Vittorio Arrigoni was dead because we are not quite human remained. Or perhaps, the stories and the clouds over Palestine, we are not ever been. I heard the voice of Victor for the last time a few days ago, for an evening that we had organized in Milan on the next departure dellaFreedom Flottille. An evening of silent and dark.
Speaking in Milan of Palestine is like uncovering an island that no one wants to put on the map. His phone call that night was a bridge built in a moment that has led us to a heart so equal in so many different territories. His voice was firm, surgical and sharp man who can not avoid being aware of it.
Speaking in Milan of Palestine is like uncovering an island that no one wants to put on the map. His phone call that night was a bridge built in a moment that has led us to a heart so equal in so many different territories. His voice was firm, surgical and sharp man who can not avoid being aware of it.
