Ezio Varallo has died.
A brother has died, an anarchist has died.An indomitable man has gone, one who has always stubbornly and contraryly pursued a new direction. A man who taught each of us so much has died, and so we lose a part of ourselves on this fateful day amid the confusion, shouting, and noise of the end of the year. With him, we lose part of this city's political memory; we lose a bit of our history.
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