Indicted Berlusconi, at Palazzo Grazioli begins the wait long and exhausting

From some time the buses no longer stop on via del Plebiscito. Matter of public policy. But, in this February afternoon that drawing to a close, the order appears to be under control such that the two policemen, in front of Palazzo Grazioli, appear relaxed, as in a normal day, and they can afford even to speak with the people who pass heedless of the hurdles behind which the cameramen begin to amass, with the resignation of those who imagine that the wait is already long and exhausting: When will Silvio Berlusconi come out?

For the moment, the foreigners look like the most curious. Steady, from some good ten minutes, an american tourist  stares  the main door, trying to understand. When yet another Mercedes goes out from the building, asks information  to the man who is near to him, one of the few that is certainly not here to work and from his aspect , you don't  understand even if he is a daredevil supporter of Silvio Berlusconi, or his opponent. Perfect metaphor of this moment in history, so special, that we are living. "Ghedini, Mr Berlusconi's lawyer, " he explains to him. Then from the pocket of his jacket pulls out a photo of Palazzo Grazioli on which there is written an insulting sentence and then you know which side he is.

There isn't the crowd that the event would deserves, or at least you would expect coming here. Many pass in the most total indifference, almost with a little annoyance for having to get off the sidewalk on which the cameramen continue to raise and lower the cameras at the first sign of movement that comes from the courtyard already enlightened. Now comes another car. It sees  Gianni Letta, frowning like the glass behind which is hidden. Nobody do not even attempt to stretch a microphone, who would dream of leave of the statements? A few hours before it has passed from here, I look at the case, former Attorney General in Milan, Francesco Saverio Borrelli, enlivening for a little 'waiting. A simple walk, he only said.

Meanwhile the sun is finally fading,  and in this narrow road as a deep gully, you  do not understand which evening  will be . You can not even imagine that a few meters from here the sky, however, is clear. All of cobalt, without a cloud. As you would expect from a day that you want absolutely don't forget. When you finally give up and you decide to abandon the garrison, launching one last look, among the spectators, a little 'more to one side, you is hit by a black girl, yellow scarf, woolly hat on his head and the expression of a fan you would expect in front of the hotel waiting to come out his divo. Yet when you try to ask  her  why is there, She ensures us that she isn't in the wrong place. She knows very well who's inside there. It also she knows that the nostro Divo, for now, has no intention of leaving the scene.