In the wake of the abhorrent events of the past few months, and perhaps due to the surprisingly high frequency of said events, groups of people in various cities or more specifically in the less splendid neighbourhoods of those very towns have banded up to form a people’s militia against crime. 

The aforementioned events, I am ashamed to say, include in the most part raping of women and young girls.
Regardless of my feelings about those happenings which, I believe, are shared by any sane person, I am here today to express my views of the Vigilante phenomenon.This situation is expanding pretty much everywhere like a disease cloud, and it can be felt even without straying too much from one’s homeplace.
Most of these events, and again it is with heartfelt shame and sorrow that I report these facts, have happened in my very own hometown, Rome.
The Eternal City on a first look may appear as a golden town of lights and grandeur whispering of a  magnificent past and a brilliant future yet, on a closer look, there also is the misery and struggle of the suburban neighbourhoods whose honest inhabitants are constantly fighting against crime and malevolence. 

The picture is quite tragic: in these God-forsaken areas of town women are forced to be constantly on their guard, children cannot play freely in the public parks nor can young couples take a moment to be alone. Wicked men are ever-present, forcing those desperate people to act on their own and forming their own patrolling squads.This struck me as quite curious- the first time I ever encountered such organizations happened while I was visiting my sister in Toronto, and once I entered her area my eye fell upon a sign which said “This area is protected by Neighbourhood Watch” and already I could see small groups armed with baseball bats patrolling the various blocks, beating down any potential felons.
Of course, that wasn’t the case as my sister kindly explained me: people there just helped each other whenever they could, and nothing forceful was implied.

This is, in theory, what should happen over here on my very own doorstep. Those Modern Vigilantes are equipped with light jackets, torches and loudhailers- some of them even have police radios and pepper spray; and, in total honesty, this worries me almost as much as having criminals roaming free around town.
This is only the “official” force, but what if some flamboyant man, after having rallied a couple more fellows with fiery temperament, decides to go on a hunt driven by hatred and carrying a banner stating “Nobody helps us, so we help ourselves?” 
Where will this lead?
To a modern day witch-hunt?

Truth be told, the formation of those groups of Vigilantes by “official” forces seems to me just like an easy way out for those who should be doing this job, passing the burden on to the poor honest citizens who not only have to fear crime, they now have to defend themselves from it on their own. 

It is quite incredible what can be found in our country just by digging down a few inches of earth.
Being a Roman myself, I’m used to the underground wonders which are scattered all around town- on one part this is a quite a peculiar aspect that not many cities in the world can boast about, but of course, on the other hand this is also a huge disadvantage. It is for this reason that, for example, Rome’s underground train network isn’t at all developed.
How could one possibly build an underground train line if, after having dug, he was to stumble upon the remains of an ancient Roman Domus?

Remaining on this line of thought, the forgotten heirloom found underground not always is artistic or a a beautiful sight for the eyes. On the contrary, the inhabitants of the Lower Susa Valley in Piedmont  had quite an unpleasant surprise.
 A 250kg airplane bomb dating back to WWII has been brought to the surface during the construction works of the Torino - Modane railway. The bomb, of American make, was located just a few hundred meters away from the Sacra di San Michele, a characteristic monument representing Piedmont. The entire area had to be evacuated in order to safely defuse the bomb.
I can imagine the scene between two locals:
“Have you heard? They found a bomb quite close to here, we have to leave our homes for a while.”
“Such luck! People down south find ancient vases or temples underground, and all we get our lousy bombs. Ah well, time to go pack my bags and get ready for this forced vacation.”

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Edoardo