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26 - 09-2009
The following letter, dated 23 September 2009, Paul, a supporter of Brescia. In 2005 (at the station, after Verona-Brescia) was unprovoked and savagely beaten by the police. He ended up in a coma for several weeks. Since then, over the past four years, but justice has not yet been made.
Paul's Letter

Ill.mo Interior Minister President of the Republic pc pc pc Prime Minister of Justice pc Mayor of Brescia Brescia pc pc Prefect of Police of the Mayor of Verona Brescia pc pc newspapers and television writing this letter to eve of the anniversary of a date that changed my life: 24 September 2005. My name is Paolo Scaroni, Castenedolo live in a small town in the province of Brescia. I was a breeder of bulls. I a regular guy, with friends, a girl, passions, including sports-healthy values \u200b\u200band the right of curiosity. I was in fact a lot of sport and travel when I could. I was especially a big fan of Brescia. A normal person, like many others, Lei would say I no longer (actually I was the supporter of Brescia, though no longer able to live the game at the stadium as I was wont to do: singing, jumping, enjoying or suffering). Everything changed on September 24, 2005, in the Porta Nuova train station in Verona. That day, the equivalent of thousands of fans from Brescia, including many families and children, I decided to follow the Lioness in Verona with the best intentions, for what promised to be a crucial challenge for our Serie B. After the game, we were escorted to the police station without any hitch or tension. After I went to the bar below the station, I was walking calmly to the train reserved for us fans by bringing water to the rest of the company (it was a very hot day and we were almost all dried). All other fans on the wagons were ready to quickly return to Brescia. Was a few minutes and platforms of the station was completely deserted. Which seems rather strange given the period, the time and especially the city where we were, the nerve center for the passage of trains. Suddenly, without warning or apparent reason, I was overwhelmed by a charge of "relief" in the swift service department that day to maintain public order and beaten to death, without even the possibility of shelter. Taken from the beating by his friends (themselves affected by the fury of batons), I went into a coma within a very short and almost died. After about twenty minutes from having lost consciousness, I was loaded onto an ambulance-opposed, more or less covertly, by the same department that I had attacked and taken-Borgo Trento hospital in Verona. There have been emergency surgery. There have been saved. There I got back from a coma after several weeks. There I spent a few months of my new life. A life of hell. Meanwhile, my family, a state of mind that hard to imagine, was under pressure and threats that my story maintained a low profile. My friends did not go any better, despite all efforts to bring out the truth. Obviously, some things I have mentioned above sapute long after my assault. The rest I discovered thanks to my lawyer. From the findings of fact and by the many testimonies reveal a disturbing picture, almost beyond belief, but for this to be made public. Following serious injuries at the public prosecutor of Verona began proceedings against policemen and officials identified as authors of the injuries suffered by me. Although the investigating judge Preliminaries has twice rejected the request for storage, the prosecutor has not yet exercised the prosecution against the suspects. I wonder why this happens and why I have denied justice. Today, after losing almost everything, so I stay waiting for a process, not so obvious, given the background and attempts to discredit me. Besides, the cops were all masked, and are not identifiable (as is this possible?), Although there was a person to command them recognizable. After so many lies and malice outputs so instrumental in my account as a result of the story, I look above is the dignity returned. Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, Although my story has not attracted the same sensation, reminiscent 'of the tragedies of Gabriele Sandri, Carlo Giuliani, and in particular Federico Aldrovandi (happened a few hours away from mine), with a small, big difference: I my story I can tell yet, despite everything. The dynamics of the events mentioned above may not be identical, but the will to kill, yes, it was the same. Otherwise, it explains the tenacity of these people to me, especially considering that there was a real danger it was all quiet, I fell to the ground, I was completely helpless. But the beatings, as described by the medical report, there were more stops. Perhaps I thought, than the life they wanted to take away the soul. In short, in a few seconds I lost almost everything they had lived for this-I feel every day closer to Frederick, and for no apparent reason. Of course that there is always an excuse to unleash such cruelty and efficiency. My bodily functions were reduced significantly, and despite the lengthy rehabilitation that I undergo for years with great tenacity will not have much room for improvement. I know almost for sure: the only thing running through my body as the first fact is the brain, active as never before. After four years I have not yet established whether this was a fortune. I lost my job, although he has a stubborn father who insists in running my company, stealing time and value to its commitments. I lost the girl. I've lost the taste for travel (in most cases those who had leisure routes have been transformed into real wayside because of my physical condition), despite still push me very far. I have lost a great many certainties concerning freedom, respect, dignity, justice and above all safety. The confidence that she prays everyday, and attempts to impose new laws and new rules by adding to existing ones (until now very effective, at least for the public). Too bad that these laws have not been able to defend myself, Fred, Charles and Gabriel from the excesses of those representing, at that time, institutions. Ill.mo Minister of Interior, some things are hammering me more than anything: every day I wonder what it can push men to that. I do not have the answer. Every day I wonder if any of these tragedies could be avoided. The answer is always yes. In my humble opinion, what has allowed these people to leave the worst part was the safety of himself to get away. It seems paradoxical, but in a country like ours where people are talking about "certainty of punishment" and "responsibility" and "silence", the very people who should lead by example can act with impunity and not breaking any written law, dishonor rationally divided and representative institutions, defending one of their mistakes with impunity. Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, after so many speculations, I have come to a conclusion: if these people were immediately recognizable and therefore responsible for their actions, they would not behave that way and I would not have lost so much. I would therefore ask: how is it that in Italy the police would not result in a sign of immediate recognition as happens in most European nations? Ill.mo Minister of the Interior, I do not seek revenge, if anything, Justice. I appeal to you and to all people of good sense that these men are still stopped and prevented in doing their "duty". I therefore ask that you do the process, and nothing is covered up.
Sincerely. Paolo Scaroni, the victim of a distracted state