Marco Piagentini with a child
forced him to sleep, Marco (kept private until now conscious) has closed his eyes thinking exactly the opposite. That is, having lost only Leonardo. "I see Stephen as he was here, now. I see her standing on the sidewalk in front of our house, with Lorenzo's arms. And I see Luke in the car where I had spent thinking it safer. " There are memories that need to pause to become words. Marco takes breath, look into the eyes of his lawyer, Graziano Maffei, and takes up the story. "My Luke ... After the noise of the train that derailed and after a strong smell of gas I realized that we were all in danger. I ripped out of bed while asleep and ran off. He woke up a moment and looked at me. Have thought "are the arms of my father safe," and it was back to sleep. Instinct told me to put it in the car and so I did. I left them out there and ran home again, to take Leonardo. And at that moment was the end of the world. I've seen get the flame, blue, as tall as this room. I'm safe because I held my breath and tell me that if I had inhaled the gas I would have burned his throat and lungs, no escape. The debris engulfed me and I was thinking of Leonardo, thought he was dead. I never imagined just that the fire could take Stephanie and Lorenzo and Luca reach the car where he slept. Now when I think of them I knew that I always make others happy. I remember them starting from this premise. " Piagentini The family lived at number 36 Viareggio (Lucca) 
It was the most dramatic night that Yet the evening of 29, before the doctors Viareggio memories. The train load of LPG that arrives at the station, derailed, the tank that hole, explosions, a neighborhood brightly lit by the flames and then only the sound of sirens for hours. He was there, between the fire and rubble. There was his wife, Stephanie, 40, and there were his three children, as they say in these parts: Lorenzo, two years, Luke, four and a half, and Leonardo, who is now nine years old and minor injuries to remind him that night. Marco chasing a memory: "It sounds strange but I knew I had left and only Leonardo I was sedated. When I woke up I saw the eyes of my parents who tried so desperately to get me and make me strong. They could go on and on without telling me what had happened and one day my brother in law was to address the issue. Stephanie and the children were dead. But for me it was not a surprise. I already knew, there was no need of words. I do not know how to explain it but somehow I had received from his coma. I had a very strong feeling of hearing the voice of Leonardo, but only his, the others are not, not even a whimper. I had nightmares and nightmares in recent Leonardo was a positive presence, the only one. The others were absent, I never even dreamed of and lamia mind has translated all certainty that nothing in this dream meant no life. They were dead. "
Nobody knows except those who have lived
. Difficult even to imagine the chain of emotions and difficulties days in a burns unit. Before leaving, every morning, Mark has to medicate, get help to wear braces that protect the skin. It takes one on the face, but not quite clear why someone is not aimed at him. "I do not mind. I go out and do a normal life as possible. I can not give up and stay at home. Throw me away would be a gesture that Stephanie and children do not deserve. I'm a Catholic. They are here, next to me and I can not disappoint them. " Disappointments, if anything, Mark has received. "The silence on the massacre was disappointing. And then I find disconcerting is the mysterious length of the investigation. " It would have things to say, Mark. To dispose of anger. But having to navigate every day and time horizon, he sees his family, a thousand times more important than any controversy.
Nine months of investigation and no suspect. Again I ask, but if he had died in this senseless tragedy burned to death the son of a judge or a politician, we would still be without indsagati?
I guess not.
From today's Corriere
Diary of a farewell
It is titled "The word order. Diary of a suicide" (Rizzoli), the book collects the pages written by Robert Tatafiore in the three months before taking his own life What next Wednesday
Waiver of "relationships", Roberta Tatafiore, friends -in first anniversary of his death - will be in bookstores: "The word order, diary of a suicide" (Rizzoli, 160 pages, 17.00 €). It is not just a chronicle of despair, it is also a meditation on death, a reflection on life and a study with a singular subject: herself and her grief. A will. Sincerely Tatafiore investigates his subject ("there is resentment and anger in suicide," he writes on 11 January), which actually has accompanied her throughout life, the dramatic death of his father killed by a worker lost his mind . A life in the preface that his friend Daniele Scalise calls "rich, confused, bewildered and sad, brave to recklessness, "certainly unconventional, as his studies that led from feminism, to investigate the world of paid sex and then in recent years to rethink the legacy of feminist battles and choose the confrontation with the secular right , in collaboration with the Century of Italy to work at the association for the care of cancer patients of Francesco De Lorenzo. In these three months in which he constructs his own death, for all of them, as well as for friends, prepares a series of lies, a parallel life that allows her to isolate herself in her home near Piazza Vittorio, to withdraw into the gray area in that 'it hurts to live but to die, " lost in the readings of Marguerite Yourcenar, Sylvia Plath. It allows her to study and investigate the stories of female suicide, even on the question later ("I do not exclude a priori the existence of a place / not place before the life, accompanies and beyond), launched in late , looking back at the loves and sorrows of life. 
