There are no photos ........... but just read the story and the words that you enter in as a stab
......... That Man CONTINUE TO EXIST ,
CONTINUE 'TO KILL WITHOUT MERCY' any animal deemed necessary
MAKE HIM ....... and for the police e gli organi di legge, è tutto normale..........
Per chi crede, perchè l'ho sentito dire troppe volte, che in Sardegna non
esistono gravi maltrattamenti...............
Margherita
13-10-2009 - Quali parole esistono per commentare, siamo ancora sconvolte
perché noi avremmo voluto fare qualcosa per questa creatura innocente. Le
parole non servono se non a farci sentire inermi davanti a queste realtà
vissuta come un film horror.
Sono le diciassette e 23, ricevo la telefonata dalla polizia municipale di
Olbia, nella strada verso le saline c’è un cane bisognoso di cure, l’utente
che ha segnalato il caso ci accompagna. We reached the outskirts of Olbia,
in open countryside, Monte Talbu. We
, no trace of the dog.
Yet it was here, continues to repeat our guide.
I look at 'horizon, I see popping up man, holding a sickle, a scythe type
long iron with the handle, I approach, I ask him if he saw
a dog, which dog, I have not seen any dog, What are you doing with that thing in hand
ask him?
I needed to get rid of the boar, she killed the dog howl
voice that is more and more 'stirring, something tells me answers, I love to
dogs.
puts the gear in the machine asks me to go away
it needs to close the gate, I implore him to get me to go see, I refer to
go, always with a unique calmness.
Meanwhile, it starts to rain and we in the rain.
He calmly walks away.
I climb over the network with barbed wire, Barbara follows me. We do about 300 meters
among the branches when I see the body of a dog.
shake my head, I close and open my eyes more 'times, but I still
view, we approach, a cry comes from his throat: he slaughtered,
a pool of blood, and ended with blows of sickle.
At this point I have a void, maybe I want to reject the images, Barbara
take the dog back to the car. It takes fear, despair
, that sheer helpless and we all stained with blood, blood still warm
of an innocent creature. This
'we feel ... ... ... ... ... ..., our instinct is powered by
brutal actions that do not even more' to be filtered out by reason.
The temptation then is to turn his head from 'other leg
not see the unbearable suffering of so many atrocities.
Our escort left us alone, so there is no more 'nothing to do,
wife is afraid the man is going down.
Barbara and I remain alone in the open countryside, the sun, with the man
who killed the dog, but now we were in a trance, we could not accept such
and gratuitous cruelty.
I go, because he 's done'? Why do I keep repeating, a thousand and one answer only
because the dog was not mine, they gave me
because he was ill, could no longer 'keep it, there were children, I
I've tried, I wanted to give her a chance but I could not
and then I killed him.
The fear becomes more 'great, I look at you and Barbara
but could not speak except with the looks.
'll call the police, can not 'come, call the firemen can not be
immediately, the cry that we are alone, call the police while the man continues to repeat
is not damaged.
arrive two policemen who are starting to question him, asking to call
the owner of the dog arrives, drops out of the car and asks what happened
, the little angel on the ground, even for him a look, I
the heart narrows, Barbara and I are upset.
It 's like to see the sequences an ugly but true
twisted mind of a film, an alien planet where they were burned feelings.
This camouflaged by a phrase that seems normal, did not want more
', now ... ... ... Think of that creature, her throat cut and ended in blows,
think his eyes stained with blood.
are twenty-two when we go out from the barracks, Barbara and I NEVER forget a lot of atrocities and suffering so much
. We've seen many, but a scene so 'we were not "ready to face
. The little girl was
unas pure Shar Pei.
Hello little angel, we wanted to save you a few minutes would be enough,
maybe a handful of seconds, too late to rip your
cruel fate, you did not deserve such a death 'terrible, you're not that deep
never been loved.
perché noi avremmo voluto fare qualcosa per questa creatura innocente. Le
parole non servono se non a farci sentire inermi davanti a queste realtà
vissuta come un film horror.
Sono le diciassette e 23, ricevo la telefonata dalla polizia municipale di
Olbia, nella strada verso le saline c’è un cane bisognoso di cure, l’utente
che ha segnalato il caso ci accompagna. We reached the outskirts of Olbia,
in open countryside, Monte Talbu. We
, no trace of the dog.
Yet it was here, continues to repeat our guide.
I look at 'horizon, I see popping up man, holding a sickle, a scythe type
long iron with the handle, I approach, I ask him if he saw
a dog, which dog, I have not seen any dog, What are you doing with that thing in hand
ask him?
I needed to get rid of the boar, she killed the dog howl
voice that is more and more 'stirring, something tells me answers, I love to
dogs.
puts the gear in the machine asks me to go away
it needs to close the gate, I implore him to get me to go see, I refer to
go, always with a unique calmness.
Meanwhile, it starts to rain and we in the rain.
He calmly walks away.
I climb over the network with barbed wire, Barbara follows me. We do about 300 meters
among the branches when I see the body of a dog.
shake my head, I close and open my eyes more 'times, but I still
view, we approach, a cry comes from his throat: he slaughtered,
a pool of blood, and ended with blows of sickle.
At this point I have a void, maybe I want to reject the images, Barbara
take the dog back to the car. It takes fear, despair
, that sheer helpless and we all stained with blood, blood still warm
of an innocent creature. This
'we feel ... ... ... ... ... ..., our instinct is powered by
brutal actions that do not even more' to be filtered out by reason.
The temptation then is to turn his head from 'other leg
not see the unbearable suffering of so many atrocities.
Our escort left us alone, so there is no more 'nothing to do,
wife is afraid the man is going down.
Barbara and I remain alone in the open countryside, the sun, with the man
who killed the dog, but now we were in a trance, we could not accept such
and gratuitous cruelty.
I go, because he 's done'? Why do I keep repeating, a thousand and one answer only
because the dog was not mine, they gave me
because he was ill, could no longer 'keep it, there were children, I
I've tried, I wanted to give her a chance but I could not
and then I killed him.
The fear becomes more 'great, I look at you and Barbara
but could not speak except with the looks.
'll call the police, can not 'come, call the firemen can not be
immediately, the cry that we are alone, call the police while the man continues to repeat
is not damaged.
arrive two policemen who are starting to question him, asking to call
the owner of the dog arrives, drops out of the car and asks what happened
, the little angel on the ground, even for him a look, I
the heart narrows, Barbara and I are upset.
It 's like to see the sequences an ugly but true
twisted mind of a film, an alien planet where they were burned feelings.
This camouflaged by a phrase that seems normal, did not want more
', now ... ... ... Think of that creature, her throat cut and ended in blows,
think his eyes stained with blood.
are twenty-two when we go out from the barracks, Barbara and I NEVER forget a lot of atrocities and suffering so much
. We've seen many, but a scene so 'we were not "ready to face
. The little girl was
unas pure Shar Pei.
Hello little angel, we wanted to save you a few minutes would be enough,
maybe a handful of seconds, too late to rip your
cruel fate, you did not deserve such a death 'terrible, you're not that deep
never been loved.
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