ALS is a silent malattina that comes and attacks the body slowly, without giving refuge to the unfortunate. Like a shadow, is attached to the ankles, the marrow of life, and I will suck away as if nothing had happened, day after day. And it stays there, exhausted, pour on the bed, silent. But now, for the first time in Italy, this rigid and ill-fated game of silence will be finally broken.
So I will speak with the world: the story of Michael Riva
was 1999. Every haunting I woke, I got out of bed, as usual. Every morning the same daily activities, sovrapensiero. I walked to the streets of Turin, trembling, at a quick pace not to be late. Every now and then I felt a cold sensation at the base of the neck and shrill, like a avveretimento, a warning invisible I warned. So I turned around to watch my back, looking for danger, what or who threatened my serenity. But I saw nothing. Imperceptible shadow suspect, from that haunting, began to follow me everywhere, without reason, without stopping.
Everywhere I went, I speak with anyone or entertain me, that entity was dark there with me. I could not shake it. Initially I worried, as I was anxious to see clearly, to have answers, but they hesitated to come. Gradually, I felt increasingly weak, with difficulty get out of bed. Climb the steps of the palace became a titanic scale. I thought it was stress, fatigue. Then I noticed that the infamous shadow clung, clinging to me, my legs, my arms, my chest, preventing me to breathe, move, communicate.
One morning I was stretched out, stiff and silent in a bed. As a tomb in the open, stay there, minute after minute, unable to speak, live, take me to my loved ones. The life seemed to desert me, slipping between his fingers like sand falling from the hands back to the beach. All my dreams seem faded. One above all, to become amateur radio. Since childhood I loved to talk on air, you can send my voice ether, in a parallel universe, infinite. But now, open your mouth and bring out something, even a squeal, it was a mission impossible.
I never thought that technology would come to meet me. Thanks to two computers and a sensor eye, will I again spread my voice, my thoughts into the ether, to many ears tell theses stories that best represent me, I live in my days filled with silence and stillness, limits that my mind and my tenacity have been able to bypass.
Section Agoravox from Italy of 01/06/10
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