Italy, story of a ground shipwreck. Reflections.

It wrecked lives a precarious earth, each generation grew up listening to stories of earthquakes.

The earthquake is a shipwreck on earth. The houses become boats between shock waves and beaten on the rocks. You lose everything, it preserves life, tears, stunned that counts the disappeared on the bottom of the rubble.

It inhabits a land called for the mainland error. It is a land shaken by sobs abysmal. These tonight departed from over four thousand meters deep. A few days ago I was at the antipodes, over four thousand meters above the sea. That mountain in the Alps is not a meteorite fell from the sky, but
the result of pressures and upheavals triggered by the bottom of the Mediterranean. gigantic forces have shaped our soil with upheavals.

You live a precarious earth, each generation grew up listening to stories of earthquakes. So, with the narratives, the living disposing of losses. The rubble moving, he lives again slowly, but in their place are the entries, the words of thrown open, in roofless roofs. Remind, warn not to become proud of any possession.

He arrives blind at night the earthquake and upsets the small countries. But emergency vehicles are stationed in large cities. It was an invasion, which generally would centralize its forces away from the border? For the civil the protector this reasoning does not apply. Every time he has to move his troops with slow reflex reaction. Shipwrecked in the early hours serving the comfort to the heart of any public readiness signal. Instead he arrives before a relative, a volunteer, a journalist. The earthquake is also an invasion, against whom have small reserves and ready scattered everywhere.

"It is like / autumn trees / leaves." The phrase of the Hundred Years War is the soldier Giuseppe Ungaretti tells the feeling of being attached to 'tree of life with just one small point of junction...