Right under my nose...

I could see one of the injured guys from my window, in front of that videogames store on the corner of Via del Borgo San Pietro and Via Irnerio. There was already some guy in uniform, a security guard, having a look around. There were also some people. I guess I just couldn't believe it! It was really happening here, on Via Irnerio: gun shooting right below my apartment, below my beloved window! I went to the kitchen so I could have another view of the street... and there he was: the other guy, still inside the car, a car with its windshields torn to pieces by the gunshots. Amazing. First thought: "Holly Cow! Davide, he went out tonight! Where the hell is he?”

Some five minutes later Davide came back to our apartment. He was OK and had no idea about it all! I didn't tell him but I was so relieved to see him back home. Davide has become like a little brother to me, and I was really worried about him.

We watch in awe the time passing by while paramedics tried desperately to keep the guy alive, that guy in front of our kitchen window. Not that we really knew how he was doing but Davide made me realize that they were taking too long before moving him, and surely this was 'cause he was so badly injured it was just too dangerous to lift him from the ground and set him in the ambulance. Paramedics were working so much on the guy and police cars kept coming. Finally they took him to the hospital. We would later know from the news, the day after, that the guy had injures in his head. Davide was right: that guy was barely alive when we saw him that night. That guy was trapped in between life and death. Up to this day, according to the news, he still is…