a disabled child, but they were not granted. He left, assassinated by Covid, telling his confessor, Don Marco Pozza: “I will go to hell, but I ask God to give me a moment to pass by the victims and ask for their forgiveness.”
“An incomprehensible figure” was defined by the criminologist and psychiatrist Massimo Picozzi, co-author with Carlo Lucarelli of a book on serial killers “When a serial killer kills like a Libra, for personal motivation, for revenge and for pleasure, detective work is very difficult.” Intelligent above average, with an IQ of 120, but disorganized, Donato Libra has never been coded with the grid of profiler. Born in Basilicata, but raised in Liguria, marked by the physical and emotional abuse of his father, who humiliated him in public by showing his genitals to mock him, he ends up in a coma twice due to two different traffic accidents. In the late 1980s, at age 37, he was scared by the suicide of his brother, who threw himself under a train with his 4-year-old son in his arms. Compulsive gambler, in the underground gambling scene he is known as “Walterino”. Make money, lose it, play again. That’s when he starts killing creditors and enemies from the gaming world. Change of victimology and scheme to later move on to prostitutes and finally, to train travelers. Books and television series talk about him, without being able to explain what he himself did not know: “I don’t know why, it wasn’t me.”
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