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That night the group of Bianchi Brothers had aimed it, it was for him the mixed martial arts blows that then struck Tail. Who knows, therefore, in what spirit Federico Zurma, twenty-one years old, fellow student of Willy Monteiro Duarte live the relationship with fatality.
The first attempt to contact you is via Messenger. Federico waits a few minutes and then responds, “Yes, I am friends with Willy, I am sorry but I am still deeply shocked.” Dark sweater, mirrored glasses and short hair in a photo on Facebook, Federico tries to look ahead: he has projects, strategies and methods to realize his future. He studied at the Fiuggi hotel institute, where he took a course for chefs.
“Right now – he says shortly after, with his hand on the phone – I’m in a kitchen, studying to be a cook. A profession that Willy had also chosen for him. I apologize again but besides being shocked, I am also a bit busy. The accent is slightly Roman, the voice is controlled, the tone is calm.
Do you think about the night between Saturday and Sunday?
“All the time, but I really try not to.”
Willy intervened in her defense when he saw her in trouble with the Bianchi brothers …
“Yes, but I would never have taken a non-peaceful initiative to restore souls. Let’s talk about a balanced boy.
Has an explanation been given for the reason for this absurd death?
“To avoid a fight, to restore peace, the people (the Whites, ed) does nonsense things.
Do you want to talk about what happened that night?
“I will wear it for life, I prefer not to comment today. I can only say that Willy really was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He was heard by the police …
“Yes, and I also know that I will have to testify in a lawsuit against the group, but, I repeat, I am trying to get my life back.”
Do you think it will never be the same again?
“I’m sure, but I have to move on somehow, now I regret having to go back to work.”
Nothing will ever be the same as before. On Sunday morning Caterina, in her early twenties, repeated it to everyone, while waiting crouched on a bench in Piazza Italia in Colleferro: “Something terrible has happened, we will never be the same again.” Admonition addressed to adults, without exclusion: with the death of Willy the age of innocence ends in this small community in the south of Rome. Yet woe to stray! Better, much better to move on, knowing that a kick in the face can shatter the very idea of a community. Willy’s friends parade under the carabinieri barracks and in front of the representatives of the Town Hall, the traffic police, the councilors and the councilors. They do not know that the violence of a few runs the risk of endangering the nights of many.
The out-of-control nightlife issue has been addressed, but remains unsolved. Young mayors like Pierluigi Sanna, who leads Colleferro’s center-left coalition, swear that the nights here are still quiet: “It is true that there are those who in the past protested the noise but you cannot think that what happened is normal.” … ». His other colleagues, such as Domenico Alfieri, mayor of nearby Paliano, have a different vision: “Even the nightlife has fallen ill. People who organize punitive expeditions, noise until dawn, drug dealing. We have alerted those on duty, but we cannot carry everything on our shoulders. Everyone, including families, must do their part. Now probably more than before.
September 8, 2020 (change September 8, 2020 | 08:49)
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