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Spanish, French, Italian
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Outcome. I look at their full cheeks, coated eyes, careful expression, and I cannot speak. I don’t know where to start. I wonder whether it would be appropriate to do so. How can I tell Lorraine Cultraro of these young people and these girls of sweet and serious expression? How can I say that it was raped and massacred by three school companions? In Sicily, in Niscemi, a few kilometres away from this Caanese school, Dante Alighieri, whose teachers invited me to talk about femicide to pupils in the last middle classes. He was of their age. I have many stories, many lives, to tell, so that children can understand what deep insecure violence is giving rise to so much violence and in which cultural models and stereotypes have its roots, but it is from Lorraine Cultraro that I have to leave, because I was old, was a girl like them, and yet she was swamped by ‘good’ boys who could have been confused with them who now expect to start talking.