At ninety-four, Silvano was only trying to resist. To force the body to do what it could no longer do and the mind consequently had difficulty keeping up with the will. Sabatina was confined to a wheelchair. She barely could walk and hardly. She was too fat. So many times he had told her she had to lose weight. — Me fat? I only have a swollen stomach - she answered. She did not see herself fat. Quite the contrary. In that old-age-fog that enveloped his brain (high blood pressure, prostate, varicose veins, medicines in large amounts) he tried to find his way. To reorganize his vision that he felt close to be extinguished. He understood that if he switched off that vision he would lose contact with the rest of the world. It was the last link between him and the outside world, that vision which desperately he grabbed. And the past years he had fought to keep it alive. Until the collapse of Bettino Craxi had been a lion. A fighter, a beast. He never gave up. He could fa...
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