'm at the bar for breakfast, listlessly leaf through the pages of local news in La Repubblica, when I see this article:
"Immigrants riot in Cpt di Torino, foreigners fleeing after the fighting.
... so too is the revolt began on Friday night of immigrants, the third in the last thirty days. An Egyptian boy tried to escape in the confusion. It was 2.15. Agents - turn ordinary is organized with eleven men between Police, Carabinieri and Guardia di Finanza - tried to block it. He was born organized a huge uproar. Very violent.
stones, sinks, water, pieces of asphalt pavement and blocks already rooted and ready to use, fired at the agents. Water cannons against immigrants. Reinforcements arrived. Three hours of power ... "At one point, the Moroccans were able to break through the core network, a hydrant ripped from the hands of agents. It was not clear anymore: she cries, water, flying around, carrying away the wounded. "
The assistant chief was shot in the face with a block of cement. Broken teeth and seven-day prognosis, "He saved his helmet." A police sergeant is still in hospital under observation for a concussion. Six agents bruised all over. And in the night in the bush, over the fence seven meters high and beyond the walls of the old barracks, managed to escape in eighteen.
Brunelleschi ... The center of the course was opened April 10, 1999, first in Italy due to the Turkish law Napolitano, was to be a temporary structure pending a last resort. Instead, over the years has remained the same to himself.
prefabricated containers locked in cages with wire mesh on a flat concrete. Three-zone currencies: that of women, one African and one of the Romanians and Albanians. It is managed by the Red Cross. Maximum capacity 70 people. On Friday night, cages were 59, including 15 women ... "
In the late afternoon, during the appointment for the No Limits Bars, comment on what happened between friends, a boy belonging to a collective student there announced that for next Saturday has been issued a national demonstration to demand the closure of the CPT-Lager in Turin. We decide to go.
The appointment is for 15 in a central square, the atmosphere is cheerful, there are delegations of migrants from all over Italy, many trucks with sound systems that shoot militant reggae music. From our sleepy provincial town we came to a score, Several Senegalese, 2 Roma, the boys of the collective student and veteran of the antagonism some 90 years, including me and flare. Even Johnny joined the group.
He did give me a flyer and it sticks out proud:
Group Torino Migrants Social Forum
for closure of detention centers
for the legalization of all migrants
for the recognition of the right of asylum
for a free and mestizo
... in the detention center Migrant Brunelleschi course there are detainees in cages, crates true, pens for men and women locked up because they lack a document which lay down the chance to stay in Italy ... pending deportation to their country of origin.
... It 's obvious that the centers are nothing more than factories where the bodies of migrants, also exploited in their segregation, are brought into income, so much per day, to inflate the pockets of entrepreneurs able to deal on fear induced by the irresponsibility of the government with the complicity of the media. Meanwhile, off the coast of the Mediterranean, along the lines separating east from west, the south from the north, in the back of the customs to the fat body reduced to a commodity market, because Europe has established the free movement of goods and is only as goods that migrants can reach our country, and as the goods' Europe now and then sends them back to the sender: "refused", "expelled", "Next."
... the detention centers for migrants, rather than being the exception of the right places, have now become the regular place of repression, the end point of the chain of conditions that require insecurity, illegal immigration, exploitation of migrant in Europe.
For this reason, the struggle must find a new get-together of the square ... a new terrain of political struggle for the closure of all camps. "
open the parade representatives of migrant communities in the autonomous dell'Askatasuna queue, their faces covered, cords and sticks.
It goes quiet, it seems a merry jaunt, the Police held a distance. I find the time to learn some girls in Côte d'Ivoire and 4 to talk with them.
now we are almost there in front of the CPT, some demonstrators break away from the parade and head to the wall of the detention center, have brushes and paint cans and begin to color the gray concrete walls. Police leave it.
suddenly emerge from a side street about thirty masked squatters, throwing firecrackers and stones at police. Part one charge, sudden, violent, tear gas and general panic, many migrants do not know what to do confused, there are women and children.
opens the gate of the CPT, leaving other Police officers in riot gear, there are many, they also begin to load.
was not the G8 summit in Genoa saw the police relentlessly with such brutality.
Near me the girls in Côte d'Ivoire screaming as they were mad, of tear gas makes us break out your eyes, there is confusion all around beast.
Rocket brings out the hood, it's time to act, I also covered his face, name is Johnny and a couple of guys from the collective, something must be done.
There is a Lancia Y10 parked nearby, the spotlight in the middle of the road to make a barricade, while the rocket is fumbling with a bell to collect glass, Johnny goes to help him, they can reverse it, we now have will pull bottles from the police. A group of self joins us, overturned cars and set fire to one other. The Police seems to stall, you probably are reorganizing for a new office, we are ready to resist
Girls Ivory Coast are hiding behind us, Johnny seizes one by the hand, let's go, I cry, and begins running toward a side street. I speak with rockets, he wants to stay until the end, are undecided, I still watch the girls scared, I motioned to follow me and together we run to Johnny. It 's over, now we are out of the shooting of the police. We move away quickly, then enter a bar to relax a bit '. The girls are happy, there are a lot of compliments, it's all over now seem almost amused. Offered a drink at all and I take this opportunity for me to leave the phone number to Rama, the most beautiful of the group.
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