the morning of December 16 Aid to the Church of St. John's was packed up to the outside.
An astonished crowd was close in total silence about the body of Carla,
In the front row there, as is proper, but immediately after the close relatives were the joint in the law of human solidarity, there were our best students, as subsidiary of origin hailing from the worst streets of Naples, and was full of brothers and sisters.
Carla has been a master for many professions have learned from her teachers, parents, social workers, administrators, teachers, artisans, experts and psychologists. She guided them with the power of example but above all he could guide them because everyone has heard his gaze friend, personal respect. Even those who have only touched, our neighbors, mechanics, traders felt the aura of solidarity, "the lady who does not speak," which does not take advantage of the temporary condition of dependence on the trader for apostrophe and humiliate him.
And all these were present, the funeral was worthy of her: there were those who had returned word and the right to express themselves and those - teachers, principals and managers - that the word they use it as a profession, those who know how to help social instinct as parents and those who do it as professional psychologists, the craftsmen who know how to help children with their actions and doing, educators who know how to do them even using the word and sharing.
Then there were other brothers and sisters. There were the Little Sisters of Jesus, the sisters of her sister. A contemplative order who lives in the middle of the poorest suburbs of the entire world, here in Naples they also attended the worst alleys: first the cabins Marinella, then the barracks vertical District Friendship, now the Lotto Zero. In a very different way street were teachers long before us. Carla has made known to me and introduced me to contemplate that for me was an unknown word, and has taught me that the desert we learn more than from any other experience that the desert and not to be found in Africa, there are urban deserts made of the absence of relations and respect and that is where we must maintain its integrity. So every time I see the skirts of the little sisters jeans, their uniform of workers of another time, I see myself Carla introduces me to the knowledge of the desert, it shows me the roses of sand, that makes me see photo of Charles de Foucault. So are sisters where Carla has learned that you can maintain integrity even under extreme and difficult.
And then came from all over Italy many of our comrades, those events with which we were almost every day, roadblocks, scuffles and above all did great escapes and Busch many beatings. Carla has had many male friends who loved her as brothers and that they considered especially as a person. Certainly not seen as asexual, but they had a fraternal and comradely respect and vice versa she never acted or submitting please the male gender. Woman who was so no one has ever dared to treat her as a girl. So these were brothers arrived from all over Italy and many others have made themselves felt with e-mail messages and memories. And above all there was a large delegation of Forli in the newspaper - a city - she has worked with great participation.
And then there was the marriage, four grandchildren with spouses Sondrio representing fourteen great-grandchildren. The parental relationships wither because they are often taken for granted, but Carla and her sisters have grown systematically, so that the aunt and great aunt were what they should be for all: other holders of parental care that being in a tight angle can help and advise in a way complementary to the parent.
And then there were the in-laws for my part, my four brothers and their children and even those who knew Carl as a person with his friend that there seemed to be a cardinal point guard. And the new parents of young people who are married, a daughter from Poland, Russia acquired by a granddaughter, a sister-French, French-Italian nephew. So summarizing
there were people from all over Italy, from the far north through Tuscany and Lazio, Emilia and there were people from Japan, Russia, Peru, and came home to messages from many other parts of the world and of 'Italy.
So for a moment to Teduccio San Giovanni (the one in my childhood was labeled 'San Giovanni' atterraciuccio 'were so battered in the streets) has become the center of the world, the center of a network that stretched over the city, on 'Italy and on three continents, and the center of these bonds was Carla.
E 'was easy for me to tell her that Carla had certainly reached the Garden of Eden, which also did not believe in an afterlife can we believe in what's here, and that is in our midst. The miracle of the revival we have seen, I see as the thousand voices that I feel gives me a picture of her richer than the rich that I had already known and this puts me in debt with all these people and I write for them well for me. It 's a paradox in the life of Carla did not want his name to be exposed in any way and instead the amount of people who speak that name is enormous, her confidence has been so radical as to become public, his celibate way of loving as a sister is known to many. The last book that advised me to read is "The Antigone" by George Steiner, an extraordinary book that is the sisterhood of Sophocles dall'Antigone starting a character for whom we have shared an intense passion.
So on this day we are united in a focal point of many lines of force that we have returned a hologram of Carla, the materialization of an idea shared. This is very comforting for me and helps everyone still had his strength, and that is what in many ways and I will try we will do in time to come.
But allow me one personal note: when all have left their heart in taking part, I return to see an empty room and I can not say to my loved how beautiful it is what is happening and that I can not accept it.
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