A week has passed since the disappearance of Giovanni Leonardo Acca, known as Gianardo, 59 years old, resident in Fertilia. The man left on Monday morning in a gray 2002 Audi A2 and has not been heard from since.
The family is desperate. His son Samuele made heartfelt appeals from his Facebook page and today wanted to publish a long letter, hoping that it will reach his father.
“ Hi Dad, how are you?
A week usually flies by, but here at home it seems like centuries have passed, we miss you so much you know?
I am writing you this message in the hope that somehow you will receive it, you will read it. I try because you have always taught me and shown me that everything is possible in life.
Because the impossible has never been part of your vocabulary.
Who would have thought that that lively child from Sedini, who grew up without running water and who went to the sea in a cart, would one day become a Lieutenant of the Air Force - do you remember what Grandpa asked you in disbelief? “T'ani pijaddu? But will it happen?”
Do you remember when you first took me to the house where you grew up? “Dad, where is the bathroom here in the house?” And you, opening the door of the house and showing me the vegetation all around, replied: "Samué, here it is, the corner you choose will be your bathroom, you are spoiled for choice".
Who would have thought that this same Lieutenant and his wife, one day, would then be able to have their son study in Canada and the United Kingdom, so many turns, so many trips together. Do you remember your eyes lighting up when you found yourself walking around New York?
Who would have thought that you, a country man, would one day venture out to sea and master the art of sailing. Do you remember those knots you tie? I never understood anything about it.
Who would have thought that you, a country man, would one day venture to the skies. Do you remember your pilot's license and those airplane lights that you didn't recognize because you didn't know you were color blind? Better late than never!
Who would have thought that you, after exhausting days of work where you always gave your best, would have had the strength to chauffeur me around Sardinia so that I could cultivate my passion for football.
Who would have thought that, starting from Sedini, you would one day find yourself in Afghanistan and then in Djibouti, in the midst of new worlds, new cultures. Mom is a little less happy about this, not because of your experiences, but because of all the Persian rugs you brought home.
I could go on forever, because there are countless times that you and Mom have transformed the impossible into the possible. I would like to tell you that whatever the reason that pushed you towards this decision, nothing is impossible and everything can be solved, together, as we have always done.
I think of you and look for you on earth, sea and sky. I look at the stars in the hope that grandfather and grandmother will guide you towards us, towards home.
Torres is playing today at 2pm, do you remember the first time you took me to the stadium? Torres-Palermo, 2000/2001 season, 3-0. You were super excited and I was rooting for Palermo because the shirts were nicer. Those colors then became our colors, the colors of one of the many passions that we share together and that fade without you. Then maybe today Peppe scores and we are not together to celebrate.
Do you remember the first Torres shirt I wore? I was in it 3 times, number 17. We were so happy that we carried it around to show it to everyone as if it were an heirloom.
The chessboard here at home is ready, you know that you are the only person against whom I can win, so please don't deprive me of this joy too.
I'll stop here, because you already know these things, you already know everything. Just as you know that we are all waiting for you with arms not open but wide open.
You are our superman, our hero and our rock. The man who with his mother always managed to transform the impossible into impossible.
I love you dad".