Repubblica dedicates a fixed space to deaths at work. A Spoon River that tells the lives of each victim, preventing them from turning into trivial statistical data. Invisible and forgotten lives. In our country, an average of more than two workers a day does not return home and “Dying from work” is intended as an uninterrupted reminder to institutions and politics until what has been defined as a “crime of peace” ends.
“Aziz often went to a tobacconist’s shop, he had very sweet black eyes and a shy smile. He was always polite, respectful and patient. He came every week to send financial aid to some family members who remained in Senegal”: so Sara the tobacconist in Ponte della Priula, in the Treviso area “Here we blacks work like this, they wear us out and then they put us aside. Aziz had already been dead for three months, because he was doing very hard work. All day with the shovel doing cleaning “: so a cousin.
Aziz Diop was 23 years old, he rushed out of the silo he was cleaning in a company of concrete and building materials in Susegana. A life (and a death) that tell about immigration to Italy better than any sociological analysis or political controversy: Aziz had worked for two years in that factory, before he sold bracelets on the beach in Sardinia, and his father always works in the factory (among the first to rush in in a desperate attempt to revive him), and the cousins. Thirty years ago the first employee of the Diop family, now retired in Senegal, since then about fifteen family members hired.
“It’s the other side of immigration that few want to see – says Sara, the tobacconist, to a local reporter -. Good people, workers, who have come to Italy to give their loved ones a better future. around the pain of all Diop for this tragedy “. But Aziz will no longer pass into the shop and we will all continue to search for a meaning in this life, even if this life does not have a meaning.