This time it
Raffaele (my youngest son) to wake up. They are the first hours of the morning and call but we are dead tired, we have no desire or strength to stand up, we want to rest. At the end we tell him to come directly into our bed. Raphael is under our blankets, but it requires attention, and we shake with him. I go back to sleep. I seem to svegliarmo back to the sound of a gunshot. Am I dreaming? Or maybe not? I wake up later Monojeet a kimono, another colleague who lives not far from us. He says that he heard gunshots coming from our area and is concerned. Now I do not notice it, it will be just one of many. I get down on the floor below, where the rest of the family is eating breakfast. I ask Frank if there are any news, if our friends on facebook have reported violence in the night. Everything seems to be calm. A few hours later we receive a message from the security department of my work, stating that today is a relatively calm day, is that the staff is allowed to leave the house even if you do not encourage large displacements. Yet the shooting continues, with the usual irregular rhythm. The street in front of the house is deserted. Let us spend our next member of the Protection Committee with a stick. It 's a very tense atmosphere, but the neighbors seem to keep a great calm. We look out to discover the small district defense system. Both sides of the road blocked by a rudimentary defense made vases, wooden beams and other makeshift. 
Francesca described on Facebook as a defense is a real Beagle Boys, provoking the laughter of the Internet. Yet this small group of gentlemen, most notably sympathetic to e. ... weight to the former official photographer of the Miniter of Tourism, a guy with a mustache and plump the owner of the illegal DVD shop, also with a few extra pounds and a bit bald. We get to take some pictures, but we are now called to order by one of our guardian angels, we suggest to return home and not take risks.
Soon after, it will bring the shots in several waves. Them feel closer. Spiamo the window, but fear of getting too close and risk of possible gunfire. A volley of shots and a street battle is just one block away, in front of a small junction where there was the legumaio the neighborhood. Shortly after starting the shots behind our building at the deserted school. We are on the line of fire.
Meanwhile, the children express their nervousness. They want attention. I'm tired of being inside. They would like their friends, would go to the park. "How do you explain everything that happens to children of 4 and 2 years? the soldiers entered the heart of the game? "asks Francesca in a message on facebook, maintaining his sense of humor and trying to defuse the situation. We put ourselves then we fired into the house. A joke of course. Tell the children that there are bad guys who are going to be caught by the police. Explained that the same people who had seen them a few days before robbing Monoprix, but not to worry because the police is capturing and putting them in prison. Let's pretend to shoot, before I am a cop and bad then I have to shoot them. Without thinking about this game is not really much to what the Tunisians have seen in recent weeks. Cops who shoot the crowd and convert that real attackers from defenders in the order, the army becomes the only true body to fight for peace, citizens from recently converted to peaceful thieves and casual writers of personal revenge and new police officers in addition to taking advantage of thieves to steal them too, while the "Beagle Boys" to become the cornerstones of neighborhoods security. The role playing is one of the tragedies of verie these dark moments, but fortunately for the kids is a fun game that helps to kill time.
While we were struggling with the various battles that took place Carthage, the one with the kids and the real one that happened a block, we call my boss, who was also concerned about the situation, suggests a possible way out. "Even if the office does not take a official position, think about your family and your safety, I will prevent you, and if you need work from Rome in the coming days. " ENI in between we learn of the return from Tunisia. Other friends tell us of their intention to leave. There is air evacuation. By Francesca try to make a decision, but it is impossible. The children need attention, the calls of friends do not stop and the firing off at intervals our moments of tension.
In this tense moment came one of the great gestures of solidarity that we will never forget. We played at the gate. The gate is still locked by our additional barrier of the night. I look out the window of the plane above to understand who he is. It 's the neighbor, proeccupato for us, asking us if we need food, if we have enough stocks. It 's the symbol that will always keep the generosity of a people that not only offers solidarity with their compatriots, but also to foreigners. Fortunately we are well served, but we appreciate the gesture and thank you.
Given the circumstances, we put children in front of the television and try to make a decision. Between a phone and another in a rather quick and we decide to pack up and take the first flight. Site test of Tunisair, and 'not the site does not allow us to book flights for the next 24 hours. Let's Alitalia, site not available. Let to contact the companies directly, but the call centers in Tunisia has an automated message reminding us that the offices close at 15:00 on Sunday! Cabbage! It was 15:15! I bite the hands that have answered a few phone calls and have prevaricated in the decision, we could lose the opportunity to leave. We decide to call in Italy and try to book from them, but those who call? Our best not to involve parents not to give additional stress, in the event of possible failure in the purchase of tickets. I see Claudia, my sister, connected on Skype, so I imagine home connection. We ask Alitalia to see if the site works. And it is so! In haste and fury choose the departure date with the first flight tomorrow at noon. Perfect! "And the return date?" I asked Claudia. Let's guess, but no one has a crystal ball, especially at this time. I bet in 2 weeks, with tickets strictly exchangeable. Hooray you go!
Just bought the ticket, however, starting with the various concerns. "And if perhaps a final departure?" And "if the evacuation of all foreigners and you could not go back?". "Would not it be better to go by boat?". "What will become of the house to our departure?" And if it is attacked by vandals and jackals? "" What do we do? ". I begin to call other friends to know how others are organizing. There 'who do you recommend to keep someone in the house as the nanny, who to send the family, but stay in Tunis to arrange transportation of personal effects. Mark, a colleague was in Tunis and was able to get from his wife and son last week, tells me: "Do not you bring some children's clothing? Use your pounds for the things that have sentimental value or maggiro financiario. We enter the ball over the total. Time passes. The calls intensified. It spreads the news that Carthage is in place already and this morning an attack by forces loyal to President at the presidential palace, a few blocks from our house. Friends from all over Tunis write to us on facebook SMS or call to find out how we are. Meanwhile, the cartoon is over the children, and time to organize and less and less.
us for dinner, but I'm nervous. The children are crazy and we do not have the patience. We finish dinner and forgive quickly, with great bitterness in front of the television. We decide to start all. We decide a compromise, a suitcase full of valuables and clothing that we need immediate Italy. Meanwhile, prepare other luggage where we put things of value, easily identifiable to our landlord, if necessary. We can not go to the first night of 1 and a half hours of morning. We are in pieces.
Francesca described on Facebook as a defense is a real Beagle Boys, provoking the laughter of the Internet. Yet this small group of gentlemen, most notably sympathetic to e. ... weight to the former official photographer of the Miniter of Tourism, a guy with a mustache and plump the owner of the illegal DVD shop, also with a few extra pounds and a bit bald. We get to take some pictures, but we are now called to order by one of our guardian angels, we suggest to return home and not take risks. Soon after, it will bring the shots in several waves. Them feel closer. Spiamo the window, but fear of getting too close and risk of possible gunfire. A volley of shots and a street battle is just one block away, in front of a small junction where there was the legumaio the neighborhood. Shortly after starting the shots behind our building at the deserted school. We are on the line of fire.
Meanwhile, the children express their nervousness. They want attention. I'm tired of being inside. They would like their friends, would go to the park. "How do you explain everything that happens to children of 4 and 2 years? the soldiers entered the heart of the game? "asks Francesca in a message on facebook, maintaining his sense of humor and trying to defuse the situation. We put ourselves then we fired into the house. A joke of course. Tell the children that there are bad guys who are going to be caught by the police. Explained that the same people who had seen them a few days before robbing Monoprix, but not to worry because the police is capturing and putting them in prison. Let's pretend to shoot, before I am a cop and bad then I have to shoot them. Without thinking about this game is not really much to what the Tunisians have seen in recent weeks. Cops who shoot the crowd and convert that real attackers from defenders in the order, the army becomes the only true body to fight for peace, citizens from recently converted to peaceful thieves and casual writers of personal revenge and new police officers in addition to taking advantage of thieves to steal them too, while the "Beagle Boys" to become the cornerstones of neighborhoods security. The role playing is one of the tragedies of verie these dark moments, but fortunately for the kids is a fun game that helps to kill time.
While we were struggling with the various battles that took place Carthage, the one with the kids and the real one that happened a block, we call my boss, who was also concerned about the situation, suggests a possible way out. "Even if the office does not take a official position, think about your family and your safety, I will prevent you, and if you need work from Rome in the coming days. " ENI in between we learn of the return from Tunisia. Other friends tell us of their intention to leave. There is air evacuation. By Francesca try to make a decision, but it is impossible. The children need attention, the calls of friends do not stop and the firing off at intervals our moments of tension.
In this tense moment came one of the great gestures of solidarity that we will never forget. We played at the gate. The gate is still locked by our additional barrier of the night. I look out the window of the plane above to understand who he is. It 's the neighbor, proeccupato for us, asking us if we need food, if we have enough stocks. It 's the symbol that will always keep the generosity of a people that not only offers solidarity with their compatriots, but also to foreigners. Fortunately we are well served, but we appreciate the gesture and thank you.
Given the circumstances, we put children in front of the television and try to make a decision. Between a phone and another in a rather quick and we decide to pack up and take the first flight. Site test of Tunisair, and 'not the site does not allow us to book flights for the next 24 hours. Let's Alitalia, site not available. Let to contact the companies directly, but the call centers in Tunisia has an automated message reminding us that the offices close at 15:00 on Sunday! Cabbage! It was 15:15! I bite the hands that have answered a few phone calls and have prevaricated in the decision, we could lose the opportunity to leave. We decide to call in Italy and try to book from them, but those who call? Our best not to involve parents not to give additional stress, in the event of possible failure in the purchase of tickets. I see Claudia, my sister, connected on Skype, so I imagine home connection. We ask Alitalia to see if the site works. And it is so! In haste and fury choose the departure date with the first flight tomorrow at noon. Perfect! "And the return date?" I asked Claudia. Let's guess, but no one has a crystal ball, especially at this time. I bet in 2 weeks, with tickets strictly exchangeable. Hooray you go!
Just bought the ticket, however, starting with the various concerns. "And if perhaps a final departure?" And "if the evacuation of all foreigners and you could not go back?". "Would not it be better to go by boat?". "What will become of the house to our departure?" And if it is attacked by vandals and jackals? "" What do we do? ". I begin to call other friends to know how others are organizing. There 'who do you recommend to keep someone in the house as the nanny, who to send the family, but stay in Tunis to arrange transportation of personal effects. Mark, a colleague was in Tunis and was able to get from his wife and son last week, tells me: "Do not you bring some children's clothing? Use your pounds for the things that have sentimental value or maggiro financiario. We enter the ball over the total. Time passes. The calls intensified. It spreads the news that Carthage is in place already and this morning an attack by forces loyal to President at the presidential palace, a few blocks from our house. Friends from all over Tunis write to us on facebook SMS or call to find out how we are. Meanwhile, the cartoon is over the children, and time to organize and less and less.
us for dinner, but I'm nervous. The children are crazy and we do not have the patience. We finish dinner and forgive quickly, with great bitterness in front of the television. We decide to start all. We decide a compromise, a suitcase full of valuables and clothing that we need immediate Italy. Meanwhile, prepare other luggage where we put things of value, easily identifiable to our landlord, if necessary. We can not go to the first night of 1 and a half hours of morning. We are in pieces.
