Fuego

Milan is burning. It’s burning in a fire of organized crime. It’s burning like a gym devoured by flames. It’s burning like the bare feet of the saint who stands on the roof of that gym, screaming about the madness of men. It’s burning like the shops that refuse to pay the Mafia, and like the disfigured faces of those who know about the flames, but remain silent. Number of characters: 13.551