E 'on the evening of April 1, 2006. In preparation, Brescia, we're going to go away. The TV is on, but nobody listens. You print the first, the control subjects and three minutes. The sport has closed, cultures as well. The last look eye to eye of the first page printed in A3 to better see the typos and the phone rings. At the same time we turn to the TV. They found the body of Tommaso Onofri. A terrible story, which devastated the whole of Italy. Little, who was kidnapped a few weeks before he was murdered. In a few minutes back to our desks, restart the PC. The newspaper can be dismantled and rebuilt. I do not remember what time we finished that night. But every time I think, with nostalgia and anger in the history of EPolis, I remember that night. The spirit of sacrifice, devotion to work, love for the newspaper that exceeded any effort, any obstacles. I could tell dozens of episodes of the same tenor. But on the evening of April 1, 2006, I always returns to mind as prime example of what was, for all of us, working EPolis.
I can say I was born EPolis professionally. Five years of work before Brescia and Rome, five years of great sacrifice but also of great satisfaction. Five years I've learned to do everything, where I had the opportunity to tell great news stories, to meet great people in my life and bring colleagues who later became friends with a capital. Five years after the publisher decided to throw in the toilet. The story, simple, is this.
born from an intuition of the Sardinian Nichi Grauso, the chain of free press in a few years EPolis comes in almost all of Italy. Newspapers that open, journalists are assumed. Regularly. The problem is that, often, a contract does not match the seriousness of a company that immediately after the expansion to the north, begins to slow down the payment of salaries. We are in 2007. In July, the newspaper does not come out. E 'on the eve of the first crisis of EPolis: the company has € 50 million in debt to everyone. Employees, social security institutions, the health service, where the newsstands every morning to get the papers (which, in the last period, we paid our own pockets) and even the suppliers of the furniture of the newsroom. August 2007 is dramatic: table of negotiations, meetings at the Ministry of Labour. It all seems lost, when here comes Alberto Rigotti. The publisher
philosopher, who in an interview with Il Sole 24 Ore on November 10, 2007 reveals the strategy for EPolis: a balanced budget by year end. From end of the year have gone so many months. Meanwhile, the publisher philosopher has only accumulated debts, not on time and made promises never kept. Months passed, wages are low. The contributions - then we will discover - too. Falsified payroll (deductions all'Inpgi never paid, and the Casagit additional funds for the TRF), cdr appeals fell on deaf ears. The company gasps, journalists despite everything, drag the cabin until July 2010.
July 2010, in Rome's hot. On Capitol Hill there is the marathon for the approval of the budget. The tar welcomes the action by the President of the Provincia di Roma, Nicola Zingaretti against rising road toll launched by the government. Vado the conference, I go back and write a showcase. I never imagined that it was the last piece to EPolis. Because the paper is never released. The rest is a history of court, the bankruptcy hearings and proceedings to recover the money.
Ah, yeah. Money. There are three salaries, the thirteenth until September 2010, the severance pay - which have never paid -. I do not know when and if we can recover everything. They put in the road 130 journalists, led by a 500 jobs. Above all, they trampled our sacrifices. The nights, the 14 consecutive hours - because it was important PROJECT - to the office, lunches and dinners jump. Your life goes on standby. When helped to create a newspaper, gets a little 'you. Caresses him, cure him. We hold that it is well dressed. That others respect. Lots because he lived. But as always, this is not enough. Remains much bitterness, but it is also the feeling that not define, for being there. When the eagle shook, when there were elections, when he was kidnapped Daniele Mastrogiacomo, or when in Brescia, in a week, there were five murders. And when that evening of April seems like a century ago, they found the body of Tommaso Onofri.
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