And nothing, there were already so few, you could count them on one hand, the journalists, the real ones, capable and with their backs straight as a ruler.
Those who at that point would elevate the profession for what it truly was.
Pure reporting, investigation until the end, never stopping in front of NOTHING, because the search for truth will never be an opinion to sell to the highest bidder.
Thank you once again for everything, Maestro.

Le stragi si fermano, Berlusconi giura al Quirinale: il racconto di quei giorni