people continue to die, won, sold, inoculated with not our ills, sold off as cannon fodder, as guinea pigs on which to test the new poisons. The polygon
military Quirra in the heart of a beautiful part of Sardinia is spreading death and disease for years. Made 60 years ago wore out the health of the population, dramatically increasing the incidence of cancer such as leukemia. I feel like a litany, a requiem repeated always the same people, friends, suffering from incurable diseases, who lived far too many years but who had the misfortune to be born in the vicinity of the polygon, in beautiful but poisoned land. They are the young people of our war dead, they are our veterans, the collateral victims, our contribution to the Cold War that has lasted for the population since 1956. I feel disgusted, depressed and powerless. The screams of a population ignored in the face of evidence that leaves no doubt the figures speak for themselves: the number of cancer cases is very high, orders of magnitude higher than normal incidence of national statistics and everything passes in silence , nothing is done, you must first honor the leases of the polygon, the population is silent suffering in silence.
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