Sassello January 2009 #4. A sense of place.
Even if sometimes I find Jim Johnson surprisingly ingenuous every now and then he writes about things that touch me deeply. In this case he goes on a sad event otherwise unnoticed.
Having spent most of the first years of my life (6-18) in a place where the suicide is, at least, five times higher than any other part of western Europe it had to be somewhat familiar to me. It is not. Every time I feel a sense of human ineptitude whoever was to take such a decision.