TO ALL FREE YOUNG PEOPLE.
Monday November 5th I was in Nisida, a small island in the Gulf of Naples.
to visit the detention camp.
I met a dozen of them, guys and girls, 14, 15, 18 years old.
We had a chat, I noticed their thick local accent, not really easy to understand.
I can't accept the idea they are in jail, I can't realize how is possbile they commited a crime, instead of living a nice adolescence.
One of them has been denonced by his own parents.
Many of them committed crimes such as robbery, drug dealing.
I found in Nisida something that I didn't realize before.
In the courtyard before we were leaving I looked up and saw that HE saw us.
I do not know who HE was, two eyes behind the room-cell's window.
He was looking.
This thing will not let me sleep in peace.
Who he was and what was his name what he had done to be there.
He was a kid, only a Kid, you see?
Who are we?