To kill himself to not die again: the last solution, the last train. I’m writing english this evening also if my english is bad, I’m writing english because Italian people are deaf and they can’t hear. My worst english is better than my excellent italian if Italian people can’t see where they are going.

Then I hope that my friend, my blogger friend Maurizio Puppo, can translate my words for the French.

It was the 28 of January when a Nigerian boy, Prince Jerry, decided to kill himself.

Why? It’s difficult to enter into the mind of a boy hopeless. We know he was integrated and he helps migrants in the first welcome: he helps migrants in hospital, he works as a mediator because he knows two languages.

Despite his good italian, he his not renewed the asylum permit.

So, he hopes for humanitarian permission: nothing. In spite of voluntary service, in spite of integration Italian door is closed for him.

What do he thinks? Family, desert, slavery, job seem him useless: a travel towards the deep desolation.

We can’t know and now nobody can help him.

He is tired, mopish and he looks the train. He is afraid to go back, to see again Lybian lager.

The wheels of the train are big and he find a solution: to kill himself to not die again.

He trows himself under the train, he is 25 years old.

Low wants this but silence is a heavy stone.

Now Jerry is symbol of Salvini decree: a racist decree.

We are near Norimberga, do not look the other way.

Rosa Johanna Pintus