Qualche giorno fa, per caso, mi sono imbattuto in una lettera della scrittrice albanese Elvira Dones . È una lettera dura e polemica: non recentissima, ma estremamente attuale. Ho deciso di pubblicarla, perché, prendendo a pretesto una infelice (l’ennesima) battuta del nostro Presidente del Consiglio, tocca un argomento (lo sfruttamento della prostituzione e il traffico di esseri umani) sulla quale troppo spesso domina o l’ignoranza o lo spietato cinismo. L’ingresso, nelle nostre city, thousands of girls for the purpose of exploitation is the most tragic denial of any idea of \u200b\u200bbringing people and cultures. Combat this phenomenon, with the weapons of information and knowledge (and certainly not with the police repression against prostitutes, as would many of our legislators), is a duty that no one should ignore. And the words of Elvira Dones, angry and passionate, they deserve to be read, reread, and ponder.
" Excellency the President of the Council, I write for a newspaper that she does not read, yet a few words I have it to him, because Friday's casual sense of humor has touched people very dear to me, "the beautiful Albanian girls." While the Prime Minister of my country of origin, Sali Berisha , confirmed the commitment of his government in the fight against smugglers, she pointed out that "for those who bring beautiful girls we can make an exception." I do those "pretty girls" I met them, I met dozens of day and night, hiding from their pimp, I followed up by Garbagnate Milanese in Sicily. They told me glimpses of their lives broken, choked and vandalized. A "Star" i suoi padroni avevano inciso sullo stomaco una parola: puttana. Era una bella ragazza con un difetto: rapita in Albania e trasportata in Italia, si rifiutava di andare sul marciapiede. Dopo un mese di stupri collettivi ad opera di magnaccia albanesi e soci italiani, le toccò piegarsi. Conobbe i marciapiedi del Piemonte, del Lazio, della Liguria, e chissà quanti altri. È solo allora - tre anni più tardi - che le incisero la sua professione sulla pancia: così, per gioco o per sfizio.
Ai tempi era una bella ragazza, sì. Oggi è solo un rifiuto della società, non si innamorerà mai più, non diventerà mai madre e nonna. Quel bitch on the belly has erased any glimmer of hope and confidence in man, the slaughter of the customers and pimps destroyed the uterus. On "Beautiful Girls" I wrote a novel, published in Italy under the title sun burned. Years later turned a documentary for Swiss TV: I went in search of another beautiful girl named Brunilda, his father had asked me in tears to investigate her. He was a father like many other fathers Albanians with whom their daughters were missing, abducted, mutilated, hung upside down in a disused butchers if they dared to rebel. He was a father like you, Mr President, just less lucky. It still is not the father of Brunilda accepts that her daughter is dead forever, drowned in the sea or executed somewhere in the suburbs. He still hopes, dreams of a miracle. A long story, President. .. But if I knew I could count on his attention, we will send you a copy of my book, or send the documentary, or I would gladly talk to her. But the warning, Mr. President: I reply to the beats, not swallow. In the name of every star, Bianca, Brunilda and their families, these few lines I had them to him. In these twenty years of difficult transition, Albania has run much suffering and many wounds inflicted with his own hands, but the Albanian people is also increasing the desire to finally walk back straight and head held high. Albania has no patience or sympathy for the humiliation free. I think if she would stop to consider the human drama as material for jokes by late night bar, would not that stand to gain.
This "joke" I think is understated in these past days when the controversy raging Bertolaso, but binds deeply at the thought and actions of people like Berlusconi and Company, thoughts and actions in which the respect for women is put under your feet every day actions that are no less criminal than those who exploit the Albanian girls are just disguised gallant gestures or expensive gifts. I am deeply ashamed and I apologize to all the Albanian women.
Merid Elvira Dones
PS All the people who receive this communication I hope sentano l’obbligo civile e morale di trasmetterla ad altre persone. Grazie, Elvira ».
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