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Journalism Is An Extraordinary And Terrible Privilege. Not By Chance, If You Are Aware Of It, Does It Consume You With A Hundred Feelings Of Inadequacy. Not By Chance, When I Find Myself Going Through An Event Or An Important Encounter, Does It Seize Me Like Anguish, A Fear Of Not Having Enough Eyes And Enough Ears And Enough Brains To Look And Listen And Understand Like A Worm Hidden In The Wood Of History.

Listening To Someone Talk Isn't At All Like Listening To Their Words Played Over On A Machine. What You Hear When You Have A Face Before You Is Never What You Hear When You Have Before You A Winding Tape.

The Increased Presence Of Muslims In Italy And In Europe Is Directly Proportional To Our Loss Of Freedom.

I Know Ours Is A World Made By Men For Men, Their Dictatorship Is So Ancient It Even Extends To Language.

There Are Moments In Life When Keeping Silent Becomes A Fault, And Speaking An Obligation. A Civic Duty, A Moral Challenge, A Categorical Imperative From Which We Cannot Escape.