This is the first chapter and the first fragment of my new book, ninety-two. A project that I put in the yard with my friend Oscar Marchisio editor, same as I published "A straight back." Unfortunately, Oscar died this summer and the project ran aground. But do not write. The book is practically finished and only seek a publisher. I think that will come soon. Meanwhile, the first pages, to gather feedback, ideas, tips, and why not, criticism Chapter Zero
I tell it to you so that year, as if it were a distant memory, a parenthesis in our lives, a fragment of no account in our history. I tell it to you this way, as I imagine him to eighteen years later, with the memory becomes weak and the memories that turn into pages of romance. Ninety. Written in all caps, numbers that are name. Ninety is something that you rather put in our bones, it is stratified, rooted, metabolized. Ninety is us, what we have become.
I remember perfectly the day of the massacre of Capaci. I was home, I lived in the countryside in a village a few kilometers from Rome, and I had taken a day off to paint the walls of the salon. My girlfriend at the time but was at work. In late afternoon I went to meet him at the station on foot. I have not heard from the radio or television that Falcone was killed on the highway that leads from Punta Raisi Airport in Palermo. I read in the eyes of my companion, in his embrace, the tears that left me on my shirt. Ninety to me is that, that thick that leaves you breathless, like a knife in his back. And then, only after the images of the chasm and cars destroyed in a special edition of Tg, and the feeling that we were about to see something huge, how huge it was.
Seventeen years after I wrote that year. Starting from Capaci, arriving no desire (for fear of remembering the smell of a Sunday in July) in via D'Amelio. And betrayal. The betrayal was in the air, was knowing that someone who believes in our party had decided not to play with our opponent, but with our enemy.
An exercise of memory. Returning, in fact, to that terrible year. 'This evening I have to abstain rigidly - and I'm sorry, if you disappoint some of you - from reporting the circumstances that probably many of you expect me to report, beginning with those that have arrived in the newspapers these days and relevant for the so-called diaries Giovanni Falcone. First I will speak to the court, then - if necessary - I will speak in public. I can only say, and here I stop addressing the topic, and to ensure that we can engage on this issue too misleading speculation, that these notes that have been published by the press, the journalist from Sole 24 Ore Milella, I had read in life Giovanni Falcone. Your notes are Giovanni Falcone, because I would not want that on this day could be raised further questions. Thus spake Paolo Borsellino during a demonstration organized by MicroMega at the library of Palermo June 25, 1992, a few weeks before his death. The diaries of Falcone. Even Giuseppe Ayala, another maxi pm process, always speaks of these writings in June 1992. "He had a diary in which he wrote everything. Everything was reported in a floppy, because Falcone wrote the computer. To my knowledge, just me, maybe once a Paolo Borsellino, and probably the wife of Falcone, Francesca, we were made aware of the existence of the diary. I do not know if the disk was found and, if found, will of course have read and known. Where, however, was not found or is lost, we lost an opportunity to rebuild from the most authoritative source about what happened to Giovanni Falcone, both inside and outside the courthouse in Palermo. "
The prosecutor at the time of Caltanissetta, Salvatore Celestial (later to become attorney general in Palermo), responsible for investigating the massacre of capacity in the first instance denied the existence of the discs, then admitted in part that file exists " some discs were acquired in the home and offices of Falcone, now entrusted to technicians for transcription. The work is not complete, and is secret. If the disks are private events will not be disclosed by us. " So secret that even they were deleted, which in some way already feared Ayala, as you can tell rereading his words carefully. Unsubscribe from a Toshiba laptop, from an electronic diary on a Casio Notarbartolo in Palermo, from computers in the Ministry of Justice in via Arenula in Rome. By whom? The story is also occupied Gioacchino Genchi who testified later. He says: "After accepting this assignment, in fact, I had to highlight a range of attitudes very different from the Ministry of Interior - says Genchi -. (...) Keep in mind that I then put on the position of Area Director of Telecommunications (...) and just after the massacre, I was given the task to coordinate certain activities criminal, Criminalpol at the head of Sicily's western core criminal. The manager at the time, which certainly did not act alone because you could see he was a spokesman for the will and decisions clearly higher, in fact I certainly facilitated this work (...) we came back with the decoding of the agenda, I received various pressures (...) I was transferred to service needs immediate action, (...) by the telecommunications area Eleventh mobile unit. Returning to the prosecutor Salvatore Heaven, there to say that history, despite his career, denied dramatically. On 23 June 1992, the prosecutor uttered a statement which caused a sensation at the time. In mentioning that he thought the Capaci massacre "there is no mystery regarding the journal." And while there were those who erased the memory of the Toshiba, alter the data on computers to the Ministry and took away the memory card dell'agendina Casio. Suspicions arose immediately confirmed, thanks to the expertise of Genco, arrived some years later. Meanwhile someone, L'espresso, had revealed the contents of these journals, especially the 39 points of conflict and disagreement between the chief prosecutor Giovanni Falcone and Peter Giammanco who put the dead to judge the condition of Capaci and leave the prosecutor Palermo. It was this story the magazine, the decision to remove the judge assassinated the delegation for the investigation of the Mafia until the dispute involving Falcone after the Special Unit of the police handed prosecutors in the report on procurement and that the Mafia chief prosecutor underestimated and belittled publicly.
Borsellino and return to what he said in what was his last public speech before the massacre of 19 July 1992 via D'Amelio. "That's why perhaps in retrospect, when Caponnetto said" began to die in January of 1988 "was right with reference to the outcome of this struggle that he made especially to be able to continue working." It almost seems that today we present the account of what happened 17 years ago. "When it comes to negotiations, presence in via D'Amelio of service men, servants of the state of the infidels, agendas and red office SISDE Castel Utveggio - explains Salvatore Borsellino, Paolo's brother - actually tell you things which even then had emerged but then perhaps been dropped. " As was the case of the statements of Lt. Carmelo Canale, former police sergeant promoted to lieutenant for special merits and collaborator of Paolo Borsellino. In 1994 representations explosive. Among the many, here are a few bars indicative of the climate and character, "Dr. Falcone was very agitated, his eyes were outside, talking Borsellino. "Dear Paul, the head of the failed attack was all'Addaura Bruno Contrada" (...) I was shocked as we descended the stairs and asked who it was Borsellino Bruno Contrada. Wallet begged me not to talk to anyone about the incident (...). During a telephone conversation Borsellino told me he had learned from Falcone intention of Gaspare Mutolo starting to cooperate. Among the first things he revealed Mutolo spoke of corruption inherent in the court Domenico Signorino and Bruno Contrada.
Later, in 1997, Channel, accused by two repentant Mafia, was tried for external association, and then later acquitted (in 2008 confirmation). Even on his revelations, and his story, there are many shadows, and like so many other statements of that back today. It is increasingly clear that at the time, in Palermo two offices of the state very special, i Ros of General Mario Mori and SISDE Bruno Contrada, acting at the edge of legality and, at times - it is the case of Contrada condemned - lead in true collaboration with the crime, in a kind of continuity. The question today is whether the two offices act in competition and unaware of what each was doing the other or if they moved at different points in convergence. It is certain, however, that without their action today would know much more about what happened between 1992 and 1993, the year of the attacks in Florence, Milan and Rome: the two years of carnage.
1. Seriously memory
Imagine a party, no, a party of New Year. A party in a penthouse at Piazza Duomo in Milan. A cold night, serene, the day before. A starry sky that blotted out Fatigue eerie feeling of a city that seemed to come at any moment into a nightmare. But it was time for thoughts "dyed". It was time to feast, to selected guests, to soft music, words read with friends. Ring the bell, the first guests. Salvatore and Ninette. She elegant, discreet, wearing a gown of the best Parisian couture. Him a little 'heavy, thick-set, a complete discrete, tight neck shirt without a tie and a vest attached wool. "Savior, lady! What a pleasure to have you here, "exclaims the landlord adjusting his glasses. "My dear," whispers Salvatore shaking hands with the man above it at least 20 centimeters, "I waited for years the opportunity to meet you." "Please, please, come," he waves his arms the landlord making room for the couple. The man is tall, seemingly clumsy. But it moves easily in the home, and his environment, his lair, his refuge and it shows. "Anna, come, came Mrs. Ninette and Savior." Salvatore stops at the center of the hall, looking around, staring at the city through the large window overlooking the square. "Bellissima, Bettina. Great, nice view. " "Savior flatters me." "No, I mean it. A house that seems tailor-made for you. A house that looks like you. " Meanwhile the two women meet on the side of the great library that occupies the entire back wall of the hall. In one corner, a double bass gives patients the tool, the white jacket on his back tense with the effort. "But tell me, Bettina, Francesco confirmed?". "Sure. When he heard that you were there annulled every effort to Rome and is sinking. I think, a flight rule only for this festival, in honor of his presence. Unfortunately will come later, hopefully in time to toast the new year. "
The two men are interrupted by the doorbell for entry. Anna, the mistress of the house, goes to open. Enter a distinguished man, alone, a slight smile and eyes that close attention be sensed behind the lenses of his glasses. Salvatore watches him go, hand over to a waiter's coat, and then make sure to his host that meets. "Marcello! What joy, were you able to come. " The man casts a sidelong glance at the Savior, then focuses his attention on the man. "He accompanied Mario, is seeking a place to park. I told him to take a taxi and instead is an hour we were going below. But I do not show your guests? ".
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