Enough with that, police—I’ve been informed; it would hurt your hearts too. You’ve already ruined my life and my career.
They threw me into the scum because I was the key point of that complaint.
The rest is history, but continuing with the privacy violation after my career has been ruined and ended because of that complaint—at least leave me my solitary peace and the right to tell the rest of the world to fu** off. I’ll await my death in peace; money (for someone under investigation in Ita**) is something you see only through binoculars.
I like being loyal and saying it. Those who knew me better than the police and better than my own family defended me because they knew that, in my mistakes and wrongs—which all civilians have—I was more right than anyone else.A judge who believes in true justice, the final one. He should have had protection like the Loch Ness monster; sometimes it’s the strongest who are in danger, not the weakest—like the special forces of the army that stay in their nation in case of internal attack; they don’t leave from there.
They had misled the military and drug investigations toward other matters to create the spider’s trap where the spider enters after the fly is dead, not alive. Then they decided to shift from Sila to Segna for old Caci issues, the massacres…
And I continued recording.”Which were actually misleading but served to bring ghosts into the trial for other matters—that’s what Nichi Moli told me.
In reality, from international events, they turned it into a national issue of the old style.”And come tear out the other pages—what can I do about it. I do my part at the bar; if things go wrong, at most I’ll do 6 months in jail, but thank God the manager already knew—one of the two; the police told him. I didn’t ask for permission but I couldn’t; I made my apologies and paid. It will serve to start the investigations from total chaos; otherwise, I see Mexican Nos at my house—that idiot went to Me***.
And what was I supposed to do? I had to say: I need to architect the future because I’ve already seen it—well, that sounds like science fiction.Yes, it’s true, I loved peace and tranquility, but when external interferences came into my life—and this time the chaos wasn’t judicial but physical—I have to admit it wasn’t bad; I made mistakes, but I had fun.I wouldn’t do it again, but it was fun.
After the judicial earthquake, I was left with a huge problem: my finances were in pieces, and I no longer had a way to get them back on track. The tunnel kept getting darker, and I never saw the light.I spent years waiting for my end. They tell me everything in dreams, down to the details—it’s pointless for them to try. I told them: let me work and pretend I don’t exist; in the meantime, while I await my end, before I become skin and bones, I’ll enjoy the work.
My father always told me since I was a child: “Go work.” A phrase that stayed with me like blood in my veins. He said it so many times that I hardly see a vacation in centuries. Not even a day. You know, when certain phrases get into your veins, they don’t come out anymore; others just go in one ear and out the other—people aren’t repetitive. Until now I say it myself, as if it were contagious.
A man who made the whole of Italy work. Let everyone choose their own profession, I told myself—to me, I like writing.
But when do the money arrive? Nothing. I decided to ask the state for a contribution as a volunteer. Abroad, those who do volunteering are helped by the state. No—wait, I was under investigation; nothing. For them, it’s a dirty record.
Musician’s ears: it comes in and goes out like a flute, but when they say that phrase I like, I—who am 100% positive by nature (I believe)—it gets into my veins.
Luca Cappai 