On the ring road west in search of the prison of Sgarella.
A walk in the fields along the ring road with the West sultriness that stifles and mosquitoes. Six, seven hundred meters up and down in search of that hole that 12 years ago was the cage of a seized. Alessandra Sgarella in this tomb of earth and mud remained there for two months. It was the winter of 1997. A terrible winter. A look at, to feel the smell of this campaign that does not even seem to Milan, there is a gentleman of 70 years, gray hair, a pair of pants color sand. Observes and tries to understand, to imagine what you would say to live in that hole.
Frederick Forsyth is one of the most famous authors of spy story to the world. Best seller, written with the manic pursuit of detail. Here, in August of Milan in the 40 earned degrees, he had sent from Quantico FBI investigators, “He wants to know the ‘Ndrangheta? Be-ne, go to Milan. And Buccinasco. The next novel, another best seller assured, they say that talking about cocaine. Of a global traffic of white powder from the narcos party of the Medellin cartel and directed in Europe. For calabresi of Milan. He, author of Day of the jackal, the Dossier Odessa, L’Afghanistan, in Milan among its sites in the odor of ‘Ndrangheta, the local villas and seized the boss, we spent almost a week. Studying. It was by the carabinieri Ros, spoke with the police in narcotics, with the judges. He observed. Did questions calmly. Avu has to answer. A Buccinasco we finished Monday afternoon Thu. He met the former mayor Maurice Carbonera. One that the sponsors, in spite of himself, known to them by: bullets shipped home, car burned three crosses in a park left to vote on a plan. “Carbonera Mister, tell me where is the ‘Ndrangheta? ‘.
And so forth, searching the pit of Sgarella, the garage via Aldo Moro, 8 where it was held in 1988 Cesare Casella, and again under the overpass where the ring road, four years ago two bazooka emerge, which would be used to jump in air the car of anti-mafia prosecutor Alberto Nobili. But the tour by car with a translator and men of the Mondadori publishing house, to observe the houses confiscated the old boss, for the Sergi, the feared Antonio Papalia. And the new houses, those of the godfathers of grandchildren grown up with the same bravado and infinite respect for the laws of the clan. Antonio Papalia, 55 years in prison for nearly two decades, is said to still hold the ranks of business calabresi in Milan. The city where, for the deputy prosecutor of the National Antimafia Enzo Macrì, legs are stronger than in Calabria. Because that is where the drug passes. The British writer, before ending up at FBI headquarters, has collected information in Colombia. “The biggest producers are here, but the traffickers are elsewhere. In Europe. ”
The massacre in Duisburg 2 years ago has opened the veil, brought to the fore the Calabrian with their archaic laws and merciless. “They say that the Mafia is more dangerous, a mafia of businessmen, pastors, murderers, drug dealers and lawyers. Really is the emergence of the third millennium? “, Asked the writer to investigators. “We have explained the structure familistica of the thighs, their work in the track. Their being invisible and invincible, “says a carabiniere Grouping of special operations. And so on, in the street, to see closely the Ortomercato, its buildings destroyed and the tower with stained glass mirror. Here was the lair of Salvatore Morabito, the grandson of the founder of the clan of Africo, ‘u tiradrittu. There was also a night who knows how to open between the vegetable stalls. Then the beautiful building in Viale Brianza, 33, where until a few months ago was hiding Antonio, the son of the boss Giuseppe Piromallo. And the yards of the new and old Pirellone Fair is emerging where the Milan of the future. Where the trucks full of earth, a business that pointing the thighs, are up and down, towards dell’hinterland deposits. Where the names, tax lots, refer to Locride in San Luca, a plate. Buccinasco behold, that which have identified to the FBI once again Platì the north, because we ended up the boss to confinement in the’60s. Here, at the table chatted a bar, a haunt of the young offspring of families Barbaro and Papalia, Forsyth said the gestures, the faces, the white coat strict and open up to the third button. Incomprehensible accents heard, patiently recorded the acts of these young boss. Boys from the novel, the godfathers of new drugs.
