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«You are that wind that has always blown, but that manages to prevent me from falling. You are the immense of a past moment, the best part of my dream ». As in the verses of Ultimo’s song “Piccola stella” there are the unspoken and shouted words, the wounds, the caresses, the love, the nostalgia and many memories in this first past year for the Mecca family without Stefano and Marzia. The garden of her house, in Gazzaniga, perched on the hill, is still bathed in the same light as that day September 21, when Francesca Ongaro was waiting with Matteo, 8, her youngest son, and with her dog Spike for the return. of her husband and her three daughters on an excursion. Nothing in that stillness heralded the hurricane that was about to overwhelm them. “We were happy and we hardly realized what we had,” he says. A silent tear shines in the eyes, one of the many shed in these days when the images come alive, as if time had stopped there, in that knot of fire and pain, twisted metal sheets, white hospital rooms . However, this family has come a long way since then, a path of suffering but also of transformation and rebirth: “We have become the brave family,” explains Francesca with a smile. Despite the effort she managed to keep the strings tied, being a pillar while it seemed that everything around her was collapsing.
FROM L’ECO DI BERGAMO
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