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Nice massacre, a year later. "For a year every night I have been pursuing by that truck"
It always happens around two at night. "What a strange thing, I think, watching the Tir's muzzle coming on me. What makes a truck here among all these people? Then I fall to the ground. I can swing back, turning to myself, because there is something that does not go with my body. I see my friend Carla lying on the asphalt, but she is in a strange position. My daughter Silvia is chin on her. She's screaming at her daughter, Matilde, trying to hug her. "Do not let it fall asleep, do not let it fall asleep." Carla raises her head, still can say something. But I'm far away, I can not hear. I turn to the point where I was invested. I see my left leg. It's a couple yards away from me. I scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Finally I wake up. "
..."I regularly hear Matilde and her husband. They will not return to Nice anymore. They are the only victims I have relationships with. With others I do not feel it. I also stopped reading the messages on my Facebook page. I can not do it"
...In September he will try with "American care", as he calls it. A clinical method based on the desensitization of one's own life through eye movements. "They told me it's a psychotherapy used for earthquakes and big catastrophes. So far nothing worked. I keep waking up to see what I've seen. I'm going to shoot a hundred psychologists. Maybe I should resign. "
...Time passes, and the memory of others fades away. The fate of the victims is this. Stay alone with yourself, look for courage to return to Nice. In June Moscato decided he would find it. The Italian state declared him invalid to one hundred percent but still does not recognize the right of escort.
... "I do not think I'm the only one to be pursued by that truck. I just want to sleep, and forget it. " On the evening of July 14, 2016, Mr. Moscato had made many pictures of artificial fires and his friends laughing with his phone. He has not found the courage to look at them yet.
http://www.corriere.it/esteri/17_lu...ir-251ce07c-66f8-11e7-9cb7-9d56a32dcee8.shtml
Can't forget that night, an act of pure evil

It always happens around two at night. "What a strange thing, I think, watching the Tir's muzzle coming on me. What makes a truck here among all these people? Then I fall to the ground. I can swing back, turning to myself, because there is something that does not go with my body. I see my friend Carla lying on the asphalt, but she is in a strange position. My daughter Silvia is chin on her. She's screaming at her daughter, Matilde, trying to hug her. "Do not let it fall asleep, do not let it fall asleep." Carla raises her head, still can say something. But I'm far away, I can not hear. I turn to the point where I was invested. I see my left leg. It's a couple yards away from me. I scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Finally I wake up. "
..."I regularly hear Matilde and her husband. They will not return to Nice anymore. They are the only victims I have relationships with. With others I do not feel it. I also stopped reading the messages on my Facebook page. I can not do it"
...In September he will try with "American care", as he calls it. A clinical method based on the desensitization of one's own life through eye movements. "They told me it's a psychotherapy used for earthquakes and big catastrophes. So far nothing worked. I keep waking up to see what I've seen. I'm going to shoot a hundred psychologists. Maybe I should resign. "
...Time passes, and the memory of others fades away. The fate of the victims is this. Stay alone with yourself, look for courage to return to Nice. In June Moscato decided he would find it. The Italian state declared him invalid to one hundred percent but still does not recognize the right of escort.
... "I do not think I'm the only one to be pursued by that truck. I just want to sleep, and forget it. " On the evening of July 14, 2016, Mr. Moscato had made many pictures of artificial fires and his friends laughing with his phone. He has not found the courage to look at them yet.
http://www.corriere.it/esteri/17_lu...ir-251ce07c-66f8-11e7-9cb7-9d56a32dcee8.shtml
Can't forget that night, an act of pure evil
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