Flying is only an old record!

I Remember the last flight - when I was obligated to return back to Italy from London. First to get up aboard - i looked at the flying company’s operators and like usually happens - they bought and printed a second - less visible and not provided on my hands - flight ticket (paid in cash by someone) accompanying me for all the flight. I may only assume that it was included with a flight insurance, considering my heart conditions. 

I would only know what I made of so irreparable to deserve all this attention being the no one’s son!!! Be restricted, manipulated and obligated to watch everyday cars, people, objects, names, roads and indications (that may be true or false) attempting to explain me every doubt, thought, symptom or curiosity I could have during the day/week. Just because the cachet left by some important person, inherit, film incoming MUST be consumed and distributed to and in Italy. Who has ever asked for it ?! What the hell may it matter to me ? Take this “cachet” and distribute it to the whole nation, country. Make a donation and let me breathe, live in peace. Do i have ever asked for money to Italy? Do i have ever asked for get attention from Italy ? Never. And I don’t truly understand why i have to assist everyday in this chaos, movement of cars and people when they are supposed to work for their own instead to run TV instructions. I believe they all are tired and annoyed and for a certain sense even anger of my injustices. I don’t care about your money, I care about mine - gone away for your fault. I care about my disease caused for your fault. I care about my privacy, my intimacy gone away. I care for my injustices not for your fake expressions of teachings through people, things and objects. People need to work and i need to discover finally my disease and what I can do. 

I REMEMBER THAT I AM A HELL ORDINARY PERSON, POOR, AND WITH A LIFE THREATENING PROGRESSIVELY DETERIORATING ITSELF WITHOUT A DIAGNOSIS. I AM NOT ANYONE ELSE AND I NEVER WILL DO. 

I AM SUPER TIRED, SLOWED AND ALWAYS QUEUED WHEN I AM IN AN HOSPITAL. I am not anyone. I am just a “mafioso” not chosen for my decision. My father is the “compare” of a dead boss belonging to bad criminal. You could delete every document but it will remain always it and me too, like all the familiars and people with a bloodline bond. No children and even if I have one/someone he/she is mafioso like me. Where the attentions and money move, check better - he will be someone with my same background.  

This is the country where first blames you to be criminal - and when you help them to discover that you don’t have anything of it in your habits - they say: we will remember him like an example against mafia. Did you get it? A crazy, mad flag that doesn’t have any clear direction - just moving left and right where the wind pushes 

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