RIVA. Sergio Molinari, for almost 35 years and signature column of this newspaper, died yesterday. “I do not know how many weeks I have left to live. But I know that I want to live with the affections that are dearest to me. ” Sergio Molinari, for nigh thirty she signed and column of this newspaper, news editor at Rovereto and Riva, died yesterday, a few days after his sixty-first birthday (he was born on March 30, 1954), in the home of Diaz Street, in the heart the historic center of “his” city.
Sergio just died surrounded by those affections in which he had sought warmth and protection from the day in which, it was the winter of last year, the hospital had diagnosed the disease. He fought like a lion, passing as it were on a roller coaster emotional – as often happens to those who follow this path – from hope to disappointment, from good to bad news. Then the bad news has become an unfortunate judgment, before which the medicine has had to give up. A ruling that Sergio had agreed with incredible serenity, worried more than for himself, for the people who were dear. They donated the latest energy and the last thoughts.
We like to say that Sergio has remained himself to the last. Until the last moment not lost the pleasure for irony and self-irony. And even when the disease has pressed, when made it difficult even the word, has not lost the pleasure of fulminant joke to give to those who stood before him. Here, in a perhaps Sergio appeared turned to those who knew him for a long time. Restlessness that sometimes turned into furious outbursts and oversized (and balanced by the ability to repent and apologize) was honed by the experience of the disease. And the unrest has turned almost into sweetness, which donated to those who have had the privilege of interacting with him at this particular period of his life.
He was aware of his condition and for that he was aware of how precious the time he had left. It is the reason why in the last period he preferred the intimacy of his home, the meetings in a “protected”, far from the gaze embarrassed of who does not know what to say in front of the disease.
Professionally, Sergio was – as well as responsible for many years of the newsroom of Rovereto and Riva – a chronicler free-range, of a generation that has looked askance at the new spreads, to digital platforms, social networks and all those technological innovations that today make this job so profoundly different (and in some ways still indecipherable) from what it was just ten years ago. We were somehow, we “new” journalists, as “tecnoredattori”. And when he retired, just over two years ago, was probably happy to have nothing more to do not so much with journalism – who continued to practice until his health allowed – but just with that ” new “that he just could not stomach. His social network was the bar Rome and when I called to ask him about some piece of news had a search engine entirely personal: “ Speta, ciamo el Giovanni (John Torboli, the owner of the bar Rome) and you phage saver. ” Five minutes later, punctual, came the answers to my questions.
Sergio journalism meant more as an art than a science by strict rules sometimes. He could not bear the boundaries and when he was forced into a closed room elbowing, breaking some glass. The best gave him when he could liberate broad brushstrokes, telling and describing being guided by his personal feel. I remember the day – were now seven in the evening – arrived in the newsroom of the death of Nerino Versini. I immediately called Sergio and found the jacket already worn and ready to go out to dinner, “Ostia … el Nerino? I was drio to nar fora … Va bem, bem goes! Te mando somethin … “. Twenty minutes after the piece was ready. An extraordinary portrait came from the heart and from that visceral relationship that he had with Sergio Riva and Rivani, and in particular with “his” district, the District Degasperi where he was born and grew up.
Really loved – in his own way, of course – Riva, a love that was professionally translated into some headings as “Rivanità”, “Bread to bread” and “Nicknames”. With Sergio, therefore, goes not only a journalist, but an interpreter of the most genuine essence of Riva del Garda.
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