On June 13, 1981 in the countryside of Frascati, in that of Vermicino, the death of a child of six years ended the most tragic stories. Alfredino Rampi, fell off in an artesian well about 20 cm on June 10, rooms were tut you that the rescue attempts during the three days that followed were prepared by firefighters, cavers and courageous characters. Alfredino was a victim of the carelessness of emergency assistance, dabbenagine of those who wanted to make a parallel shaft, which only caused damage, in fact the little that was initially at 25 m depth, due to the vibrations of the drill slipped to 60 meters. In addition, some had the idea to drop a tablet into the well to allow the child clinging to the tablet gets stuck after a few meters and no attempt was able to bring to the surface, so the lead stayed until the end blocked by the tablet.
A man only managed to bring the little Alfred. A brave volunteer Angelo Licheri , became lower in the well, because of small stature and very thin. He was able to approach the child, tried to fasten the harness to pull it off well, but three times the sling is opened; therefore tried to take him by the arms, but unfortunately, this attempt proved futile. In all, Licheri was head down 45 minutes when the natural limit is 20 minutes. Angelo was shaken by that experience and it still shows both physical and psychological damage.
Alfredino Rampi at 06:30 of June 13, 1981 died, leaving us all with a heart full of anger and sadness, only 30 days after his body was recovered.
L ' June 11, 2007 I went to the place where this tragedy was consummated, and as you can see picture, at anything that reminds the child, or a plaque, or a cross, perhaps at the behest of the same family, perhaps because no one wants to remember a place that is so painful. The well was closed at first, was later destroyed finality. From the photos you see the dropping of concrete covering the ground in parallel shaft that was dug by firefighters.
I felt the desire to bring flowers to those of the flowers can no longer smell it, who has found a death so horrible, you little blonde angel and every year that my flowers will caress you face will be the feathers in your pillow. Rest in peace Alfre.
