Right now I'm ashamed to be Italian. Just that I feel I so Italian that I felt today as the first Italian abused as a human being.
And to think that this sentence in the first place the human being mistreated.
Today I feel robbed of the beautiful principles of our constitution, the stories of strength and courage of all our young Italian heroes.
Today I feel ridiculed and mocked by a country that commits money and forces for "peacekeeping" and then slaughters her children in a frenzy of violence, abuse, illegal, arbitrary, in a thirst for blood and power of the burning twin gorges of the squads.
Today, simply and with all the terrible heaviness of simplicity, I know that in my country there is no hope of justice, legality, safety, warranty.
And I know, for once more, that in my country Democracy is a scaffolding painted to hide the truth.
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