How are you?
As a survivor. With shattered femur and shoulder.
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A push in an attempt to rob her?
No. I got stolen from my reaction to a clumsy mugging. I tried to be a hero without being a hero.
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At 92 years old …
Gi. They wanted to trick me out of the bank. They thought: here’s an old stoned. They made me feel naïve. But I’m not like that. Old yes, but stoned no.
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So…
I chased the snatcher who was trying to get into his accomplice’s car and held him by the arm while the partner accelerated. I fell to the ground and they dragged me for a few meters ….
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It looks like a movie, it could have ended very badly.
a paradox for a director to feel inside a bad movie: like the cowboy thrown from the saddle who gets his foot entangled in the stirrup of the runaway horse ….
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Vito Molinari hospitalized in a Humanitas room, three days ago they operated on the hip, the arm and shoulder are stiffened by a brace, the heart is constantly monitored. But it reviews the stages of the ambush suffered in Milan, between piazza Wagner and via Monterosa, as if it were in the Rai editing room, one of which was one of the founding fathers, from the inaugural broadcast of 1954 to the two thousand Carosello, passing through dramas and variety on Saturday evening.
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Scene number one.
I had just left the bank with a thousand euros in cash. A few steps towards via Monterosa and a car crosses in front of me, barring my way. I am forced to stop. Suddenly a door opens and a young man gets out and comes towards me in a festive way.
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Scene number two …
The guy I’ve never seen greets me like an old friend: hello, how long haven’t we seen each other? I look at him puzzled: I don’t know you, I say. And he: but how, we also ate together. How are you?.
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Aren’t you starting to suspect something?
I understand that I have to get out of a dead end. We are in broad daylight, in a good part of the city: I signal him to let me pass, we have nothing to say to each other.
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And the elusive friend?
He goes on to tell me about his life, which I don’t know. I got married, he says, I set up a shop, I want to give you three of my meloncini. At this point I replied dryly: I don’t care. But he insisted: take them, if you want, give my partner a tip.
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It looks like a Checco Zalone movie …
To get it off my feet, I put a hand in the inside pocket of my jacket. I keep a few fifty and twenty euro notes held together by a clasp. While I was looking for ten euros he saw them and threw himself on that money like a beast, running towards his accomplice’s car.
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How much was that money?
In spans, two hundred, two hundred and fifty euros. In hindsight I say that I should have let him go, but I got so angry at being made fun of that I went after him. I felt like a fool.
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Instead he did like Rambo
In certain circumstances, he no longer thinks with his head. If I had had a gun, I swear I would have shot him in the legs. As he threw himself on the seat I managed to grab him by the arm, but the accomplice accelerated and I was dragged onto the asphalt. And so here I am, with a broken hip and shoulder.
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Snatching and scams to the elderly are something miserable and cowardly, a rage on those who are most vulnerable. His defense was legitimate, but he risked his life for just over two hundred euros.
This was a mistake, I say it for other citizens who, like me, may have an understandable instinctive reaction. You don’t have to be a hero, not being one.
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July 3, 2021 | 06:53
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