Naples - The Naples Public Prosecutor's Office is currently investigating arson against unknown persons: the unknown individuals are the ones who last night set fire to one of the city center's iconic nightlife venues, "Buco Pertuso."
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.
According to the firefighters, the fire was started deliberately, which is why the police, after interviewing the owner, drafted a preliminary report, which was sent to the Naples Public Prosecutor's Office today.
He himself recounted in a long post on social media what happened between the three phone calls that night to warn him and the rush to the club.
"I had little Sole in my arms and she just wouldn't listen to me 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, a dream with walls, an idea, but also concrete anchored to lava stone. The city where water is lava that becomes earth. We will fight again to become stones like diamonds again. We want you close to us, thank you all.
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