I was Diego, rebel against everyone, wolves and sheep

My name is Diego and age doesn’t matter because I’m already done and fernuto. ‘And old women who command this district know that nuje nun tenimme fear and nothing and nisciune, not even them. Nuje nun stamme sotto ‘o schiaffo ‘e nisciune.

My name is Diego, I like a good life, ‘e sorde, ‘e machine, ‘e femmene, ‘o juoco e ‘ofun, and I’m proud of it, too bad I understand how this time I was born works, add ‘e primme will always be the first, and the last, always the last.

There are three categories ‘e uommene a stu munno: ‘and wolves, ‘and sheep and the rebels. ‘And sheep always do what he says’ master. They eat add says ‘o boss, they sleep add vo’ ‘o boss, chiagnene, fuck and laugh only if ‘o boss’ or allows. ‘And sheep keep ‘o core ‘e ricotta, so’ scarze a capacit, curagge e comprendonio, for this reason they are sheep and will remain sheep. ‘And sheep are afraid of the guards, the government and the Camorra. They are impressed and they get used to each other when they find a gun, a tie, a truncheon or a tax bill face to face. And sheep I am convinced that they are good Christians because they do everything according to the law and rules, even when those laws and rules lead to certain death and without pride. ‘E sheep so’ morte gi prima e mur pecch they are afraid ‘e camp. ‘And sheep survive only to reign on the belly of the wolves, I know meat and slaughter, they only know how beee and say gnors. Chiagnene ‘e notte, quanno nun succeed in durm pecch if they realize that they are sheep. ‘A matina per se forget ‘and tears and go back to pasture add vo ‘o master without saying n A en B.

Little are there ‘and wolves, I know’ and two species. Chille who wear a jacket and tie, and chille who hide guns and drugs inside the dashboard or behind the statues of the Madonna and Padre Ppio. And first they keep ‘o core ‘e carta, ‘and clean hands and dirty soul ‘and sheep sanghe. Dinte ‘e veins don’t flow ‘o sanghe but ink, pecch stu tipo ‘e wolves have done ‘e school and if you call me for titles and honors. And second ones don’t keep studies or papers but bullets and Kalashnikovs. Yet they drink and eat the blood and flesh of sheep and quacche vote and slaughter. Both ‘o primma’ and ‘o secondo tipo’ and wolves walk three meters on the ground, they arrobbano, they choke, they ambush. They keep guards and armies, offices and folders, deaf people and weapons, laws and property at their disposal. ‘And wolves keep their teeth, ‘and sheep don’t. Even if I know ‘e doje different species, all ‘e lupi magnano dinto ‘or the same dish. They have parties and banquets together, they pretend and if they cumbattere but they help one cu n’ato to prosper and dominate. These two types ‘and wolves have two sides of the same coin, one ‘and lead and n’ata ‘and rubber. Cu chella ‘and rubber go on television, hold rallies and make fesse ‘e sheep. Cu chella ‘e lead kill and terrorize.

E po’ ce stame nuje, che nun simme n sheep en wolves. Nuje simme rebels. ‘E wolves have ‘ncoppa’ written and the jurnale che simme comme ‘lloro, ma nunn’ overo. Sapimme eats like wolves, someone ‘and nuje also knows how to write and speak’, but nun vulimme cummann, only vulimme is scary, take back our destiny and our land. Nu rebel or or disgusts wolves and don’t have respect for sheep. ‘And first they are parasites and cowards, and second they are victims and they deserve to die as victims. It’s wolves so’ mariuoli, nuje simme fighters. ‘And wolves if they move around the dark and campano ‘and hypocrisy, nuje simme chello that simme e campamme e murimme a luce d sole. We have enough lives and it sucks to live like cowards. Nu ribbelle ‘and ready to kill young, for the hand of the Camorra or the government, first they have to catch us first.

My name is Diego and I am a rebel. I believe in my comrades, in my land and in protest, in revolution, in terror. I believe in God, even if God doesn’t always understand us. Whenever it will be time, we’ll set me down at the table cu ‘o Pataterno e facimme ‘e cunte pe’ ved se avimme made chiu victims nuje or ‘e wolves, and Isso will decide our soul. I don’t believe in the State and the Camorra, which are institutions and organizations governed by wolves. I don’t believe in peace, because there is only war in Stu Munno. I don’t believe in the future, because our time was tycooned by wolves, and only condemns if he doesn’t fight. I think that ‘o bene exist, but pe mo sulo ‘na fantasia. I also think that there’s no need for rebels, but as long as a society knows that, until the situation changes, it’s better to camp as a rebel than as a wolf or sheep.

My name is Diego, I was sixteen years old and I was killed this morning during a shooting. I died convinced, first and close my eyes, and I came up with a question: how would it have been in my life if I had been born around a world without wolves, sheep or rebels?