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DAY 12

7 hours. Horde night, the 40 winds of Cape Horn arrived in Sardinia. Wind of water, buckets, all night. Without light, drafts of icy air. This is Cala d'Oliva, the prison of despair.

7.30 am. Pietro Marongiu praising Manitou, the edge of a cliff in Cala Sabina. It will be heard by the gods of the heavenly meadow?

8 hours. A group of angry wild boars approaches from us. They say "a boring istranzos sos", maybe the aliens are us.

Hours 9. We discuss the service that we should devote Rai3 at 11.30. It is an important occasion. Meanwhile, we read our book of the island on Facebook of cassintegrati. We hit the comment of a man of Bolzano, who writes: Where are the unions? Immediately answered by a Sassari, with the student spirit that distinguishes them: "In that Casinu zi ponghiani them!".

Hours 10. Perhaps we should be more moderate with the national unions. Having completed our dictionary impropreri against them, we decided that for a few days does not mention them anymore.

10.45. Time always tremendous. Where do you get our weather meteorologist Peppino know it is not given. Today he provided a calm, even insulted him.

11.30. Wonderful service Rai3 on us, connecting with the Aragonese tower, la nostra Houston, la centrale di controllo, il nostro avamposto dal quale partono tutte le iniziative. Purtroppo non riescono a collegarsi in diretta con noi all’Asinara. Peccato. I nostri colleghi e amici sono stati formidabili nelle loro dichiarazioni, bravi Marco Nurra, Michele Azzu e Stefano Masperi, quest’ultimo dalla torre aragonese.

Ore 12.15. Ci comunicano che testate nazionali hanno fatto ampi servizi su di noi: Corriere della Sera, Messaggero, Espresso, Il Fatto quotidiano, Libero. La nostra lotta ha fatto breccia, finalmente. Solo su facebook i nostri sostenitori sono già 40mila.

Ore 13.30. Qualcuno dovrà tenere conto delle reazioni della grande attenzione sulla nostra vicenda. Ma segnali concreti yet we have not. The government latita, there is no news of Scajola. And the Arabs of Ramco, our prospective buyers? It whispers of a deal well underway.

14.30. We must send our foreign minister on a mission on the mainland, there is no middle. Un'appoggio ask the Park, through the indefatigable Joseph Grieco and Pierpaolo Congiatu. The mission is secret, will last three days, surely the minister will take advantage of seeing for the Champions League, we would have also understood that the shepherds barbaricini already well they know the character.

Hours 16. Someone has to leave the island, but tomorrow there will be new arrivals, however, are to strengthen the party. The desire to keep it intact, even stronger than before.

16.30. On Andria, our goat production, we lost almost all hope. Where you will be kicked out? We hope to be hidden away with his girlfriend.

Hours 17. The Minister, along with three other colleagues to leave the island by Fornelli in Stintino, is transported to the mythical Antonello Sanna, who once again defied the stormy sea for us, embracing our cause in full. He does it with enthusiasm. It 's a great seaman, a large catfish of those once.

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March 8, 2010 7:00 pm: The Grecale is disruptive. The sea and sky blend threatening. A separate strips of foam just huge, ranging in regular succession to crash into the cliffs of Cala d'Oliva.

7:30 pm: It was not an easy night, it was really cold. The wind penetrated everywhere, even in the narrow corridors and prison cells where we are holed up. We have breakfast, gaunt, a wing of the cowboys of the far west. We have learned, according to the direction of the wind, to gather in places where we are safe. E 'already an automatic gesture.

08.30: The cell where he lives our Foreign Minister, was also occupied by Pepper, head of the PVC plant, and new meteorologist (not one guesses), we see that the cell is contagious. She also asks him about the sandwiches stuffed with a little butter in Norway. Publicly derided.

09.30 am: We announce that we are in the front page of the Republic. It 's a small victory. It 'an important signal that the national newspapers are interested in us.

10.30: We are waiting for new arrivals, we fear that this time the boat can not dock at Cala Reale. But Captain Carannante, special envoy of owner Franco Del Giudice with his Sardinian piarti of SARA D. Storms are stronger. After 2 attempts the landing is made.

11.00: old acquaintances and new arrivals, such as Marco Antonio Pinna and Olia, who despite his back problems is here among us. They are disoriented. In a few days but will be perfect masters of the island and the narrow cells.

12.00: 25,000! It is growing exponentially! The people of the island crate facebook integrated expands strongly ugly proletarian. Never stop to thank its founders, Mark and Michael Nurre Azzu, graduates and experts in communication. Why not trust this country to young people?

12.30 pm They call us all a little bit, newspapers, TV friends (old and last time!). The idea Asinara we had, "stubborn and non-violent" is bearing fruit. No call from the national union. Will be offended by the words spoken against them, which were of the stimulus. It 'a shame that have not even tried to contact us. What is the National Union of chemicals that do not compare with the base. Because the bureaucrats will not be replaced by real union? Why let alone even the provincial unions? Expect from a wave of national life, if it lets you know.

13.30: It's still light, but returned shortly after suddenly. Asinara this looks magic. We called the staff of the Park, which these days have never ceased to give us their support. Take this opportunity to thank all those who continually send us food. There a united country, not just selfish.

14.30: Where will it be finished Andria, our foster-goat, of which we yesterday reported missing? We are worried. Other animals also seem to have vanished. Every now and in the distance we see some wild boar and white donkey, mimettizzati in the Mediterranean, and among plants of Euphorbia. Their survival is pure instinct.

15.00: The island is beautiful, it's all green. There are also pools of rainwater, mirrors on which you could walk. There are also some rough paths in which venture and Paul Tore Gavinuccio Salaris. Come back: the wind is too strong.

16.00: Meeting. Indeed, exchange of ideas. Do not think we are the only ones suffering. There are temporary unemployed, young people who have no voice. We do not presume to be their representatives, but at this time is to them that we want to send a message. Do not resign, not commiseratevi, never lose the will to fight, even if it's a losing battle. Do not criticize all because it's like criticizing anyone, do not give in to indifference. Each of you is more important than they might want you to believe.

17.00: Visit of Arturo Adriano Desulo and Lula. The last leader of the forest is under barbaricini island. E 'of few words, asking us if we needed anything. You look straight ahead with his occhi azzurri racchiusi da 2 piccole fessure. Si vede che è temprato dalla vita e che capisce la natura degli uomini.

Ore 18.00 : Graditissima anche la visita di Enrico Mereu, lo scultore dell'isola. Si discute ancora. Non so per quale oscuro motivo si va a finire su quali siano le 7 meraviglie del mondo. Gianmario non se le ricordava tutte e gliene chiede conto. Mereu risponde:"Le meraviglie del mondo sono 2, la mia famiglia e adesso Voi." Un altro giorno è passato.
Un saluto ai lettori...e un bacio a tutte le donne del mondo.

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