- Silent Killer -

- SILENT KILLER - when it really isn’t !

Brief explanation of my last 15 years for who pretend to not comprehend - still believing in gossip and fake awareness.

| 2000/2001 |

While I was enjoying some moments with my baptismal companions’s son - going out of the church for children - turning the corner intentioned to come back to home - a girl (more male than a girl - later disappeared. Never ever seen her) hit my head with a stone caught on the road. She was so accurate and precise. I lost an incredible amount of blood from my head that I fell on the road - without consciousness. I woke up into my uncle’s medical studio - surging and sewing my head with medical points. They were at least 20/30, if I remember well.

| 2005/2006 |

While I was playing cards and billiard with friend, one of them proposed me (on others’ indications) to make a big inhalation of smoke (tobacco and marijuana) even if I never smoked before. I fell asleep. For 5/6 hours I collapsed on a chair and I woke up with another friend of mine in another town nearby drinking a cup of chocolate hoping to retake my consciousness. Months later, I felt sick for a week while I was playing billiard - after having drunk a drink. A terrible pain in the abdomen left me paralyzed on bed for a week. Initially, pain started from my bottom recipients of ….you know - I think it’s clear. I think that has been the moment I became sterile. I was sterilized.

|2007/2008|

I was playing for the town’s football team. First to start the season, as it was consuete, I took an heart stress test and I remember well - my past football coach (G.T. - strangely and suddenly passed away for a disease that seems to be exactly like mine - he worked in the local municipal office) looked at me and the doctor wondered, paying attention to the results. Something was wrong, surely (something in the heart). No information about it. Consequently, and rethinking about that I comprehend why, the coach forbade to play most of the matches. Just 20/30 minutes of the second part of the game. The year ended and the team was in financial deficiency and it couldn’t subscribe for the next season closing definitely that year (coincidence). I never played football anymore, agonistically I mean.

| 2009 |

The previous business company handled by my father, a friend of him and my brother - got , perhaps, the most important commitment regarding their last 20 years. It concerned about the building of a temporary area for immigrants (CIE). Just some month before the beginning - all the entire machinery equipment was stolen. Founded couple of weeks after in the nearby after many suspects and criminals threats.

The work had definitely made and everything went well until the Christmas of the same year.

Some months after, started a legal investigation for some misinformation’s escaping.

| 2012 |

I finished my secondary school - rewarding the title - and afterwards, the next year I opened a personal business to help my family in some legal complaints regarding the past business company.

Same year, I knew a girl (no name for privacy) and I started a genuine relationship with her (at least I thought so) thinking maybe what. Instead, years later I understood everything. I don’t wish to anyone to cross through what I lived.

A couple of years of hard work - all the time - as a helper, officer, carpenter helper, constructor helper, mechanic helper. Then, following a suggestion, advice got by a friend of mine upon others’ indication - I subscribed for a Bachelor Degree in Business Administration (you may logically understand why. Do you remember the previous legal investigation? 😉 Well. That was the moment when my planned and scheduled manipulation has started. How could a so young guy without experience be able to guide, lead a business company from zero? “SOM” had to educate me better - studying and letting believe differently despite the investigations.)

| 2015 |

I subscribed for university - beginning a new path in a new city - times much bigger than my small town - knowing new people, guys and schoolmates that though, were three-four years smaller than me. It wasn’t easy to handle considered that I was coming from a total different background based on manual works and different kind of education, culture. My habits were to sign bank allowances for employees, suppliers and being completely immersed into an environment of guys living their best moments of studying, education and experiences was hardly to manage. I hadn’t felt in my comfort zone, honestly. Not for being asocial or lonely. Simply because of my previous experiences and background.

| 2016 |

By the way, years run and I was involved in studying and working together - more focused on the management and less on physical help, obviously.

Exams and lessons were completed in time for the most of subjects. Honestly, I wasn’t focused on it - 100% - like I could do now - being conscious how much awareness, education and self improvement is essential to success. Anyway, not the best student but neither the last one. I did what I could based on the conditions I had.

I took advantage of some of enjoyments that a big city offers and I didn’t miss them. Someone could criticize me expressing rejection and opinion about which they were but I really no longer care for it. No matters what they think. ( https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1Cdy2PSrdg/?mibextid=wwXIfr )

| 2019 |

Efforts and struggles brought me to the final graduation. Not many people around me (just my family, my ex girlfriend and some of the most closest friends) but I have no idea how to be fake when official events arrive. I am not a master in falsity. It’s truly not my business. Perhaps, I could be it in some occasions but it doesn’t belong to my personality and character. Doubts and suspects - thinking years later - growing up at the speed of light - despite that exact moment.

| End of 2019 - 2020 |

My ex girlfriend was “forced” to leave and follow his family to the north of Italy for better jobs opportunities. In the meanwhile, I was thinking about a faster, short MBA (1year) to complete my education path. I never thought about Specializations or something like that - persevering on learn thousands of theoretical pages. I was searching for something more practical. It wasn’t my intention, goal, dream finding a job in public administration or schools or even getting a phd.

I started it - and in the meanwhile - broke in a viral virus that forced everyone to stay close in home for months. During the pandemic though, I was acknowledged by an alarming letter coming from the local government - in the south. Months later, I came back leaving my ex and the job I was working on. All the rest is well known.

| 2021/2022 |

Plenty of new radical experiences through lawyers, courts and police. My ex came back to the town - assisting me and not letting me alone - until September, 2022 when - after a rash of several sequences, events of confusions, mental instability and madness coming from a legal complaint I made against Police to help my family. I assisted with my own eyes - who and what dropped into my glasses and dishes - no excuses or lies (it was for keeping you calm. I had the opposite side effects. It wasn’t surely a pill for keep me calm, nay, everything else. I was under effects of drugs).

As rightly it was - she had to forced to go away from the town - being picked up by her family and leaving me definitely (“textual words I never forget pronounced by her mother: “You’re sick. I speak with you like I was your mother. Find a cure and take care of yourself. I have to bring my daughter away from here. And addressing her face to her she said: “you must forget him. He doesn’t exist anymore”).

Some days after, while they were preparing their bags and stuff - I had a first symptom an heart attack. It was, if I remember well, July- September 2022. I went to the ER and in fact, something appeared. There was something wrong. They suggested me to wear a Holter to keep my heartbeat (valves, coronary and arrhythmia) under control because values weren’t safe but written in masked ways.

First event on which anyone intervened and took a position to protect me. Who knew preferred staying in silent.

THE SILENT KILLER - as they call it - was running.

| 2023 |

Year of isolation and focus on myself. Self improvements, studying, learning, English courses. No symptoms. No illnesses. Just some health visits after having bought preventively a health insurance for keep me under control. An eye’s check and suddenly afterwards started a series of car accidents. Like I hadn’t to drive a car. Car destroyed at least 3/4 times.

| 2024 |

It’s all well known. Full blood check in a private clinic in Lavello. Bad values. Fake checks. Threats to the clinic. One month later. Accident. Underlying disease ——> Heart attack. Beginning of the Calvary.

Don’t call it - SILENT KILLER. People knows, doctors know and knew. Hospitals know. My ex girlfriend and her family, closest friends are testimonies of that. If they could speak - the whole castle of glass would fall. My wish is they may speak about it as much as they can just to eat, eat and eat again about my disease and life.

I have to apologize with them only for my wrong actions I took when I was in Bari. No excuses. But for the rest, knowing every single frame of my family, history (dark version) - I think they can comprehend my decisions and why I made ‘em. They have been “tools” used by my family to keep “the illusion history” standing, alive, “true”.

Illnesses don’t magically fall from the sky. They happen when something is wrong. They aren’t silent. They’re only not correctly diagnosed for obvious reasons.

When a child was born alone, for a mistake, like a orphan - all his life had been grown up to revenge an earning on him! To use it like an investment and finally reclaim the reward.

According to them, I mean - the dark family - I was born alone, orphan and I have to die not differently. This isn’t a family. This is a revenge on a child whose guilty to be born has been planned quietly and calmly to make it generate an income. Clean and “legal”. These are animals worn under gentle and innocent faces. They shouldn’t deserve any admiration and attention. The only thing which they are aiming to is money.

P.S: I don’t want to remember how many times I went, every Christmas, escaping to the local family’s doctor after having had lunch fresh, not cooked fish coming from the sea. No provenience. No labels. Sick for days - vomiting and with an exhausting sense of nausea - and taking syringes of something to keep it treatable. I don’t want to be malicious, but if you repetitively eat fresh fish - without labels and provenience - not cooked, the probabilities to get sick (epatite and other liver infections) increase exponentially. Symptoms I had are just the side effect of it and the reaction my immune system made was symptomatic of an illness.

I don’t wanna remember how many times I felt bad, struggling with headaches and cranial pain. No one, in my family, has ever concerned about it. Nobody took it seriously bringing me to make a check. This is the proof, demonstration I always have been a weight for them. A stranger to grow up with lack of pleasure.

Nobody, for warmth and caring, has ever worried to check my health once a year, as every parent or legal familiar is supposed to do. These acts are an example of caring. Lack of caring is proof of no interest in you. And I’m not speaking about the last 5 years. I’m talking about the last 20/25 years.

My anger is founded on this resume of events began from my childhood. And if someone close to me (familiars and friends), is earning appearance, benefits and money for a story is totally different from what I briefly resumed before, I am and will always be against them. I cannot accept that someone is benefiting something on my life.

Actually, I am not eligible to understand what there’s running behind my physical and especially digital identity. Whatever way you’re adopting, you’re behaving against my consent. Taking advantage of my data, information and privacy to build your businesses, illegitimately and illegally. I don’t absolutely care which are your reasons, money reclaiming or pretending. I lived the most simple and ordinary life that everyone on the roads lived. Nothing of special or particularly interesting of financial and economic reclaims/compensations. I didn’t live with more than essentials only. I could only thank you for not having ever make me miss a dish, meal on the table but anything else. No other illusions, comforts and viciousnesses.

Therefore, what is obsessing my mind today is: What the hell do you wanna yet ? What is interesting you to keep me locked, imprisoned and unable to decide my life? Why can’t I take care of my healthcare ? Why can’t I create a new network of friends, choose a new path, expatriate abroad, get a new job, create a new company. What’s in the middle of this process that forbid me to get freedom?

I have no debts with people or Italian Government if not some unpaid loans I opened for myself. For all the rest, my clean consciousness speaks louder.

I pretend justice and punishment for who didn’t take care of me - for decades - and don’t absolutely deserve it - now. I don’t care what’s the reason but whatever the amount of money was and especially entitled to me - there’s no reason to overcome my presence, my rights and in handling my life. As you voluntarily missed time ago - following the same way you have to stay out of my interests, now! Illness and death - brought to me appositely, don’t even justify - in terms of percentage of damage - your intervention. I am independent to defend and take care of my rights. My brain is working perfectly until you don’t poison me. I am entitled to manage somewhat was belonging to me in terms of assets, money and interests.

I pray all the days, that someone, especially Police, Courts, Judges and international organizations could help me to figure this enormous trouble out. As an European citizen, I reclaim respect of my own rights.

This situation has been happening for a decade at least. If today, is too late - the power of decision is still on my own. To decide what to do and how most I like. “Too late” has been planned time ago when instead, if took in time - it wasn’t “too late”. Please, MAKE SOMETHING OF CONCRETE, NOT WORDS ONLY! Act and execute punishments and reprimenda. I am not an immigrant, here. I own EU documents and I claim respect for it.

Don’t question me, what are you thinking to hold? Because this “castle of glass” that has been built behind me - for any reason across the World may be financed free. Anyone moves himself without a compensation. Therefore, there’s something and I am urgently asking to bring it out.

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