Giulia's is clearly a tragedy that leaves room for nothing. A parent, a sister, a brother, anyone who was fond of her will be crippled by an unrepeatable part of themselves. It is the result of a now meandering violence, which this time killed Giulia, a young Neapolitan orchestra player a few months ago, not to mention the young man beaten and killed near Rome by two brothers dedicated to martial arts and bodybuilding.
In its absurdity, Giulia's death adds up to the generalized defeat of a state that is no longer able to guarantee any security to anyone, self-constrained by constraints and constraints which, in the end, penalize those who observe the law but are increasingly disheartened by it.
It is the generalized triumph of a guarantee that covers everything, and which while waiting for a judgment leads to unsustainable expenses and incomprehensible freedoms, especially when placed in relation to the dangerousness of those who have in fact been set free. Violence is generalized, it is enough to go out in the car and run the risk of being killed for a parking space, or having to witness the beating of a mugger in a neighborhood of Rome in the inanity of the institutions and police operators, in these conditions which are perpetually insufficient to counteract any phenomenon.
We have passed the point of no return, and we are no longer even able to point to the moon, lost in observing a finger that no longer points to anything, not even by mistake.