How many more deaths will it take to change our way of being on the road forever? How many more deaths will it take before someone stops pretending to ensure road safety in this country and actually starts a real, serious process that addresses multiple aspects of people's lives, but with a single goal: the road as a common good, as a place where each of us is the guardian of the other, especially the stronger protecting the more fragile? How many more young people must we mourn? 

What could be more important on the road than the lives of our young people? Why are we unable to protect them? Why do we kill them? Who are we really when we move on the road? Are we human? Why don't we speak clearly? Why don't we say how things really are? Why do we look at the finger and not the moon? What interest on the road is greater than a person's life? 

The life of a 14-year-old girl?

Why don't we even want to write clearly what happens? Why can't we all agree? Why do we point the finger at the victims? Why do we hate a person simply because they move on a bicycle? Why do we hate a person simply because they slow us down? Why don't we have empathy for others on the road? Why don't we change in the face of immense tragedies? Why do we insist on not going, with all possible resources, to the heart of the problem and not doing everything to solve it? Why do we struggle so much to admit that we're not really doing everything we can? Why do we pretend not to know what the problem is? How many more deaths do we need to drop the mask once and for all and declare ourselves united? How many more years? How many more Adeles, how many more Micheles, how many more Saras, how many more Matteos must be killed? 

The problem is us inside our cars, wanting to arrive before everyone else, on a road built for cars.

But many cannot even say it in the face of all the young lives shattered in recent days, the first days of summer, in terrible road collisions, let alone in the face of a girl killed at 14 years old while training on her bike.

Little Adele, the face of the driver who killed you is the face of each one of us.