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Finished. The camp is being dismantled and sent to people in hotels around the city. The distance, unfortunately, is also 50 km, to do every day, round trip, for commuting to work or school, or college. Already there is a traffic that is intimidating, I dare not imagine the hell of next week. Ovingham, Sulmona, Marsi Luco. But why? I'm sorry, I have a bitter taste. Michael threw all his stuff into the envelopes, including Sunday, even my old roommates. They took the cars and off to new destinations. Someone will stop for a few nights in the house broken, but you can not stand, then change back home, who knows how long, who knows what will be next. The camp is over, and I think this blog.
I am very sad.

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Until Tuesday I had the pass, I could enter and out of the tent as I wanted, I was still allowed to stay. Monday night I decided to stay for dinner the last time with my friends.
I had never done, I felt like a thief. A person who uses a service to those who really need it. There was confusion, the hearts were really in turmoil because of the latest directives. They're closing the camps and no one can come to live there. Who is sent away, is sent to Avezzano, in Marsi Luco, even 70 km distant cities, which are unable to reach loved ones every day. Of this they were talking about a man with a house and a man unfit for civil protection. How absurd it is to send men of eighty and ninety years away from their children, alone, without the slightest hope of seeing their city, one in which they lived for a lifetime.
Tuesday was cold, and I was a thief, because other people in a corner of the table, people were complaining that although they were in their homes, continued to go to eat in the canteen. It is not right, it is true, but I wanted to be with my friends, at least last night there. When I left the pass I was told that I can no longer enter the tent city in itself, will have to come get the person at the gate that I visit, and I can not stay there for more than ten minutes. It 'just, sacred because otherwise the fields will not dismantle anything, but my cuore piange. Non ci stanno cazzi.

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Questo fine settimana sono stata fuori. Sono tornata ieri sera, intorno alle 21. Incontro gli amici fuori dalla tendopoli, ci salutiamo, due chiacchiere, Michele entra a prendere la felpa in tenda e io l'aspetto fuori con gli altri. Torna da noi, con il muso lungo. Mi guarda, mi passa un braccio intorno alla vita e mi dice: -Devo dirti una cosa brutta-.
-Dimmi-
-Ci sta l'obbligo per chi risiede in case A di lasciare la tendopoli entro il 6 Settembre-
Il 6 Settembre era ieri, stamattina ho lasciato la tendopoli.
Durante la notte ho dormito poco, fissavo la luce blu di emergenza, che sta accesa giorno e notte ininterrottamente, e mi chiedevo come sarà dormire al buio. Al buio nero, non al buio blu. Dormire sola, che non ci dormo da 5 mesi.
Oggi il cielo era terso ma tirava un vento freddo, autunnale. Che pizzica sulle mani e sul viso e sembra porti sempre il profumo di castagne. Quello di stamane, però, mi faceva piangere, e col magone mi sono svegliata alle 7 pensando: di già?
Mentre infilavo i miei vestiti nei bustoni la coinquilina si è girata verso di me, ha scostato il lembo della coperta dal viso e mi ha osservato. Non si è staccata un istante dal mio corpo, osservava lentamente il volto, le mani, ogni gesto. Per goderselo pienamente. E solo dopo che mi sono girata e sono uscita ha sentito che si rigirava dall'altro lato.
Io non mi sono voltata indietro e non l'ho salutata.

I have many friends in the camps and we will come back every day at least for a coffee. But now no longer live. I tell myself that sooner or later must end, and everyone will wonder what I complain, because I've got a house yet. And it's true, but the fact remains that I mind so much. This is the first step to return to normal, at least that mine. I let people who do not know where they will be in two weeks, our field will be the last to be dismantled, but the time passes quickly when you live day to day and even more.
Who will live will see.
Although the post is already sparse, not close the blog. Wait for the closure of tent camps.