Fredy Pacini: "He was approaching with the pick, I shot him out of fear"

MONTE SAN SAVINO (Arezzo)– Locked in this office, transformed during four years in prison-room where he sleeps almost every night and supervises his company, Fredy Pacini can only smile while looking at his grand-daughter. He is accompanied by his daughters, Ilena and Marika, his wife Luciana (who must also badist his seriously ill father), his family and close friends. Apart from someone hung a sign "We are all with you" and many people come to show affection and solidarity.

"My heart is broken"

"This man is dead and my heart is broken," said Fredy, "but I am calm with my conscience, I was afraid to be killed and I would never have fired to save my bikes. "He talks with difficulty about the tire salesman and the bike racing salesman, and only with his family, the best friends. It is also denied to Matteo Salvini who has just called. "Thank you very much, but you have to tell the minister that I just can not talk to him, but I respect him as a person and as an institution," says lawyer Alessandra Cheli.

Souvenirs

He would not want to remember it, but the dramatic moments of the night are resurfacing, inevitably, like a nightmare. "When I got up from bed, awakened by the sound of the broken glbad," he says, "I realized that they were trying again and I took the gun. I was looking at the stairs and saw it, he had already entered the warehouse, had the pickaxe in his hand, had brandished it as a weapon, his face was covered with a lot of paper. a ski mask, his accomplice climbed the window, but stopped. "

Another flight attempt

Thus, at the ninth attempt of theft against him, Fredy Pacini, 57, life of salesman and tire dealer, was afraid. "I pointed the gun at the thief with the pick," he recalls, "but I had the impression that the man wanted to join me. He was daring So I focused on the legs and pulled up and down and when I saw the thief escape from the window, I thought I did not I did not hit it, instead … "Instead, two bullets hit the thigh and knee of the left leg." When, after warning the carabinieri, I went to see if the thieves were really running away – he continued – I saw this body lying on the ground. I again called 112: "Send an ambulance immediately, one of the bandits is wounded".

It is moved

Fredy is moved. All describe him as a good man, back from a boy from Venezuela where he was born to Italian immigrant parents. In the village, it is not only the cyclist, but the emblem of the man, the work and the family. "He's an honest man, in love with his family and his job," says Giuseppe del Karisma, a bar just a step away from Fredy's shed. "He is a gentleman who has created a business of sacrifice and has doubled his father's work – an example for everyone, even for his fight against crime."

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The complaints

Yes, the crime. Thirty-eight flights over four years are huge. He only reported a few at the beginning of his odyssey. "After the trial, I went home and the thief too," said Fredy more than once. Then the only thing to do was to try to put an end to the badaults that, with the nearby highway and the carbon fiber racing bikes that could cost up to 7,000 euros, had exploded. "Burglar alarms? Useless because I took a few minutes to get to work, but thieves were faster than me," he says. "Then I chose to use some of the bed's desk and started sleeping on the farm." First alone, then his wife Luciana had decided to solve the problem with him and the bed became a wedding.