Luca Sacchi, a life between family and gym: the portrait of the boy killed in Rome

Apparent tranquility

Then it happens that life and death intertwine in spite of us, in this Rome that tell us pacified but that full of drugs, robberies and untold fears more. So you can die feeling alive like never before, at 24, leaving the pub with his girlfriend on his arm: you can die killed to protect her, in front of fifty witnesses with a beer in hand, in the indolent chatter of an evening this fall that in Rome it still seems summer and so sweet to walk around, to make love with it. Luca Sacchi so dead, of absurd death, victim of an unlikely robbery. As if the two monsters who killed him (monsters with a Roman accent, for the avoidance of xenophobic surges) had come out with their white Smart from a space-time different from his, where evil rules – and we need an anthropologist of city ​​chasms like Michel Agier to imagine places where we exist at the same time without seeing each other almost never – while in the palaces of the center politicians are already slaughtered: Rome is one of the safest cities in Europe, says Prime Minister Conte rethinking Salvini and defending a very undercut Rays . Luca blows up the plug of apparent tranquility of Rome: precisely because he was a calm, without whims, in love with his Anastasiya who defended until the end. Motions and martial arts passions, personal trainers in a gym of ju jitsu of the area, sculpted physique: a safety of s that led him not to lower his head, to react.

Of course, here still remember the rape of Caffarella: the two sweethearts attacked by two Romanians came to ask for help right in a bar above, the Simon Caf, but stuff from ten years ago. Of course, on a bench not far from here, at the Tuscolano, they have recently dried up Diabolik, the ultramodern leader with mala and fascists. But, indeed, it seems a story overflowing with the world of l, that of monsters and the Smart White, we can pretend (wrongly) that it doesn't concern us.

Luca Sacchi instead regards us as a son. A son of the house, they say, who still lived with his parents and brother in a small street in the area, via Fiorini, where a neighbor is moved, was as good as bread, I saw him grow up: one who on the Facebook profile kept post against attacks on traders, bus controllers, relaunched Matteo Salvini's post on security. likely that his death will become more and more, in the coming hours, a matter of confrontation in the permanent Italian electoral campaign; not to exclude that this young victim assumes the symbolic strength that Giovanna Reggiani had, whose death, at the hands of the Romanian Romulus Mailat, was propellant in the march of Gianni Alemanno on the Campidoglio. Because this gap between worlds that sucked it reopens serious questions about Rome. A Genoese lady friend of her family also has some answers, in front of the emergency room of the San Giovanni hospital: I live near here, in Piazza Re di Roma, for twenty years and this is not a safe place, my children always say no talk to anyone, you can't be honest here. Even Laura, who lives at number 93 in Via Bartoloni, practically looks at the crime scene and heard the bang, has a story of a thousand fears to tell: Does that tree see it? From there they climb and enter the palace, we are targeted by thefts and robberies. Many are unable to buy drugs with citizenship income, a poisonous whisper: The other afternoon in via Urbana, my daughter was seized by a desperate backpack, she punched him and ran away … sa, pianista my daughter , not Rambo.

The story that is missing

Already, there is the other Rome that catches this by the feet, tries to drag it down, in the common places of ghettos like Torpignattara or Tor Bella Monaca, the problematic Rome that we pass on as an exorcism (edges of the periphery …). What we do not tell, because now it is omitted from the investigative sources to the reporters not to create social alarm, a Rome of micro-crime: two hundred attacks from the beginning of the year on the ATAC buses (those to which Luca was so sensitive); a Rome where robberies increase, at home, in pharmacies, in supermarkets, often at gunpoint. And where the store continues to be central to too many squares. We find everything in the annual report of the Attorney General of the Court of Appeal but less and less in the daily news. a black Rome devolved to perception and often not even reported. That sometimes reconciles with pacified Rome, but only on the walls and in the fantasy in love with some writer in the neighborhood: you are as beautiful as a "burning prison … Luca would have liked it too for his Anastasiya.