I remember the kidnapping of Aldo Moro 
I remember the kidnapping of Aldo Moro. In March of 1978. I remember I was in school, media, and when we went out into the street we found an unusual scene. Outside there were many parents waiting for their children. There were mainly mothers. I remember that we were amazed to see them before us. They were worried. My parents were not there, but the mother of a classmate who had abducted us speigò Mr Aldo Moro. I went back as usual to walk home, but I was worried, m ain sense vague, smoky. It was the first time a concern, "external", that is, from another world requires their attention. It was a knock on the door of the school. I remember the kidnapping of Moro impressed me from this unusual event: the alarm in the circle of daily life for something that happened far away, at a distance seemingly huge for us kids. Then the images on TV where the car was taken away Moro, and the other in the days following impression on me, I confirmed once and for all that the "outside" was bigger, much bigger than my neighborhood and also of my city. You could abduct people, it could be kept closed in a hole and then killing them. It was really a big thing. I had understood at once, watching the eyes of mothers outside the school.
I remember the kidnapping of Aldo Moro. In March of 1978. I remember I was in school, media, and when we went out into the street we found an unusual scene. Outside there were many parents waiting for their children. There were mainly mothers. I remember that we were amazed to see them before us. They were worried. My parents were not there, but the mother of a classmate who had abducted us speigò Mr Aldo Moro. I went back as usual to walk home, but I was worried, m ain sense vague, smoky. It was the first time a concern, "external", that is, from another world requires their attention. It was a knock on the door of the school. I remember the kidnapping of Moro impressed me from this unusual event: the alarm in the circle of daily life for something that happened far away, at a distance seemingly huge for us kids. Then the images on TV where the car was taken away Moro, and the other in the days following impression on me, I confirmed once and for all that the "outside" was bigger, much bigger than my neighborhood and also of my city. You could abduct people, it could be kept closed in a hole and then killing them. It was really a big thing. I had understood at once, watching the eyes of mothers outside the school. 
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