Francesca Pascale, tears and relief: “Silvio asks us to remain united” – The Republic

‘There, I’ve just seen. He woke up, I can relax, I’m told. ” A young woman who has spent a night without sleeping and a man, with many lives, almost fifty years later, that is the huge effort to sketch a half smile to reassure her.

Francesca Pascale, and Silvio Berlusconi, yesterday, perhaps even manage to go through any pair in the ICU where press life like for everyone. Him with ordnance shirts in the post-surgical unit, she with her sweatshirt and white sneakers. The normality of a detail, a few seconds. Thirty meters out, the double security filters, personal escort and the keepers of the structure watch over most of the former hospital armored Knight, on the coming and going of curious, the media circus that captures and repeats the stricken laying of Pascale. It is she who, in the morning, approaching the window of the room from which they just taken Silvio. She looks out the window, a handkerchief over his eyes. Poor script, if studied. “Flaunt my feelings? I prefer to judge rather than to wish him the same thing. Wish him to go through what I have lived and am living. ” Sorrows yes, but it’s still the Pascale. Francesca da Fuorigrotta, tough ex-girlfriend of a modest urban periphery become first-girl Berlusconi empire.

“I do not even know how I feel right now. Relief, hope, malaise, fatigue. He could not say anything. It is in a state of drowsiness. But of course I was tried, now that I greeted. He was very thirsty and Dr. Zangrillo it did drink, wetting her lips gently. And I? Anything. We only shook hands. “

He says that he had learned something from the evidence of these days. Or at least that’s how recounts the few with whom they confide, hacking the phone from those spaces aseptic and neat D department of San Raffaele became suddenly – and after the previous and banal admissions Berlusconi – one huge empty container, a corridor too long, too alien. A place from which to go away just as they become hospitals when no longer you manage the disease, but she did take in hand to you.

“It was the first once, after the death of my mother that I had so much fear and I saw life from the side of suffering, insecurity, “he revealed to a dear friend. She and Silvio, the night before the operation, were neighbors while he rested “quite calmly” and was constantly monitored by medical personnel; and she, allergic to the rules, opened the parlor window next and made out a pack of Marlboros. And at dawn, while he was being prepared for surgery and she pretended to be quiet, he would have given a recommendation which held a lot. Perhaps more to father as a partner. “Whatever happens, stay united. You are important to me, you do not care divisions, jealousies. “

Those who know her say those words had the effect, on her , a set of shock and a sedative. “I feel like in a dream, or nightmare. But I have faith, I know that it will end well and will soon end. ” And the long wait. Continuous steps, a few stops, a few phone calls, the strong relationship with the eldest daughter Marina Berlusconi, even cigarettes. Then she started to tell even the other night, sparking laughter in the patient, caused him to taste “a little bit of eggplant parmigiana.” And then he came out. keywords: “Everything under control. “For the first time since I met them, I saw also moved the security men.” The rest is only when we get home? The breath of life that presses out intensive therapy.