katwoman64
Joined: 14 Apr 2008 Posts: 662 Location: roma, italy
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 7:33 pm Post subject: ABOUT LOVE |
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Dear Tony,
this story is about unbounded love. It is truly happened, and it it was not written by me.
It was written by hub, and I'll just translate it for you.
THE BITE OF BUROCRACY
Abdallah Feriani, 28, is a Tunisi citizen, not an international spy and not even a terrorist. He is a poor muslim man that in Sicily had found his very personal Mecca under the name of Lucia Frataccia, 28, widow without children, born in Syracuse. He had found her and had decided to live with her. That's it. No bombs, no conspiracy. Something worst. Something that, once upon a time, was named love and hurted nobody and that, today, has provoked a wasps nest of polemics and sent two people to hospital.
The ways of God are endless. The ways of Hallah are, maybe, numerous. The way that signed Abdallah Feriani's destiny is only one, the Siracuse street where the tunisian first met Lucia Frataccia. And it was first sight love, fully reciprocated and with a lot of projects. Between those, the project to wed. The two - so they decided - one day would marry. Problems, there were none: he, for love, would have had refused his muslim religion and embraced the christianism. She, for love too, would have lent a deaf ear to the gossips of her neighbours that said that Abdallah was up to no good. There were no problems, but immediatley there came the troubles.
One day Abdallah Feriani was found by the police with a gun in his pocket. He was charged, went to court, condemned, defined "persona non gradita" and proposed for espulsion. Abdallah, ex muslim that had touched with his finger the pagan heaven had to prepare his luggage and say goodbye to his soon to be wife. So the law had decreed. The law, not him. Anthony Burgess once wrote that a man in love is an anarchist that walks the streets with a time bomb in his pocket. For love, he would do whatever, even the most horrible things. Abdallah Feriani, from the day he was claimed persona non gradita, had had an only enemy: the law, against which he used all his fantasy made bombs.
Monday evening, the evening before the wedding, the tunisian was spotted by two policemen. Traded to the district, not to be sent to his Country, he esploded the first firecracker: "I am a thief, please arrest me", he said. And he was brought to prison, a sicilian prison not too far from the home of his beloved Lucia. A prison, with barred windows. But for him, better than Tunisi, without bars but way farer. But the judge didn't take the bait. A man in love can even be an anarchist. A judge keeps being a judge. And in Italy, where masterpieces are made to elude the laws that impose to some holy man of the high society, we can be sure that nobody will never close an eye to favor whom, in the high society, has no saints whatsover. Abdallah, as confirmed by a fast enquiry, hadn't committed any crime. He had to be expelled.
Tuesday evening. Everything's ready, luggage, ticket and espulsion papers. Abdallah is going back to Tunisi. Lucia Frataccia, desperate, attempts her life gulping down barbiturics. Like Juliet, but with twentifirst century means. The news of the attempted suicide, relaunched by the invisible antennae of love, is picked up by Abdallah's heart. A new tube of pills is emptied without blinking an eye. Another life tries to slip away. Abdallah ends up in hospital. In the same hospital, at the floor below, on the women ward, there is his Lucia. But the story is not ended yet. It's simply suspended waiting for the healing. In a few days, when the effects of the pills will be finished, the espulsion sentence will be carried out. The poison, then, defeated by the medicines, would just be a faraway memory. Not so the burocracy. Slow and deadly it will keep acting. Up to today, nobody has yet found its antidote. Worse than a cobra bite.
Bye bye,
Have a Full of Love 2010
Mimma _________________ “I will write peace on your wings and you will fly all over the world”
Sadako Sasaki |
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