But he wanted it. From that night of the tragic accident that was crying out for the lost children, actually in advanced pregnancy to her daughter. And then and today, Ioanna Malescu felt guilty.

And with three lengthy stories explained all her feelings and the main reason she made her go down to the rally of Tempes today, though she wanted it and thought about it.

In detail, he said:

“2 years ago 28/2 23 Pregnant to my daughter, just a few months before I gave birth. The news of the tragedy in Tempi is known. I remember freezing and crying fascinating all these mothers who lost their children. All these families who sank into mourning.

And I was carrying a psyche inside me. For a long time I felt guilty of thinking that I would share something from the “beautiful” period (pregnancy).

What to say publicly, how to soothe how much of all these people. There were times when I felt that silence and respect, silent pain and discretion were the elementary that one could do. One of all of us, who crushed the thread unfolding but who had not lost someone of ours.

Today was a day I wanted and tried to find a way to get down with my little one, to be there, one with the multitude of our fellow citizens who want the truth to shine, to pay tribute to the memory of the wronged souls, and to stand by the relatives of the victims of the tragedy.

… However, for many reasons I was scared to risk getting down with my little man, because I was thinking that if something went wrong, I would never forgive me – if my child exposed at risk. And I felt guilty. 2 years after this time for another reason. I could not “support” this struggle for the obvious. For the administration of justice. For the memory of these people.

I was watching early on the pulse that television was broadcast and moved by the crowded attendance of the world. Of the ordinary world, the next door, the one who drowns him by the unjust, and who thinks that in the position of these 57 people-who were unjustly and tragically left for life-they could be themselves or someone of their own, because everything is likely in this life. I heard the relatives of the victims speak with dignity in pain and admired their power. I wonder how much pain, anger, indignation, complaints and sadness are able to carry people’s hearts and at the same time emit warmth, morality and courtesy.

And then those who always emerge and tan the days, the souls, the events. Whatever the need is for relief and discharge, violence is not the solution. All the more so in a day with such a character and purpose.

And there I wondered inside me, it would happen if I was confronted with such a condition with a little kid in my arms. Instead of giving him pictures of a “sacred” character, I dive into panic, insecurity and danger.

I am sorry for what people who were forced to trap in disorderly flee to protect. I’m sorry to always talk about bahalakis in this country. I am sorry for the lack of education and cultivation, I am sorry for all these unmistakable among us who are enjoying the bump. But I am glad to have shown as a people- if you exclude these few who only know how to spoil and desert- that we are all punching for the wrong way.

And light will always make the darkness scare. Because light and good will always find the way at the end of the story. “