The disappearance of Sarah Scazzi ended in the worst way. We could not imagine an ending so dramatic as incredible.
Last night I made the mistake of zapping after seeing the beautiful service of hyenas on detainees Pianosa: I was stuck watching Chi l'ha visto?, Kidnapped by the paradox of the situation by looking unsuccessfully to incite the poor girl's mother to send everyone to hell and run home to get precise information on the fate of his daughter, as all the cameras were pointed at her but no institution was keen to protect it.
useless.
The poor woman was still, understandably frozen by the crescendo of news which may have hoped to find denial, a Sciarelli embarrassed trying to explain to her the now taken for granted his daughter's death but never mention the word feral or ending any sentence passed from one agency to another trying to fill the lack of compassion with a cold reading of press telegraph, the journalist sent, at the back of Sarah's mother, tried to get in touch with the public prosecution or the Police to confirm the welter of voices, but the phone was no field or no answer, the family lawyer, sweating and worried on the one hand moving frantically phoned reception and looking for privacy, the other trying to throw water on the stove waiting for official news.
useless.
The poor woman was still, understandably frozen by the crescendo of news which may have hoped to find denial, a Sciarelli embarrassed trying to explain to her the now taken for granted his daughter's death but never mention the word feral or ending any sentence passed from one agency to another trying to fill the lack of compassion with a cold reading of press telegraph, the journalist sent, at the back of Sarah's mother, tried to get in touch with the public prosecution or the Police to confirm the welter of voices, but the phone was no field or no answer, the family lawyer, sweating and worried on the one hand moving frantically phoned reception and looking for privacy, the other trying to throw water on the stove waiting for official news.
Needless to say, the audience first.
It was already late at night when she got the official confirmation, and then there was the discovery of the body of the poor blond angel. The culprit has confessed after hours of questioning initiated by an interception environment in which his daughter accused him substantially.
himself guilty, his uncle, a few hours earlier had randomly found the cell phone of his nephew, intact, on top of a pile of brushwood.
Often the scene of a crime maybe perfectly planned down to the details of the offender leaves a trace behind, or make a mistake that leads to his arrest. The slip of the tongue, or failure to act is that which escapes the control to appear rational and betray unconsciously?, the real intentions of the gesture. Psychology believes that in reality I mean those who commit a slip undetected, and therefore the unconscious does is to please those who are the real intentions of the subject.
But in the case of the mobile phone is found much more.
There is a regret that it becomes unbearable to sustain a sense of guilt that corrodes the soul, and probably genuine and heartfelt tears before the cameras as the man recounts the discovery of the telephone in his land .
I can not believe that that was a failure to act: too clear.
That was the way to say Come and get me and throw away the key.
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