On Wednesday, January 7 a minute of silence in schools for the six young Italian victims in the tragedy occurred on the New Year’s Eve in the basement of a bar in Crans-Montana, in the Canton Valais, Switzerland, in one of the most important ski resorts in the world.
The balance of the fire that found the boys trapped down there is very heavy: 47 dead and 115 wounded, of which many serious, with burns whose effects are still difficult to assess. The Italian authorities were timely and attentive, the family ask for justice.
I must have, but I have heard so many times, too many times. Meanwhile, it was known that the owners of the club had permission only for the bar and not for a sort of disco in hell. It is known that the renovations had even narrowed the escape route from below.
We do not want to replace the ongoing investigation with easy moralisms, but a rule must be valid all over the world, since Italians always make us pass by: first not profit, but security, especially others. Young people or not, because dear parents and family I have in my heart, you have to know that the dead are all equal and everyone suffers (hamé I have interviewed so many in my career) for the broken lives unjustly.
But when in addition to the fate there are responsibilities, we must ask the Swiss institutions the maximum severity for those who have failed. A few minutes before writing these lines arrived in Linate with a state plane five of the six Italian corps, then the flight will go to Rome, while the funeral of Sofia will be held in Lugano.
I also do the other names: Achilles, Chiara, Giovanni, Emanuele, Riccardo. The dead are all the same, but certainly see their fresh faces of adolescents, just on the still huge davanzale of life, makes impressions. They have no fault, no need to insist on dementia induced by social media, that the boys resumed the flames by making videos rather than notice the serious danger.
Of course, the immersion of the brain of our young people in obsessive virtuality has not improved their sense of reality, but we are adults who have to make them enjoy the night of San Silvestro in total safety and thinking about their safety. We do not exchange, as we always do, the cause for the effect. For brain convenience.
And we make this immense pain the engine of a cultural revolution: the life of others always in the first place, whether it is a bar or a yard or a stadium, whether it is work or play or passion. Safety culture as a priority and not as a fetish to scan or avoid to spend less. But now only a hug to those who remain, to those who suffer.
Article The boys’ massacre comes from IlNewyorkese.
