E 'dead Victor Caroli. I have lost a true friend. Friend is a term sometimes abused at other times (like me in this case), indicating a deep feeling. Friend is even more than his brother because true friendship is born by choice in a relationship of harmony of ideas and feelings. I knew as a student
Caroli. Attended the years of the newly set up a branch of the ITI Malignani of Udine. Along with many other kids in school were seeking a ransom, and personal for meat. Like others, through great sacrifices, managed to get what he wanted, realized as a building contractor I found much later in the policy. He Arta I Tolmezzo, we had great opportunities to meet. Then we found the idea of \u200b\u200ba proposal for a different policy alternative. I do not know if we shared an idea or a utopia, but we were imagining a consistent policy as a return to that spirit of service that we had to accede to the young democracy Cristina, a policy like passion. Politics as the highest form of social commitment to the development of the community of which the individual belongs. Together we shared ideas for making the flesh and the mountains of Friuli in general a land in which the new generations do not suffer the misfortune of being born, but living and appreciate the Beauty wise discernment opportunities.
A strange world of politics, where the worst intersections of schemers, career without decency, but also where you can find people animated dala passion for the "common good" .. Victor was one of them, a person who could be loved and appreciated by the people, and then used to interpret the consent to a development project in its own territory. In the political theater
Vittorio knowing I met a man. It is not a trivial matter in an environment in which individuals who believe themselves to turn the mask of mayors, councilors and presidents of organizations, who have managed to wear masks without any merit. But a mask covering it, can not fill the vacuum of ideas and values. Victor, however, was a man in the fullest sense of the word, with all the strengths and weaknesses of having a man. Genuine passion and instinct in an environment in which too often dominates the hypocrisy and falsehood, it ended up suffering the consequences of its inability to mediate and compromise. He ended his political career as a Councillor for the City of Tolmezzo, one which perhaps should not have seen his health, but a job that only an act of political barbarism has taken away when you already knew that was a few days life. If finishing is
dut Gnote from a cemetery in om valares mancul a clap.
If all end up in the night of the cemetery man would be worth less than a stone, wrote our poet Giso Fior. And there are indeed men who are all caught up in their selfishness, including stones of stumbling in the life of a community, of which there is freedom with a sigh of relief. But it is not one of them was Carol, for those who have had the good fortune to know him to attend.
If all end up in the cemetery at night ... But for those who believe not. And Victor had a great faith. San Paulo with those who believe know that we will be transformed. But even those who have no faith but it is recognized in the values \u200b\u200bof tradition, you know that what we brought to the cemetery is his body. His spirit is still here with us. As children we were taught to pray to our dead as if they were were still alive, still beside us. For this reason I can think of yet, in the dimension that coexists with that of the invisible visible "air respir ator that no, this respir ricuart from inside no.
why I think that will continue to work on the design that we developed together in a province engaged in a project to improve the mountain passing through the establishment of the direction of the Mountain, an idea that was spreading in collaboration with the Province of Pordenone for a joint development project in the mountain of our region. Project which, unfortunately, is fading.
When I had as a student I taught reading "The Tomb" by Ugo Foscolo, to comment on the phrase "only he who does not leave a legacy with little joy in" the crowd to accompany his body on the last trip was the most sincere testimony of the great legacy of suffering that has built during his lifetime.
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