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Ulrike Meinhof (1934-1976) was a true believer, a well known journalist and a terrorist in the RAF, the Red Army Fraction. What happened in Germany in the late sixties and early seventies, what were the political and individuals events  that have transformed her commitment to peace in violence and hostility?

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Gabriella is 30 years old, and she passed 24 of them to study. She wanted to be a doctor, she was curled on the books, she finished her studies early with honors and academic kiss. "Put your heart in peace," they told her yesterday in the hallway where she practice by anesthesiologist "Everyone already knows who will win the competition for the recruitment, he is known to be incompetent, but he have the Comunione and Liberazione card."  
And there's nothing she can do.

Stephen has 23 years, he wants to be a musician. He studied and worked, and the money he can use them to set aside his guitar and his band. One day Stephen has an accident, his right wrist is broken, the hospital work but something goes wrong, he had a crushed nerve of the hand. "A mistake during surgery," they told him, "Within two weeks, and you come back as new", they told him. Six months after the accident Stephen can not open the hand, only to close it. Impossible for him to hold a pick in those conditions.  
And there's nothing he can do.

Until a few years ago, Franco had a job. For 18 years he has bent his back, euro after euro has scraped together a small fortune. He had a girlfriend, wanted to buy a house, escape the mortgage, has invested everything in Parmalat shares. Today, Franco is ruined, his girlfriend left him, he returned to live with his family. In 40 years working for $ 1000 per month. Those who ruined him live in the same houses than before.  
And there's nothing he can do.

Krista is 26 years old. Seven years ago she was in Genoa. It was the first time, Krista, and his brother Luke have marched through the streets, they chanted anti-globalization slogans, they have seen guys decked out in black fire to cars in front of a cordon estate agents. On the evening of July 22 Krista goes to sleep in a school with foreign journalists. In the middle of the night police raid, she runs upstairs to the bathroom, closes in, the reach, the kicking and beatings, the insults, the spitting on her, take her away on a stretcher. Seven years later the scar on the face of Krista did not leave, he still has headaches, while watching an impartial tribunal to fulfill the mandates of his beating.  
And there's nothing she can do. 

Aged 19, Charles has his rifle and joined the Resistance, defeated the cold, fear, froze his fingers on his rifle, worn teeth into sleepless nights, but there was to rid his country by the Germans, was to defeat fascism, there was to do a better Italy. Today Charles is 80 years old, and when he speaks about fascism, liberation, resistance someone laugh, others puffing, many do not even know who is speaking.  And there's nothing he can do.

Massimo is a biologist, he is working on a new treatment for retinitis pigmentosa, his 16 years old brother began to see hurt, his vision began to shrink more and more until he became completely blind. So Max has decided to become a geneticist, has taken a degree, a doctorate and 10 years ended in a laboratory. The salary of hunger has never allowed to live alone, to marry, to get a life. But he did not care, he wanted to decipher the genes of sick brother to find a remedy. Then the new government cut funding even before it jumped the maximum salary, then the laboratory, now the results of ten years of research have been sold off to a U.S. laboratory that will decide whether and when to use them. At 36 Max no longer has a job, his brother is expecting a baby, he could develop retinitis.  
And there's nothing he can do.

 If you are one of the people above, then please do not read this book.

If history is a guide, we'll see it soon.


"The revolution is not a gala dinner,  is not a literary party, not a drawing or embroidery, you can not do it with such elegance, with much serenity and gentleness, with such grace and courtesy, the revolution is an act of violence "