A ninety-five years, during terminal illness, and having probably already expressed his wish to die, the director Mario Monicelli has shown the greatest of courage: to finish his "book of life" and to launch into space. This "void" is one where we are all involved, whether we like it or not. The flight Monicelli read it as a maximum deployment of dignity and worth, I read it as an example, a belief, an eloquent courage, everything in order to close the book as and when he wanted.
But as a person I feel deeply guilty, because to "leave" had to choose the most dramatic way, and that its ninety-five years, with "our" consent indifferent silence.
I feel accountable to all those who can not die in the sacred dignity of their deliberate choice and will vote 'always against this cruel society in the name of infinite interest psycho-political, economic and spiritual claims to hold absolute truths. I feel a killer every time, by their own will, a living being is forced out of the way in life so painful and difficult, without entitled to any human support that will accompany her pain and suffering in some way lenirne helping each starting at the 'soon, I say and I stress "As soon as" preventing the suffering of' ... waiting. The only choice that remains at Monicelli, and others like him, is an act of great fortitude, which shows a tremendous loneliness and sense an involuntary charge. I take all these accusations, with humility and resignation, hoping that in the multiplication of these acts, the company will be able one day to understand the true meaning and value of life, knowing how to respect the limits and choices of each individual with human wisdom and generosity. Finally.
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Monicelli be my esteem and my respect more 'deep
Livia Alessandrini - 30 November two thousand and
