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Raid racist, says the attacker
Rome: did I say Nazi, I left
Man Pigneto, Italian in his fifties wanted by police for the raid against some foreign shops in Rome denies being racist. "I left, but Nazi", told La Repubblica. That was not in the district Pigneto "no expedition" but only a personal vendetta for a wallet stolen. It shows the forearm with a single, large tattoo of Ernesto Che Guevara.
She has graying hair and a gold pendant on the wrist. "Here I am - says Carlo Bonini, chronicler of the Republic - I would be the Nazi who are out and get all the lace. Watch this. Look how I know Nazi ...". The left hand lifts the right sleeve of the jacket wearing green cotton and discovered skin on the forearm tattoo of Che. "Do you understand? Nazi to me? I was born May 1, the day of Labour Day and the grandfather of my wife, in twenty years, the fascists did to close the bakery because Pigneto did not take the card.
name? "What you will know very soon. The day he introduced me to judge, because that day my name will no longer be a secret. I introduce myself, my word. I make over co 'is history. But I want to go with my legs to introduce myself. Nun makes me vojo beve (arrestare) a casa. Perciò, se proprio serve un nome a casaccio, scrivi Ernesto". "Io sono questo qua - dice indicando la foto apparsa sui quotidiani - Questo cerchiato con il marsupio e la maglietta rossa, che si vede di spalle. La maglietta è una Lacoste".
"Ma quale xenofobia?"
"Adesso ti racconto davvero come è andata. Destra e sinistra si devono rassegnare. Devono fare pace con il cervello loro. Non c'entrano un cazzo le razze. Non c'entra - com'è che se dice? - la xenofobia. C'entra il rispetto. Io sono un figlio del Pigneto. Tutti sanno chi sono e perché ho fatto quello che ho fatto. Tutti. E per questo si sono stati tutti zitti con le guardie che mi stanno cercando. Because they love me. Because they respect me. Because they understood, "says the aggressor in the Republic. It speaks of a stolen wallet to a woman who I love as myself." An immigrant tells him that if he wants to find, must go into the store Indian , "because the thief is there. It 's a Moroccan, a Tunisian. There I go, I find him, the liar and an old Indian, an Italian. The Moroccan said to me: 'You go this afternoon and find the portfolio'. I say okay, and I swear, I'm not angry, nor cry. I just say: 'Of the money I do not give a damn. But the documents. "Ernesto goes over Saturday morning and that" Mustapha there, laughing, always with the fucking beer in hand, makes me sign documents has thrown inside a mailbox. So there I saw more and I said, 'If we see five. And if you do not jumping out of the portfolio breakdown all "'.
" I defend only my neighborhood
So the time of the raid: "I when I do not I bring no punches. The problem is that when I arrive at the corner of Via Macerata not find you a dozen neighborhood children? All pissed off and harnessed. I told you. I love you. They had heard of the tarantella. "" I really can not understand how they invented the story of the swastika. But as a swastika? I do not know this kid personally, but I say they are anything but that fascists. And, though there were no swastikas. "Then," the kid starts to run away to Ascoli Piceno. To me that was it. I see you are in makes a slaughterhouse with the Bengalis, who have made smashing the machines of people in the neighborhood, he began to cry. Cry: "A piece of shit that makes you stand '?". "The other day I tried to call also Luxuria, to PRC. I said, 'Dovemo talking.' He said, 'Yes, but because they are on the phone for a meeting in Cosenza.' So I say. You you'll be well in Cosenza, but Pigneto is also where you live, who we think? ".