di Federica Pezzoli
6 maggio 2009
E' passato un mese dalla scossa di terremoto che hit Abruzzo. Death, destruction, broken lives. For many, nothing - giustappunto, death. For others - the "lucky" survivors - the tents, discomfort, and having to start a life with great difficulty, with the hope of social solidarity. A constitutional principle, but an illustrious unknown in our beloved country - Italy.
The media have recounted the suffering of a large population, which in a few minutes he has lost everything. In this apocalypse made of dead bodies - too many - and rubble, also survived Laura, a woman (former) transgender, for me a friend who, years ago, fate made me meet them and know where they are reborn and few others, such as T. devoured by the beast of the century, a young mother who goes out in a few days, I shared one of the most important pages of my life. Laura, also like me, like many of us, or transgender (former) transgender women only for the state, looking for years of a life at par, for Laura, however, in a hard land, Abruzzo - too often, a foreign land that often rejects those who are lesbian, gay, transgender, (ex) transgender.
her that I have heard in recent days. Yesterday I wrote a letter, the same as that sent to local newspapers and regional Abruzzo. A letter soaked with the acrid smell of who wrote it in the rubble in a land devastated by the earthquake. Unlike many, and many survivors, the media chose not to give her voice telling his story of Abruzzo earthquake, and the infamous suspicion arises that we did it because (former) transgender. Laura also lives in fear, topped by a great uncertainty, in a marked loneliness. Today, a life even more isolated. If before the earthquake, its existence was difficult in a city culturally unfamiliar in welcoming the Other than if - or transgender (former) transgender, lesbian or gay - now, for Laura, it was all pretty darn complicated.
I leave to his words. Do not let us leave to fall, with indifference, in a vacuum. In the silence of nothing
consciences.
<< E come ogni sera sono di fronte al mio pc a smaltire la paura dell’ennesima scossa di pochi minuti fa. Rifletto sulla tragedia che ha colpito la nostra città, più vostra che mia, a dire il vero … mai avrei pensato, nella mia vita curiosa e complessa, di dover aggiungere alle già tante devastanti esperienze, anche questa ancor più terribile del terremoto. Pur non avendo perso né casa né cari, la mia fragilità mi sormonta. Sono l’unica transessuale in questa città, nata e morta in questa città. Ma un giorno diventammo in due, per qualche anno, prima che Manuela Di Cesare fu massacrata a Pescara dove era fuggita in cerca di un lavoro normale.
Today I feel this city a bit 'me, because it brings into the wounds that I carry in a lifetime. And that brings me closer to people, hopelessly lost everything. Home and work. The loved ones, their pets. And with the home lost their inner life, memories, images, smells of their walls. But more disconcerting is the fact that they have lost their cradle. The house is the birthplace of each one in which everyone was rocking. No one can survive without its cradle, all have one. And now, people no longer have one, will look for another one ... and there will be those who will find it more because they do not have time. Because this wound has taken away the dreams, desires, talents, imagination. FREEDOM '
And many will be busy for years to putting up four walls to protect them from the cold and pain. And that might not kill anyone ...
Why this tragedy, "announced" it can not be claimed by anyone, because the culprits soon become ghosts and skeletons that no one can catch. The horror that I see around, I observe him for years, unfortunately when I decided it was not right for my status as a transsexual, and blindly flee the province tricky. Without my family and friends I could not survive a journey so mysterious that time represented the dream of life, with I do not find time anymore. This city, now fragile and untouchable, he removed any possibility of talent, intellectual wealth, but in spite of everything, now do not dispose of that rag in the toilet area that I built, and yet I hope God brings you back a few individuals all the light is ours. Now imagine that among those affected by this tragedy there are also those who have contributed to my tragedy, people who 20 years ago, we were isolated, ridiculed, beaten, expelled from public spaces. ... and I will not rage on. Well, I suggest to these people, that another important occasion as this, to think about how important it is to be welcomed, helped, loved, respected, in their most difficult moments like this, maybe will not have anymore.
I have learned over time (perhaps) to defend myself, but we all have a duty to stop turning our heads the other side when we meet someone who is different from us, and this is really the magic moment to reflect, to learn to share their lives with others, without creating unnecessary suffering in others. I feel a deep pain for what happened to this town but I loved deeply and eternally hostile. Maybe someday, maybe, we will make peace, it is important that all of them, and tell all the people who are suffering, they soon find themselves back where cot a rocking ...
LAURA, San Demetrio or Vestini, April 24, 2009>>.
Article published on http://blog.libero.it/Pezzoli/
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