There was once a former police officer, a psychologist, a criminologist and betting on a television presenter who had covered those nell'omocidio of a fifteen Puglia.
It is the beginning of a joke. E 'on the afternoon of RaiDue.
The murder of Sarah Scazzi seems to have revived the voyeuristic habits of Italian television: it is true, Bruno Vespa has not yet presented a model of the garage at home in the parlor Misseri of Italian TV, but you will not be long.
After her mother Annamaria Franzoni killer new myths of the moment are Michael and Sabrina Misseri, a farmer who speaks almost exclusively from Puglia and a tight-looking girl completely normal.
Better than the grass of the neighbors of the neighbors grass, but even better than that grows around the shaft in which father and daughter after the girl had thrown her strangled and apparently raped. Farewell to Chiara Poggi: his open smile picture of the degree has been replaced by italics in the imagination of the girl look so blonde disappeared in late August.
Avetrana These days, seven thousand souls in the provinces of Taranto, Brindisi and Lecce, is the navel of the world. It seems that other small municipalities have issued tenders for the murders of national resonance, as well, to have a tourist attraction. Not only because many journalists are camping in the area in search of minimum morbid particular to report to the public all day, but also for the hundreds, I repeat, cen-ti-na-ia of onlookers who were eager to rush there.
Why Sarah's case is different.
Other than Anna, mother depressed, but Rosa and Olindo, who just wanted a little 'to silence, but Alberto Stasi, which was said to have been caught by his girlfriend to click on Internet child pornography.
Here is the intrigue of love with Ivan, the boy contested by two cousins. How can then neglect the family saga of suspense and adventure of the alleged leak, the mole he posted on the Facebook picture of the corpse and, above all, the cruelty in the execution of the murder, Dario Argento worthy of a big dust?
"We took the children on a trip," said a father.
"We came to see the house and look for clues ... ... yes." The aspiring Miss Marple has an ecstatic smile ("Oh-Madonna-am-on-TV") and a look so stupid that suggests that he would not understand that her husband cheats on her even if caught in bed with another.
All Sherlock Holmes novel, these Italians.
All interested in the poor Sarah, pregnant with all humanity, all identify with Mamma Concetta, all against the monster that Misseri collapses like Raskolnikov in front of the investigators, all against Sabrina, riding the wave of the ongoing investigation.
are the same Italians who see a woman on the ground in a subway station and not only did not stoop down to help her, but avoids it, and do not even call 118. They are the same they see a taxi driver beaten to a pulp, not at night, but at lunchtime, and barely, in the discretion provided by the blind, whispering into the phone "There's a man to the ground lifeless wide Caccia Dominioni ". Voyeurs, in fact. Look and not touch, spy on and do nothing.
TV and voyeurs to feed story: demand creates supply, supply creates demand. On the other hand, if you have nothing else to do seventy years and, why not spend the afternoon with Milo Infante or Barbara D'Urso? Why a TV producer should not squeeze every last drop of share such a case? Who knows when the recapitalization such a death. There are no more ramps Alfredino once, we must strive, to direct the prosecutor to useless even when nothing is happening, interviewing a mess of Mottola only because once, a long time before the murder, he chatted with Sarah, frame by frame review of Sabrina the statements to the press.
Italy has immense problems, but the public debt and the electoral law does not feed the depravity of those who feeds on the despair of others to forget the poverty of their lives. Therefore Gabanelli away, and go with Avetrana.
Until the next murder.
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