ABSTRACT
I got rid of all of them. Maybe if what I wanted was revenge they would have offered me it. But what I wanted was the truth for Peppino, just like Peppino wanted the truth. And the truth was against them. And I shouted it out: the Mafia killed my son. And I’ll keep on shouting it as long as I live. Whoever comes to talk to me about my son pays me a tribute.
