Maybe someone his name does not say much. But I am sure that others remember some of his forays to the Barona, a neighborhood that - as he remembered - he never stopped giving Arese troubled teens.
We should have met with Dr. Arcos, a great friend in common, just before Christmas lunch to exchange greetings, I had the heart to ask him for advice and support for a project of an oratory in Sarajevo I was certain that the would have liked and would have moved mountains and sea to find the right channels ... already on the phone had promised me. But then the sudden hospitalization, a diagnosis that did not want to accept and the rapid decline until death which occurred yesterday morning.
was a man so I had the impression, in our meetings, which at that time that you did not exist for him. The eyes were lit with a light prophetic when it came to boys, oratory. It is veiled with melancholy when we see certain trends that certain structures or even new generations of priests are likely to devalue or even destroy our educational ministry. His passion was the "barabitt", the kids that life has already scored in the negative and waiting for a love that redeems them. And he love them he has never denied. He was a priest for troubled teens: woe to say "tough guys", because that is a label that prevents the redemption and fly away, in difficulty is instead a statement linked to the moment, a temporary situation if it is accompanied with hope and confidence. That passion has turned in me! Not only that, I owe him so much: the best insights that I bring in and who have become part of stable project me has suggested him as the after-school, the prospect of an oratorio by the "low wall", the Baron's clowns and much more that kept in my heart because it belongs to or made all my dreams. Feel
macanza someone when you know the phone, the next time when you will not know which way to turn around or to start you on that road, there will be a friendly voice that says "vienei, we'll talk." And I'll miss those walks, even late sera, sul campo di calcio di Arese o nel suo studio a Milano.
Proprio ad Arese, nel cuore di agosto, con tanto insolito silenzio attorno, mentre parlavamo del futuro dell'oratorio, è caduta una stella. Gli ho detto che era un buon segno perchè i nostri desideri si avverassero. Sorrise.
Ora che farà il clown in Paradiso assieme a don Bosco e a tanti altri santi della gioia, alla sua preghiera affido i miei sogni e gli chiedo di colmare il senso di vuoto e di solitudine che in questo momento mi stringe il cuore.
qui si possono trovare gli artcoli che don Vittorio pubblicava periodicamente sul portale della Diocesi di Milano nella rubrica intitolata Barabitt
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