Naples – There is an investigation file at the Naples Prosecutor's Office for fire arson against unknown persons at the moment: the unknown persons are those who last night set fire to one of the symbolic clubs of the nightlife of Historic Centre, or the "Pertuse Hole".
The flames around 4am destroyed everything at number 21, via Giovanni Paladino: only the blackened walls remained and the little that the violence of the fire failed to destroy.
For the firefighters the fire was of a malicious nature and this is why the police, after having heard summary information from the owner, drew up an initial report which was sent today to the Naples Prosecutor's Office.
He himself recounted in a long post on social media what happened from the three phone calls that night to warn him to the rush to the club.
“I had little Sole in my arms and she didn't want to hear anything last night; my cell phone rings three times from an unknown number; I think "oh what a fucking joke", then another call from a "visible" number; I look at the clock, 4:19.
Uff, I send a whatsapp asking who he was and what he wanted. He answers me with a telegraphic message: “police, the place caught fire”. I rush to via paladino while in my head I have the faces of those who have been with us for ten years; they pass by my head as if I were taking a ride on a carousel. Years of work, meetings and assets to protect.
When I arrive, a fireman welcomes me, while I float between wakefulness and sleep, who pats me on the shoulder and pays me homage with a paternal look, without saying anything. There is an acrid smell of plastic and incandescent iron, a future without tomorrow. I rest on my knees without feeling anything anymore. I am empty.
I see two other young men in uniform, out of the corner of my eye, from the state police. The oldest of the firefighters approaches me and says: "it's a fire of malicious origin”.
Then one of the two guys from the police station comes over and asks me if we had any friction with anyone. I tell him peremptorily no, I don't remember. It's not that long, ten years, but a lot of things happen.
Moved by the unconscious I cross the entrance of the hole and enter. A dark nebula envelops me, I cannot breathe, while I wet my feet with the water that comes in from my shoes. Holy water.
the rush gives me back a sense. The flow without return the migration without pain, the strength without undoing the molecules. Holy water.
This place is our home it is a dream with walls it is an idea but also cement anchored on lava stone. The city where water is lava that becomes earth We will fight again to return stones like diamonds. We want you close, thank you all”
Article published on 31 January 2025 - 22:00
