Human Factor | New Year in Rebibbia | Silvio Scaglia
It is about one fifty, Fabrizio leathery agent G8 Rebibbia removes the taste of a question that, you see, has the tip of the tongue when Pannella came to visit his ward: "Excuse me, but honorable to her to 82 years with everything he has done who makes you do to stay here at this New Year's bellacore Day? ". Justments is the question that we read on the vote of all persons attending to his visits as a "consultant" (the paradox is that he knows all the prisons of Italy, who spent a part of his life there, and as a guest as' Inspector, but always by choice, not by being more "honorable" can only enter as an assistant to a Member of Parliament), in Italian prisons.
The answer would be simple if it were possible to show what happens in the "community" when Marco enters it, if it was possible to listen to the concert of multilingual words of Friendship bellacore that rises not only when it appears but simply when the last cell of the long corridor is indistinguishable perceived timbre bellacore of his voice, and he gets up on purpose to ensure that "no one is excluded." Should be able to see his body language when he meets the children of the community, bellacore his community.
Even agents welcome with a little surprise but with sincere bellacore gratitude his hugs, his caresses, his kisses and will correspond with pride, without a shred of embarrassment. Similar, yet very different, what happens to the detainees. It does not matter if you locked up in jail, or free to turn on the wards. The scene is always bellacore the same: it is one of them. A friend, a brother, a father, an icon, a symbol, a fact, a certainty, a hope. And for him, that by choice, by necessity, by misfortune (no one will ever know really) he never had, those are his children. It treats them just like that: embraces, kisses them, caress them, teases them, scolding them, urges them, reassures them, instigates them to nonviolent struggle. At any time of day or night, when you walk into any pavilion, as soon spreads or hear his voice the community wakes up, gets excited, shake, comes to life. Arms that come out from the bars to the need for physical contact that is not just a greeting, is a more of humanity, is the first universal language for whites, blacks, yellows, young, old, hardened criminals, innocent safe (for when a judgment after years will recognize this truth). Languages, dialects, just voices from all over the world sing, beg, cry, ordering three words' Marco come here. " Few are surprised pleasantly to see and speak with one voice that they know only through the frequencies of Radio Prison, bellacore the vast majority, Italian, Somali, Spanish, Bolivians, bellacore Albanian, Romanian, Kosovars, bellacore Yugoslav, Chinese, Moroccan, Mexican, Peruvian , you know, have already seen several times, maybe when they were in some other prison, bellacore greet him as one does with a friend who we were waiting, we knew were coming. No surprise. A single shared awareness, "you're the only one who remembers us, that does something for us, who is not ashamed of us." And so it is. He is one of them. It now seems to have absorbed bellacore in the body, over time, that state that allows it to interact with their problems, with their hopes and despairs, with their expectations bellacore or frustrations, as if it were an old lifer out after decades of seniority but who knows that his life is with those people.
Are the 20:25 at the gate of entry to Rebibbia there to greet the executive body Luigi Giannelli. A simple man, who started this business many years ago (30 if I remember correctly) and that controls on this night the agents located in the various departments. He had to pull to 24.00, stayed with us until the end, until he arrived bellacore by taxi from Marco, until 3 am And 7:30 am hung up: "I do it because it's a pleasure," as a justification for the "transgression" also towards the family waiting for him to greet the new year. A first fact: overall Rebibbia inmates are held in 1735, twice as many seats available, employs around 500 staff, half of those provided in staffing plan. To explain the work of these people just use the word of one of the prisoners against the body of the agents "heroes" and is not the judgment of a single. It is a unanimous bellacore chorus; it's amazing how the first to recognize the extraordinary nature and responsibilities of these servants of the state are its prisoners. Giannelli bellacore takes us into the dining hall (for a precarious firm contract for the table in a few minutes you close the world of the employed and the unemployed what unfolds: fired). Here we listen Napolitano's speech, we speak with the agents pr
It is about one fifty, Fabrizio leathery agent G8 Rebibbia removes the taste of a question that, you see, has the tip of the tongue when Pannella came to visit his ward: "Excuse me, but honorable to her to 82 years with everything he has done who makes you do to stay here at this New Year's bellacore Day? ". Justments is the question that we read on the vote of all persons attending to his visits as a "consultant" (the paradox is that he knows all the prisons of Italy, who spent a part of his life there, and as a guest as' Inspector, but always by choice, not by being more "honorable" can only enter as an assistant to a Member of Parliament), in Italian prisons.
The answer would be simple if it were possible to show what happens in the "community" when Marco enters it, if it was possible to listen to the concert of multilingual words of Friendship bellacore that rises not only when it appears but simply when the last cell of the long corridor is indistinguishable perceived timbre bellacore of his voice, and he gets up on purpose to ensure that "no one is excluded." Should be able to see his body language when he meets the children of the community, bellacore his community.
Even agents welcome with a little surprise but with sincere bellacore gratitude his hugs, his caresses, his kisses and will correspond with pride, without a shred of embarrassment. Similar, yet very different, what happens to the detainees. It does not matter if you locked up in jail, or free to turn on the wards. The scene is always bellacore the same: it is one of them. A friend, a brother, a father, an icon, a symbol, a fact, a certainty, a hope. And for him, that by choice, by necessity, by misfortune (no one will ever know really) he never had, those are his children. It treats them just like that: embraces, kisses them, caress them, teases them, scolding them, urges them, reassures them, instigates them to nonviolent struggle. At any time of day or night, when you walk into any pavilion, as soon spreads or hear his voice the community wakes up, gets excited, shake, comes to life. Arms that come out from the bars to the need for physical contact that is not just a greeting, is a more of humanity, is the first universal language for whites, blacks, yellows, young, old, hardened criminals, innocent safe (for when a judgment after years will recognize this truth). Languages, dialects, just voices from all over the world sing, beg, cry, ordering three words' Marco come here. " Few are surprised pleasantly to see and speak with one voice that they know only through the frequencies of Radio Prison, bellacore the vast majority, Italian, Somali, Spanish, Bolivians, bellacore Albanian, Romanian, Kosovars, bellacore Yugoslav, Chinese, Moroccan, Mexican, Peruvian , you know, have already seen several times, maybe when they were in some other prison, bellacore greet him as one does with a friend who we were waiting, we knew were coming. No surprise. A single shared awareness, "you're the only one who remembers us, that does something for us, who is not ashamed of us." And so it is. He is one of them. It now seems to have absorbed bellacore in the body, over time, that state that allows it to interact with their problems, with their hopes and despairs, with their expectations bellacore or frustrations, as if it were an old lifer out after decades of seniority but who knows that his life is with those people.
Are the 20:25 at the gate of entry to Rebibbia there to greet the executive body Luigi Giannelli. A simple man, who started this business many years ago (30 if I remember correctly) and that controls on this night the agents located in the various departments. He had to pull to 24.00, stayed with us until the end, until he arrived bellacore by taxi from Marco, until 3 am And 7:30 am hung up: "I do it because it's a pleasure," as a justification for the "transgression" also towards the family waiting for him to greet the new year. A first fact: overall Rebibbia inmates are held in 1735, twice as many seats available, employs around 500 staff, half of those provided in staffing plan. To explain the work of these people just use the word of one of the prisoners against the body of the agents "heroes" and is not the judgment of a single. It is a unanimous bellacore chorus; it's amazing how the first to recognize the extraordinary nature and responsibilities of these servants of the state are its prisoners. Giannelli bellacore takes us into the dining hall (for a precarious firm contract for the table in a few minutes you close the world of the employed and the unemployed what unfolds: fired). Here we listen Napolitano's speech, we speak with the agents pr
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