Everyday many people die in the world. Of many we are not even aware. Learn from the death of a few pages of the newspapers, especially the way in which it occurred, but all, unfortunately, leaves us more or less indifferent, a phenomenon which we are accustomed and which is part of life itself.
But when the loss of life is a person we know, albeit only slightly, albeit superficially, then it affects us personally, excites us and moves us and we shall, with the cold language of death, that a piece of us is irretrievably gone, a piece of our life is gone and it will, if we're lucky, only memory.
I've never seen "Big Brother", none of the slavish and its many issues, but I have personally known Peter Taricone a "Domenica In" in the edition of 2003-04, conducted by Paolo Bonolis, when interviewed live, sub species psychiatric VIP guests of the transmission.
One of these unfortunates was just Peter and Serbian Taricone of that interview under the eye of the camera, a memory clear, exciting and moving.
I saw Peter for the first time and I was summarily informed him, by some newspaper clipping, in order to say a few significant question in the space of the transmission that I had intended.
When it settled on the couch, and in the imagination of the writer would have to create the special atmosphere, along with soft lighting and the silence surrounding the study of a psychiatrist, despite the incumbency of the cameras and the audience, I noticed immediately, and without wonder, in a visibly defiant attitude, but not improper, his face beaded with sweat, not because of heat and a slight tremor in his hands, a tangible sign of a certain and evident discomfort and emotional stress, inappropriate in Chi was certainly more accustomed the cameras, than I was.
After some general questions to break the ice and create a relaxed atmosphere, I asked him to tell me something about his family and his life before reaching fame and as I was responding, unable to hide some emotion speaking to elderly parents, all of a sudden he stopped, suddenly, rising and sitting, which was lying on the couch she said, her voice broken by emotion and excitement and with frightened eyes : "Doctor, I'm afraid to talk to her, because she looked at me in and makes me afraid."
admit that caught me completely by surprise.
At that moment, from that moment on, the tone of our conversation changed completely forget him and I certainly, to be before the eyes of all. The
I explained that although a psychiatrist searches us inside, inside reads us, he does this only with the purpose and intention to help us, to allow us to know us better and more deeply, to face and overcome our dark sides, more hidden and concealed.
Only then, reassured and comforted, let me hear, in words that modesty allow him to have been thrown, dragged to a size may be too big for him, but from which, to which was no longer able to escape and that his life had been a turning point, perhaps unintended, but unstoppable.
I felt a great tenderness and if my role and the needs of transmission had prevented me, I would have embraced paternally, as my age would allow me.
not I saw him again.
Today, the news of his death I feel a great sorrow mixed with the sense of injustice and disappointment that always strikes me, when a person younger than me, he dies before me.
Goodbye Peter, you were afraid you are peering into. I'll always remember these words.
Domenico Mazzullo
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