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If life becomes a mission. Due to force majeure.

I can only vaguely imagine the phone call. And a little 'actions, mechanical, later. Keys, doors, stairs, voices, street lights, concrete and asphalt. Practice.

The rest do not.

Suddenly Mary must have felt nothing. He saw the empty take shape. The stomach torn. Thoughts suspended. The physical like in another dimension. Unknown, different, far-fetched. The atmosphere around pacatamemte chilling. The pain is inexplicable and not narratable. Twists and reset everything.

Before thin, then thicker, the anger must be revealed. From the heart arteries, must have wrapped the body, transforming the pulse, the pulse of ordinary activities.

Finally, the sensation of a force that makes its way. The key to survival, the hook to hold on to avoid being swallowed up.

can not imagine what she experienced and is experiencing Mary Liguori, the reporter of The Morning Call by his newspaper to cover the crime of mafia in San Giorgio a Cremano. Innocent victim, the father.

A cruel and unjust situation, where the facts speak, speak for themselves. Violently ill at the life of a family and a woman.

The Life of Mary Liguori will always have more contours of a mission. Due to force majeure. Even more than when he decided to be a journalist. In a land proverbially and really difficult. A life of daily mission. A life heroes. Deliberate choice or not. But often in these parts, the right to choose is for the few.