This blog trips

My idea for this blog is, to be an outlet for my inner thoughts and to share with others the path I've traveled so far on my journey. Today, I'll try to explain my trip to Scampia (Neaples).

I don't gone there, where all the tourists go.




Scampia is some kind of modern suburb, in the north of Neaples. The first warning you'll get right at the central station of Neaples, if you ask for the bus line R5, heading for Scampia.
"Pay attention when you travel with this bus!" My question why is answered with :
"It's a line full a drug zombies! It's better if you don't get out of the bus!"
Man I was so happy, he still doesn't recognize I'm not italian...
Since last Fall, just in Scampia, where 80.000 people live, a hundred of them died through the war the camorra brings them. You'll see huge apartment complexes, wide boulevards and a massive park were built, but without any commercial districts or entertainment venues.
Large metal gates on some of the walkways and stairs in the blocks of flats have been put there, not by the council, but by the Camorra, so they can be locked by drug pushers as they flee the police. It's the biggest drug dealing place on earth. The police guess the Camorra makes 16 billion € every year, just in this part of Neaples.

So most of the inhabitants of neaples only take the bus line R5, if they have no other chance.
I talked to a man, about 70 years old, he tolds me, that everytime he has to take this bus,
he's so scared, and he knows that no one will help him if something happens...
I taked a look around, seeing so many drug addicted people, one of them,hecticly looking around, with dirty pants, was maybe just 18 years old. The bus continues to bring us to scampia, while I was talking to a housewife who uses the line to go from the city centre home in the part of town of Secondigliano says: " Many, many of the addicts one sees in this bus. I am always glad if I am out again. On the journey there(to Scampia) they are loudly and aggressively and then on the way back they are done, some fall down, because their legs won't move anymore..."

50 minutes the journey lasts in the R 5 of the railway station up to stop Labriola in Scampìa. The bus is half-empty as the grey block of houses, the drug supermarket of the Camorra, to the rights appears. As expected the 18-year-old with the hectic look and the dirty trousers also gets out. The bus of the drug zombies has brought of the Camorra once more a customer.

So, let's leave the bus. I called a "friend of mine", get in touch with him, his name is Massimo.
I told him, that it's a really strange here, and I got that oppressive feeling...
Here we call " this among ourselves the Bronx ", explains Massimo.
"Here you can get everything, heroin, cocaine, every conceivable drugs.
But also weapons, just everything what the law prohibits. "
Massimo has grown up 28 and here in the area. Earlier, he says, he has also had " pair of small problems " with the police. But he has created the jump, today he drives taxi. However, he knows the tricks here in the Camorra part of town: " Sometimes here if you exactly look,
you'll see on the second and third floor, the Sentinelle, the warning posts. They give immediately alarm if a police car comes to the quarter. And there below stand the people, selling their drugs."

On average all 48 hours somebody is murdered. The creepy list of the past days: A Camorra command shoots a youngster, playing the table football in a bar, shortly after a man is executed in a pizzeria with shot in the neck, again one day later the police in the middle of Scampia discovers two corpses filled with shots in a car.

A drug post in Scampìa or Secondigliano can introduce up to 50,000 € A DAY.
This money makes the Camorra families mighty. In Naples the rate of unemployment lies among the youngsters at 58 percent – who grows up in the problem parts of town, hopes not for an education place but to work on it, sometime once for a Camorra boss and to get somewhat of his wealth and his power.
"There are so many ", tells Massimo, " they dream of going to a business and of being able to say: The boss wants to speak with you. Then they feel strong because the people have fear of them. They are proud of it, a Camorrista, or how one says here in the dialect, a Guapo ."

After one hour, walking around here I recognized that someones passing and watching us.
Massimo told me that we have to leave now. But I don't wanna go. I really wanted to stay,
still don't know why. Maybe my time in the south of Hamburg (Germany) let's me handle this.
I could appreciate Massimo to visit one of these drug spots. We tooked his taxi, but after about 2-3 minutes of driving around, a motor-scooter comes close and a youngster starts talking to Massimo. It was his cousin, telling us to leave. Seems like on of their warning posts spotted us,
maybe my camera. Massimo started to getting nervous, which is never good.

So this was my trip, we immediatle leaved. But one thing's sure, I'll return in the near future !
We can't close our eyes, man this beautiful town and his citizens are suffering !!!


I postet this documentation, it's in italian, but it will give you some impressions of what I was seeing this day...


http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3296977503353722755#