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The little one with the woman came to pick up his older brother from school, perhaps the boy lost control of the bicycle and was run over by the school bus
DONORATIC. Let me stay with him. I want to stay by my son’s side. Let me stay with him. The red asphalt is a mother’s cry of pain. Rescuers try to resurrect little Thomas. One, two, three times. “Let me stay with him,” Deborah repeats. Arms forward, towards your baby. She wants to achieve it. But she can not. No longer. Ma’am, you can’t stay here. She has to stay. Red Cross operators compete against time and destiny. One, two, three times. “Again, try again.” “Let me go.” Then the mermaids. And the trip to the rescue by helicopter. “Come, now you can get into the ambulance with your son.” The vehicle doors are closed. The sirens sound. It is a desperate race. Rescuers try to resuscitate the baby again. One, two, three times. But he is dead.
Yesterday afternoon Thomas De Cicco4-year-old was run over and killed by a school bus in via Veneto. At his side was his mother, Deborah De Cicco, 28 years. It seems that the little boy has lost control of his bicycle and that the bus driver did not see him arrive. Then the confrontation and the arrival of help. With the driver in shock and Deborah’s desperate screams. Thomas died shortly after being run over. Deborah is with him. But now there is no more voice to shout. Silence is the hand of a mother caressing a white rose. It is the tear in the eyes that stare at the coffin of a child. It is the caress of a friend in the hair. For Deborah the worst day is made of screaming and silence. Next to her, in the morgue, is the whole family. There is also her partner,. Riccardo pantani. They met in Siena and have been together for about three years. They live in Donoratico. Riccardo didn’t leave Deborah yesterday, not even for a minute.
“My Thomas. Why? “She smiles when she talks about that boy who loved chocolate so much. For a moment it is as if he is there, next to her.” I bought some more, just for him. “But then the pain is stronger than the I remember. The legs cannot hold. Deborah sits down, puts the rose on the ground and stares into space. Hands in her hair and on her face. There is no more breath to scream. “Don’t wonder why – says a relative – there is no explanation for something so terrible. “Yesterday the body of little Thomas was transferred to the morgue of the Donoratico Cemetery, at the disposal of the magistrate on duty and the coroner. For now the body has not yet been returned to the family, but the idea It is the cremation. “I want to incinerate him, I’ll take him to Livorno,” says Deborah, who tells her relatives what happened on that street in the center of town.
“We were going to pick him up (Deborah’s other son, who attends primary school in Borsi, not far from the crash site ed) at school. Then ….. “. Now the voice becomes weaker and the pain stronger. Then little Thomas, at least apparently, would lose control of his bicycle. The school bus, as he turned the corner and entered the only felt by Veneto, he would have taken it in its entirety. “Thomas was such an active and smiling boy,” say relatives, who gather around Deborah and Riccardo’s grief. He works at a local winery. And she has no more tears to cry. He caresses the hair of his companion. An arm around the waist and a gaze into the void, veiled by tears. A white rose held in his hands and the small coffin inside the morgue. Outside, friends and family hug the couple from Donoratico, in the silence of a mid-September afternoon broken by the cry of a tragedy that has destroyed a community.
