Repubblica dedicates a fixed space to deaths at work. A Spoon River that tells the story of each victim’s life, preventing them from turning into banal statistical data. Invisible and forgotten lives. In our country an average of three workers a day do not return home and “Dying at Work” aims to be an uninterrupted reminder to institutions and politics until this “crime of peace” ends.
“It was not I who brought you freedom, but I found it here, among you.” The words of Giorgio Castriota, known as Scanderbeg, the hero of the Albanian liberation from the Ottomans in the fifteenth century, are a mantra for Albanian-speaking Kosovars. Obviously they were also for Nazmi, who died at the age of 52 in Italy, his new homeland for twenty years. Of him, of his wife Lendite, of his daughters Launore, Laureta and Sadie, of his son Leutrim. Nazmi Morina lived in Rudiano, in the Brescia area, and died while working on the construction site for the renovation of a retirement home in Orzivecchi: he was overwhelmed by the fixtures that came loose during loading and unloading operations from a pickup truck with a crane. “I once traveled from Kosovo to this Italy by bus – Blerton wrote on social media – there are many good and sincere people. God bless Nazmi’s family.” “May Allah have mercy on him – writes Elvis – deaths like these are unfortunately frequent for our people when we work in various places. Let us not underestimate this situation first.” But the communities that host the Kosovar people should not be underestimated or neglected first. Having emerged from the war just twenty years ago, Kosovo is often mentioned with a lowercase letter, Apple barely recognizes it in the maps and FIFA has only done so since 2016. Until then the players of the teams in the Kosovar championship (not approved) could not play in the stadiums and after the matches they washed themselves in the rivers.
