He stands on the roadside, the arm stretched.

Please.

He stands on the front line, screaming.

Liars!

He stands on the roadside, begging.

God bless you.

He stands on the barricades, throwing the bottle.

Bastards!

He falls on his knees, desperate.

I’m here.

He falls in front of the officer.

I’m right!

We are the victims of injustice.

We stand. They die.

Stefania Grosso