VIAREGGIO - If you can not see and walk, at least feel what is happening. In this July morning in September it seems, television and radio, for the few who could not reach the dock, are a painful consolation. They, too, so, participate in the mourning and the town turns into a bubble suspended, which slowly empties. A sad pilgrimage, on foot and by bicycle, goes to the Stadio dei Pini. And if you look at it from within, the journey in Viareggio that celebrates the victims of the sinking of the fire, is a solitary journey through the deserted streets.
Shops, offices, bars and restaurants are closed. The shuttered, mute signs. Signs hanging from the windows invite the public to the 'last goodbye' and remember the time of the ceremony. At 11.10, in front of City Hall officials expect a pair of journalists who have not yet collected the pass: "Ten minutes and then we go home. Now there is nobody here, people are all there. " On a bench in Via Battisti Florentine two girls embark on a necklace: "No, we do not go to sea. Today is a good thing. It's time to pay tribute to the pain, start again tomorrow. "
Later, towards the market, a siren marks a truce to peace via Cavallotti unreal. In the burst of walking every day, no one should have noticed that the ice cream parlor The Penguin the fridge and that buzzing relentlessly to ruffle the tricolor draped in mourning by way of fans or air conditioners are Zanardelli the windows and the din of the south-west. "We do not feel to attend the funeral, we went our mothers," he confessed three kids under the arcades of Piazza Cavour empty. Will soon be the only ones wandering around here, because the newsagent Alfredo has nearly closed the kiosk. Fast, recount yields: "If I took care in time to arrive at the stadium too." They are all under the pines of the Viareggio Torquato Bresciani. The beaches offer their homage to the victims. Desolate never seen on the sunny coast of Versilia. In a sign of respect, the bathrooms were closed umbrellas. 
"I have told us that vacationers will not be until the afternoon out of respect for the dead," says Simon Giannessi to Neptune. "You will not find a Viareggio," adds Simone Cortopassi, lifeguard at the Whale. He has just finished explaining to six Germans who may rent a tent from only three. Showed him the flags at half mast. Even in the prohibited tunnel via Ponchielli, with the escort of firemen, now you can walk. There are patches, merged things to things, and wreaths on the rubble. In walk in the shadow cones of tents sparkle cocktail or ice cream. Liberty under the balconies vacationers (many) lost move. Burlamacco observe that always smiles. He, too, black-edged. And there are those who swear that on the night, between the hangar of the Citadel of the transient time has stopped and the paper mache mask symbol of the carnival has drawn a face.
Posted by Mario on Blacks Florence Republic (07/08/2009)
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