I WALKER MISSING
The man was alone.
walked along a fence, bordered by a wooden palisade, which is overlooked by many people with their faces expressionless.
seemed like automatons or surrogates showed that the expression of their creator, nothing!
The man looked at them and continued on his feet, slowly, being careful not to trip over objects placed at random along the way - on every subject there was a written statement: "think of the career, think about money, think of mind your own business; fregatene of others envy your colleagues and all those who have more than you; fregatene ... .., he thinks, but who makes you do. "All the words that would stop anyone.
The man continued without fear - he even read them, he knew where that road would lead him - Every now and then approached someone who was pulling him by the hand to take it away from that perilous route.
was just the man she saw in the distance, a group of people and could make out the expressions on their faces - you came over and greeted them by asking what they were doing there.
They answered that they were waiting for him to do, along with the rest of the way - they did not know where they would be finished, but they knew where they would take. GP
not walked on the dangers.
Some of those individuals without a face, they insulted and spat upon him, and throwing money and gifts too, but they continued to walk without taking account of those expletives and those gifts.
They did not need anything, just find, in the midst of the crowd, someone to show a face, an expression, someone to show a feeling of love and respect.
The road was hard, the road began to climb more and more - were able to glimpse, through the crowd, someone who wanted to climb over the fence to reach them, but were immediately blocked by others who were still in them, aberrant, disruptive and conviction.
Some of the group of intrepid walkers withdrew or was lost by reading the sentences written on the obstacles that still impede the path.
It became more and more small.
I write that I saw them but did nothing to help - only after they had disappeared along the horizon, I asked myself: what do we mere mortals in front of these men who walked the street looking for, only , to free ourselves from the powerful to fence erected along our way of life?
I thought of entering it and, with my small force of fifty, I want to help free the others and find the thought of missing, not to frustrate their sacrifice and that marked their path, freeing it from those obstacles that Nowadays, more and more increasing, with our cynicism, our indifference and our fear.
are still many who are gazing at - but I want my face, repeatedly manipulated but never changed, I can be proud of this, but I do not do anything if other, yet do not follow the sacrifice of walkers disappeared.
Dedicated to Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino, and all those who fought and sacrificed for humanity at the cost of their lives.
Gaetano Similar MacColl
