of Alberto Prunetti - from www.carmillaonline.com
Italy, northeast, in February 2007. Giuliano Bruno is a high school student anti-fascist. After returning from a rally in Treviso is attacked and beaten by a group of neo-fascist skinheads.
Giuliano does not go out of the house, afraid. Since that incident
spend a few days, friends invited him to come out. They leave in the car, go to the center of Treviso, one of them goes down, goes in search of another partner. Then comes back and tells Julie, "Do not quit! Skinheads are coming!" Arrive. They open the car door. Julian has been in conjunction with another boy. They ask: "Are you Bruno Julie?". "Yes, I am."
hit him with violence in mind. The friend tries to defend him. The broken nose. After the second assault
Julian left school, no longer wants to stay in Treviso. He begins to wander through Europe. Join the demonstration against the G8 Haligendamm, Germany. Back in Italy, found some odd jobs. Then he starts to study, this time in Trieste.
the morning of May 5, 2008 are in the earth under his house. Suicide.
From Buenos Aires to Treviso
Giuliano Bruno's family was sheltered in Europe in the Seventies to escape the pseudo-fascist dictatorship in Argentina. The story of Julian is linked to that of his grandfather, Osvaldo Bayer, one of the best known Argentine writers.
"They gave me 24 hours of time to leave the country otherwise I was a dead man ...." So Osvaldo Bayer, born in Santa Fe, Argentina, in 1927, told me the story of his death sentence, which was published in a newspaper of Buenos Aires and sentenced by a clandestine group of extreme right in 1974. At the time of the interview, later published in Il Manifesto, I visited him at his home in the Belgrano neighborhood, in that corner house in the city Rio de la Plata that his friend Osvaldo Soriano, eternal provocateur, called a hovel. It was the fall of 2005 and Buenos Aires was coming towards me with the words of this old man with a long white beard, author of the novel "Severino Di Giovanni" (1970), the "Patagonia Rebelde" (1972, forthcoming in Italian for publishing Eleuthera) and, more recently, of "Rayner y Minou" (2001).
The idea was to tell me by Osvaldo his life and the historical research dedicated to emigration of Italian politics, which led him to write wonderful books, works so radical that the military - seized power in Buenos Aires with a coup in the seventies - not content to force the author into exile, but came in to burn every copy they could rake. Finally, because the measure was filled, banned the film based on the novel by Oswald and that he himself wrote, the "Patagonia rebelde, Héctor Olivera, Silver Bear in Berlin, but banned at home with a lot of persecution directed against the entire staff, including the extras. Argentine excesses seemed in those days, and when I talked to Osvaldo and distant past persecution.
I remember when I was indiscreet, speaking of the writer Rodolfo Walsh disappeared, I came to ask for too much detail about his death. The tears that bathe the eyes for a moment of lucidity Osvaldo not disturb her, because he, like Walsh, is in charge of writing in difficult times.
Yet Oswald, forced to flee, forced to hide in the house of anarchists, always ready to organize projects conspiracies against dictatorships - like the time he organized together with Soriano and García Márquez the project, then remained on paper, of a mass return of exiled Latin American intellectuals - would not have thought, in that quiet morning porteno, having to once again write words to love so much. Still writing about persecuted, killed by, friends forced to commit suicide to escape torture, drink from the bitter cup of a time just a coward. It is a violent "Oficio de Escribano, amigo," recalled Walsh would. The testimony of writing, to be violent to write, to write about violent acts. An era that seemed closed and instead forces Oswald, in which the Madres de Plaza de Mayo have dedicated their literary cafe, writing again, to fill the ink those blank pages every morning at six o'clock, they begin to appear on his desk.
But this time the task is more bitter. Because the young rebelde, a figure that reappears in many pages of the work of Oswald, an anarchist is not born a century ago, nor a martyr to an idea that comes to Baires by ocean barges. This time, Oswald wrote to his niece, Julie Bruno, the son of his daughter Ana, who still had his little fit in a hurry on a plane to Europe because he did not know the horrors and violence orchestrated by a group of fascist the reins of the state. Tragic paradox and eerie twist of fate, one that led the young rebelde in Italy this from the ground to accommodate the political exiles and refugees is the space of persecution. Why
Giuliano Bruno was not killed as Carlo Giuliani, either as Nicola Tommasoli. He is not dead even as that of Romanian which no longer remember the name - perhaps because the foreigners in this country are also deprived of their name - and that has fallen out the window of a police station, or maybe it was the stairwell, and even those who cares, the newspapers will say that this news did not even spend nearly a paragraph. Bruno Giuliano died breathing this atmosphere that we live every day in Italy, this mixture of fog in Weimar, fear and grotesque Argentina Italiot farce. Dressed by the pogrom and regurgitation neorazzisti, from the attacks of skinheads, intolerance towards anything that is not the desire to cheat the next to buy the SUV. Bitter and sad era, a "bad night" on which Julian has responded with the last of the rebel movement, which claims that its right to secede from a world so vile and deadly. Reported by
Gino Paccione
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