If I were to say how I feel at the moment, the only thing I would think, with letters outlined in my mind almost cruel, would be "lost".
E 'for two days that are in front of the television, animal hungry for information, reassurance, anything that might help fill the emptiness I feel inside.
From my apartment quiet and reassuring, located in the center of Turin, I hear rumors of disaster away from my perception, or so closely related to me ...
Monday morning there was amazement, disbelief, fear ... then the call comforting my mother, "we're fine, do not worry. 'S all over. " Today, thanks to television and phone, they are able to have a more light of what has happened, then why I feel lost like never before, because I feel that the end of everything is still so damn far away?
My best friend will sleep tonight in the car in a parking lot full of shocked people in my town, located less than 40 km from L'Aquila. My old classmate from high school, however, will pass the next day and the next night, certainly not more peaceful stay in a hotel near Pescara, perhaps reliving that terrible night sleep in which, almost by chance, was able to flee from their homes that collapsed him. Many of my family did not sleep at all, will spend the next few hours on the road, looking for a place to feel safe.
thousand voices that continue into my mind: those terrified of my friends, those pounding the news, those packed with anxiety and tears of my mother ...
And I'm here, staring at a train ticket purchased weeks ago, that still does not know if it is used. The television, internet, facebook, msn, mobile phones ... fill me with all images, information, testimonies and feelings, but I do, every minute that passes, I continue to feel more and more lost.
