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Rosanna Grall (Oscar against Int the bullying of 2010)
On a hot August night, in a seaside village, along the cliff bordering the sea, a beautiful landscape is the sight of those who are taking this piece of coastline. Everything is wonderfully inviting houses perched on toasted rocks, breathtaking curves cross the coast, sometimes very dense vegetation and under the sea, lapping the rocks corroded by salt. It is four o'clock in the morning, a group of boys is about to return to their homes after a night of entertainment, are all veterans of an evening disco. The cars of the boys are medium and large displacement, the party consisted of 15 boys: the first was Anthony who left the party for business, after it was the turn of Louise who left the band out of boredom at two o'clock, three o'clock and a half Philip also decided to forward the return along with Lucretia and Marisol, but it suddenly decided to stay and go home with Mark. A time ignoring the advice of Lucretia, Marisol was adamant. When the rest of the party decided to return home si formarono i gruppi. Su una vettura salirono Anacleto, Giosuè, Marika e Carmela. Sulla seconda vettura presero posto Salvatore, Fabio, Maria, Antonietta e Francesca, Marco e Marisol presero posto su una biposto di grossa cilindrata e partirono per primi. Marco iniziò a guidare aumentando la velocità sempre più, complice il tasso alcolico molto elevato riscontrato nelle analisi del sangue. La vettura correva sempre più sotto lo sguardo attonito degli amici che seguivano domandandosi come mai una velocità così elevata su una strada altamente pericolosa, tutta curve a picco sul mare; ma tutto ciò resterà un mistero senza risposta. All’improvviso l’auto scomparve agli occhi dei ragazzi e in prossimità di una curve the two-seater, a breakneck speed of 220 mph, began to sway dangerously and ended up spinning on itself like a bullet against a car that was traveling in the opposite direction investing it in full. The shock was terrible, the asphalt remained only a tangle of twisted metal. Marco was knocked out of the cockpit by the impact and instead ended up with the seat Marisol, despite being linked with the belt. This was not enough to save her life. The poor boy who was traveling in the car in reverse, was violently struck in the collision suffered a fracture and displacement of the pelvis, cracked ribs, bruises all over his body and a fractured arm. Prognosis fu di oltre quaranta giorni. Le vetture furono quasi totalmente distrutte. Agli occhi dei soccorritori accorsi sul luogo del disastro, si presentò una scena apocalittica. Il primo a prestare soccorso ai ragazzi, fu un medico anestesista, che fortunatamente si trovava in vacanza nella villa proprio di fronte all’incidente. Quando si recò sul luogo, si rese conto che per la giovane Marisol purtroppo non vi era più nulla da fare. La giovane era completamente incastrata tra le lamiere della macchina con il collo rotto, completamente reclinato su un lato, le mani sul viso nell’atto estremo di difendere il volto dal terribile impatto. Il dottor Primavalle, resosi conto della terribile situazione cercò di soccorrere Marco che versava in gravissime condizioni. Quando arrivarono i soccorritori avvisati telefonicamente dal dottor Primavalle, anche a loro la scena che si presentò fu terribile: Marco presentava emorragie interne gravissime, alcuni organi erano irrimediabilmente compromessi, il coma sopraggiunto immediatamente divenne poi irreversibile. Con molta difficoltà i vigili del fuoco tentarono di estrarre il corpo della giovane Marisol, orribilmente incastrato tra le lamiere. Per poterla estrarre dovettero segare le lamiere dell’ auto, le sue gambe, già terribilmente distrutte, vennero ulteriormente maltrattate e il volto fu reso irriconoscibile dal terribile impatto. La povera Marisol era orrendamente sfigurata e ancor più atroce fu cercare di ricomporre quel corpo straziato. Che terribile destiny. When friends arrived on the spot, the scene which presented itself to their eyes was terrible, horrific screams, scenes of panic, gave no peace to what had happened. Many kids feel bad and had to be sedated, others came to rescue the doctor's wife handing out water and sugar. Meanwhile, the poor boy survived, complained strongly to his injury and although not life threatening but his condition was still serious. After the difficult task of the rescuers that they had was very strong, even the young and help the other car was taken to hospital. At this point, the most difficult that no one wanted to deal with, was to break the news to relatives who have left for place they wanted to see their relatives and were seeking an explanation of what happened. They could not understand why and dazed looking for a response from those present. A long silence descended on the crash site, too long to bear, broken only by the arrival of the girl's mother Marisol, who saw what was left of the car and his body covered with a sheet, fell into a desperate cry. That woman just wanted to awaken her daughter with her crying, he just wanted to rock her in his arms but she was not possible, the police stopped. It was impossible to see, especially for a mother. Poor girl horribly injured in the body. She, her mother, arrived in the pious hope of finding her alive, by phone told her what had happened only a serious accident where his daughter had been involved serious injuries. No one could tell her mother that her daughter was dead in the tremendous impact. The girl was taken directly to the hospital morgue that morning on the whole country an unnatural silence reigned, the sun was crying, sad, and its rays were not warmed, something strange hovering on the coast. In the whole village was declared a day of mourning for three days, the country went out, the premises were open but no music, the pubs were open but with signs and lights low, even at the beach all of a sudden the music stopped, the streets were all suspended events on the calendar, the lights for a while ' were lowered across the country participated in the grief of relatives. On the day of funerals across the country participated in the first were those of celebrated Marisol a white coffin, with a cushion of flowers as delicate as the girl across the country pulled the coffin carried on shoulders by his friends and to step into the alleys where they usually dwelt with friends, a long round of applause greeted her. The next day was the funeral of Mark, he also participated in the entire country, even for him as for Marisol, friends and her friends wore a black shirt in mourning and carried the white coffin on their shoulders with a pillow of roses white and yellow irises. When friends began the procession with the coffin towards the cemetery, in the main square there was a scream, all were silent, made the coffin on their shoulders and rotate a long applause greeted him twice, all the way for both the funeral was hung with white flowers and messages left by so many friends and acquaintances, strangers. Now the two small coffins buried in the cemetery of the village, perched on cliffs overlooking the sea. The breaking waves on the rocks, the wind insinuates itself between the cypress trees seem to sing a lullaby, to make clear their long sleep. Everything is back to normal, the reef has once again become the subject of challenges by many young people who, to escape from the boredom challenge after an evening of joyful revelry. A mystery or legend lingers all around, it is said, that when a young man or woman go beyond the speed dangerously, to rise up from nothing two clouds that slow down the car and gently in a breeze fly away thinking that another life was saved.
This story is dedicated to the memory of two young prematurely torn from life in a summer night after drinking and believed to be able to tempt fate running on a road that had brought them to meet and get lost at the same time. The names and places for privacy reasons were suitably changed and any reference is purely coincidental.
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