Του ΚΩΣΤΑ ΚΑΡΑΜΑΡΚΟΥ (Μελβούρνη)Ενα ποδήλατο και πολλά λουλούδια θυμίζουν στους περαστικούς πώς πριν μια εβδομάδα, σκοτώθηκε σε αυτό το σημείο της Μελβούρνης ένας 25χρoνος ποδηλάτης, μετανάστης από την Πάδουα της Ιταλίας.
O Αλπέρτο, που δούλευε ως μάγειρας σε ιταλικό εστιατόριο της πόλης, που έκανε όνειρα για το μέλλον μαζί με την καλή του που προχτές τον έκλαιγε με λυγμούς, ο Αλμπέρτο...
Δεν ήταν ο πρώτος μετανάστης που έχασε τη ζωή του μακριά από τον τόπο του...
Μακάρι να ήταν ο τελευταίος...
How long will these flowers last?
How long will Alberto's memory last?
Was he a refugee from crisis hit Italy, earning a living by working as a chef in a restaurant in Melbourne?
His life was not lost in the high seas, while trying to enter Australia. He was riding his bike in Sydney Rd, Brunswick, when he was accidentally doored...
And yet...
His accidental death reminded me of other accidental deaths, migrant deaths, in the factories, in the building sites, in the highways or railways of the developed West...
How long will Alberto's memory last?
Was he a refugee from crisis hit Italy, earning a living by working as a chef in a restaurant in Melbourne?
His life was not lost in the high seas, while trying to enter Australia. He was riding his bike in Sydney Rd, Brunswick, when he was accidentally doored...
And yet...
His accidental death reminded me of other accidental deaths, migrant deaths, in the factories, in the building sites, in the highways or railways of the developed West...
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