This year will be celebrated by somebody as the 40th anniversary of ’68. Someone will remember 60 years since 1948, when the first democratic parliament was elected following the new Constitution.
For my generation, however, there is an unforgettable date wich has marked my childhood, and perhaps its follow up. Nothing to do with X generation, or Y. What I do remember, the place where I do come from, like many who where born in the Seventies, is march 16 1978, and the kidnapping of Aldo Moro.

Last year Romano Prodi mentioned that it is about time to "front out" the papers of the ill-faked 1978, wich fales 30  years after the birth of our democracy and 30 years before the 2008, wich nobody can anticipate the events. In any case, something to think about.

When I was six years old, I wrote a school essay on the knipping of Aldo Moro. I remember my grandfather, listening proudly at the head of the kitchen table while I was reading it, on a red-colour squared table cloth, like the ones used in the tavers of the neighborhood.

Perhaps due to this rememberance, I have gone in this opening days of 2008 to see once more the streets of terrorism in Rome. The streets where Aldo Moro was kidnapped, detained and killed. Streets so well known by name, but seldom written about (only Enrico Ghezzi made a video from Via Montalcini to via Caetani).

Following is today the landscape of Via Fani, and that terrible crossing where Aldo Moro was kidnapped and his escort exterminated. There are many "for sale", posters around, not at a low price, I bielieve. It’s a place of the "bourgeois" and "quiet" Rome. The is a beaty center just in front of the stony plaque, on the other side of the street.