Italian journalist bursts into tears as the sentence of Karor's boss was read: They stole my life.

He had not cried that way since the funeral of his friend, writer Michela Murgaria, on August 13th, two years ago at the Church of Artists in Piazza del Popolo.

It's true, so it's”, admits investigative journalist Roberto Saviano, as he boarded one of the two accompanying cars at the court's exit. But yesterday, in the Hall of Appeals in the Piazzale Clodio, the journalist who denounced Gomorrah cried even harder, more desperate. He embraced his lawyer, Antonio Noblee, repeating the words: “stole my life, suppressed me. ”

The dedicated public who had come exclusively from cities such as Turin, Pesaro and Bolonia to support him applauded the decision, confirming the sentence for the notorious chief of the Casales clan, Francesco Bidognetti, known as “Cicciotto mezzi”. The nickname, according to some, stems from his ability to spread fear in the middle of the day.

The emotion was extraordinary. Seeing him face - to - face through a video link from Milan's maximum security prison, the man who had ruined his life since March 14, 2008, was a serious, painful confrontation. Bidognett hates Savianon this is known and the trial yesterday confirmed this. <x0) Spartacus”, was actually a death sentence for Savianon and for Il Mattino's bold journalist Rosaria Capacchione.

But even Saviano, with what has been spent almost 20 years under police protection, hates him:

“Bidognetti is the one that used a 25-year-old girl, Philomena Morlando, as a human shield one evening, to save undercomert assassins. He showed up today with short sleeves, in front of the cameras. But he has never missed a session, because, under the 41-bis regime for over 30 years, these sessions are the only free time for him”, the tch follows.

Clearly, the years under pressure have left a trace: “They ruined my life and I was unable to handle it. Now my body must be protected. For years it was said that I did not need police protection, that it was a privilege. But I dream every day of having some freedom... a motorcycle trip, a walk. ”
A Roman girl named Claudius, who was nearby, listened and said: “I'll buy you the engine, Roberto. ”

His tears are the true product of fear that he had conquered on March 18, 2008, just four days after the <x0-shopalje” of the Bidognet risk. Then, at the age of 29, Saviano urgently moved from Campania to an island, without his luggage, due to an imminent danger. Giuseppe Setola, known as “o Cecato”, the killer of the Ghanaese massacre, who searched for it by fishing ship...

Yesterday's “Dation was the most important of my life,” said Saviano.

Because never before in the history of justice, no court had seen macaw chiefs accuse politics, but journalism as responsible for their sentences.

And for politics there was a clear call:” Did you see any political representatives today in the courtroom? I didn't see anybody”. /Periscope/