"The story of a" judge boy 'of the first appointment in Locri. A Wild West where the unwritten law of organized crime seems to be worth more than that of Stato.E which is hard, often impossible, to extricate himself with the weapons codes and investigation. But this is not enough to surrender. " dialogue with the author: Mimmo
Gangemi, writer
Saturday, May 8, 2010 - 18:30
Archaeological Museum - Via Nazionale Jonica, Monasterace
The words of the prosecutor announced that we were going to go to war. With a few men, few resources, few resources, no chance of winning. We describe an enemy in the house, people you meet at the bar, a much different from what you do in other Italian prosecutors. The prosecutor said
solemn phrases, her words were alarming, but the tone he used was ordinary, she had no excitement. It seemed that the war would involve not much. Perhaps it was used to, maybe not a war he felt her, maybe he knew it already lost.
E quella che descrive Cascini nel suo romanzo è davvero una realtà parallela, in cui sette omicidi in sette giorni sono la norma se è in corso una guerra tra clan e un procuratore della Repubblica, per prima cosa, deve abituarsi non alle aule dei tribunali ma all'odore nauseante dell'obitorio. Questa è la Locride, il centro della 'ndrangheta Calabrese, who controls the territory so extensive that in San Luca, the town of Aspromonte in the news of the eighties for the kidnappings, New Year's Eve is celebrated in the same way: by shooting buckshot at all state symbols, including the police station. A situation which is difficult to understand without having breathed the air of places like Africa or St. Luke, one wonders if such feelings are living men of the state for those who walk the streets, running through the darkness of those countries out of the world, full of people arrayed against them. "
With History of a judge Cascini try to tell what it means be a representative of the state in the land of the 'Ndrangheta , and to do waivers easy moralizing and rhetoric to focus dry and direct style . And in the end it is impossible not to share the author's words: "The feeling of being in the midst of a war was taking more and more body. A war of which no one cared about. "
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