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Overcome by illness, he was the nephew of former mayor Camilli. He will rest in the village cemetery with his uncle Simone
PITIGLIANO. Tommaso was 10 years old and had an unbridled desire to live and see the world. Yesterday morning Tommaso flew to heaven after a long and exhausting illness, leaving his family and friends dismayed and in pain.
Tommaso pozzi is the grandson of Pierluigi camilli, former RAI journalist and former mayor of Pitigliano, son of his daughter Chiara and of Agostino Pozzi. His death is a new and unbearable wound for this family, already struck in 2013 by a very serious grief, the tragic death of Simone camilli, son of Pierluigi and brother of Chiara, who passed through a bomb explosion in Gaza during a report by Simone, an esteemed photojournalist, contributor to international newspapers and press agencies.
It is difficult to find the words to describe such a tragedy. Maybe impossible. There are no words in such circumstances. There is only one disturbing question that Pierluigi Camilli asked the chaplain of the Bambino Gesù hospital in Rome -after the boy’s hospitalization- who yesterday morning went to bless Tommaso’s little body: “Father, what is the point of all this?” . The chaplain caught the meaning of the question and with understanding whispered: “I am here because I have not stopped asking myself these questions, we can only entrust ourselves to God.”
Tommaso lived in the capital and was a fan of Rome. Red shirt and cheerful smile, he liked to go to the stadium to watch the games. His favorite player was Francesco Totti and one day he managed to have an autographed photo of him that he jealously guarded.
However, Pitigliano remained for him the land of fairy tales. He always wanted to go back, play hide and seek in the alleys, chase each other with friends in this charming town. Pitigliano for him was a kind of toy town and he was very close to her. He was so excited about it that at his school in Rome all his classmates now knew and appreciated the city of tuff. He also took the oil produced in Pitigliano to school, which he liked very much. And it is no coincidence that one of his last wishes was to be able to collect olives to make oil.
Friends lovingly fuck Tommy. He was an explorer, to be more precise a cub, who had chosen fingerprint search as his specialty. That is also why he always asked Grandfather Pierluigi to leave his house in Pantano, in Pitigliano, to go see the wild boars, thorns and all the animals that live in that area and then go looking for traces.
Pierluigi Camilli says that when Tommaso saw Pitigliano his eyes sparkled and when he admired the view from the curve near the sanctuary of the Madonna delle Grazie he exclaimed: “Grandfather, how beautiful Pitigliano is.”
And it is precisely in his dreamland where little Tommy will rest, in the town cemetery, with his uncle Simone.
The funeral will take place this morning in Rome at 11. The coffin will then arrive at Pitigliano.
The journey from the capital to Pitigliano will be specifically modified to pass once again from the curve of the Madonna delle Grazie, the ideal hug between Pitigliano and Tommaso, a mutual, rich and intense hug between an intelligent, happy and friendly child and a country whom we will miss very much their careers in those alleys in which an air of sadness hangs from yesterday. –
