"The ultras are evil. They are the dark hemisphere of football. The obscene horrors of civil society. The Ultras are the lightning rod of the do-gooders, the bourgeoisie, the shopkeepers, housewives, the poor and the cops on Journaillie victim search. The Ultras are open slurry pit of the stadiums. Icon of blind and irrational violence. "

Domenico Mungo , much of anarchist skinhead violence offenders, journalist, philosopher, musician, poet, drug users, squatters, senior Ultrà Fiorentina and above all:. an incredibly good writer "Cani sciolti" is by some distance the best book me about ultras ever get between the fingers. Not just because someone takes here from the front row of the Italian Ultras movement, the word, but because it sees virtually no one else like Mungo, to let themselves be harnessed to carts, and not to take any leaves at the mouth and yet the whole with a combines narrative talent that should actually suffice for the literary canon. . Would he have to write only "the right" "Cani sciolti" in the first place is a true book and describes the world of ultras in the 80s and 90s, photo-realistic - not, as they would hear Ultras or their opponents like: is nothing glossed , mythologized, excessive, humbled, glorified or even explain. "Cani sciolti" however, is dirty, violent, unjust and clearly subjective. Or as Lorenzo Contucci so aptly put it in the preface: "'Cani sciolti' can be summed up in one sentence: 'The truth may not be revolutionary, but it goes whining to the bag.'"

"It's ringing the doorbell. It's a buck. He recognizes him on the aftershave and his shoes. He does not see his face. That would not endure. He does not see his face because the face looks to men only. Not guard dogs. It is 7.00 clock in the morning. Two months had passed ... "

Technically, the author summarizes in chronological texts from the world of the curves together, the book is designed as a kind of library for the preservation of a forgotten world. Because it deserves the Ultras movement, to have a voice and a narrative. Much of the chapter is from the author's relationships with other representatives of Italian curves obtained during a forced exile in Switzerland (where they are from the persecution in the aftermath of the killing fled Gabriele Sandris) together contributed. A manifesto of a lost motion. Piece of adhesive, stylistically hardly classify unstructured - but firsthand. Here you will find the contents of a conversation with a co-founder of Fossa dei Leoni from inside the beleaguered sector of the guests after the death of Vincenzo Milanisti Spagnolos, such as the Barbour parka changed the owner of the offender and how the bloody murder weapon was disposed of. Here you will find an interview with the murderer of Vincenzo Paparelli, which he had given during his flight to Switzerland. Here you can read, like "Pompa", founder of CAV (Colettivo Autonomo Viola), his banner in Milan's San Siro practically defended alone against a superior force of the Brigate Rosson and Fossa dei Leoni, bloodied by a cut injury to sew later by 42 stitches are needed. So the background of what years later would lead to the banner "Glory to the Pompa" at Milan's Curva Sud. Here it is reported as the totally wacky Florence "Alcool campuses" with a stolen Fiat 500 Mollis flaring filled with the mangled train from Bologna while a 15-year-old fan for life. Here you will find the report of a Juventus Ultras from the Brussels Heysel Stadium. Here one finds the author himself, who arrives in a moment of carelessness among the ranks of the enemy and enemy police Ultras Brescia, which may also like to even be fatal. Where Mungo always insisted that he not be life "risk" - is his life from the outset from the created, which defines life as the majority. Since there is absolutely nothing to lose, he is a priori excluded from the majority of life. He has ruled out a priori.

"We got shut out from the buses and made everything flat, what came before us fists, opponents, the few cops in action, ticket sellers, beverage distributors. The goals of the sector were broken away literally. Tear gas grenades and flares rained from all sides. Those who arrived after us with the bus, believed a war zone in any city in the Middle East and former Yugoslavia to achieve. Garbage containers on fire, tear gas, mist and many many viola ultras who roamed everywhere. "

A collection of eyewitness accounts of the most critical and less critical moments of the Ultras movement also. Filled with CS grenades, projectiles, swords, coke, heroin, amphetamines, blood, death, broken bones, broken glass, welding. We learn from traveling in threw up and pissed on train compartments, virtually eradicated motorway service stations, hundreds of burning cars and devastated inner cities, from shredded by paper bombs hands of an eye plug the signal rockets, by the kilo twisting drugs of any kind of broken ribs, nose, jaw bone, of sweat, semen, blood, tooth fragments, of CS gas grenades and batons made of stainless steel. And respect, "Cani sciolti" is not to focus on the living room couch really sleep comfortably trickle down a cool shower to let the back: When Mungo's is right in the kisser! As a kind of silent archivist is uncommented Mungo other texts besides their own, nothing is explained here or even trying to gloss over. Not about himself - as outsiders - beyond philosophy, not a utopia, and above all, no hope of improvement. Mungo does not make it to the task of making the world of ultras from across the room to understand - he wants to play them only. Mungo does not make it to the task of changing the world as such - he simply wants to defend his seat. Virtually never is talk of ideological ballast.

"We are ultras but we're not as ignorant as you believe that. After all, our ignorance does not allow violence. Who does not know us and our movement is not alive inside her, the feeling of a people are not familiar with heat up over filling and boiling over slow sector. Are people whose faces are masked from the outside only by scarves and behind a curtain of smoke is responsible, as we just split sticks and chains and try out the slingshots by which we shoot steel bullets at Bull Jeep. "

That it Mungo despite everything, creates not only a precise and undisguised picture of some hair-raising situations in Italian stadiums of the 80s and 90s draw, but that he nevertheless just also creates the passion, spirit and the power to convey those years and make them understandable despite everything, is testament to the power of this literary authors. By deleting just on interpretations and interpretations, the reader does not offer a valuation proposal, but the events are just as real again, it succeeds mongoose, the curve to give a voice and perhaps even stimulate discussion. For each evaluation is always first requires knowledge of what happened - and who better than this could Mungo, who was nearly 3 decades at the forefront. The valuation does not matter to him, Ultras is not a revolt, Ultrà's rejection of the Given. Ultras is to set its own rules and adherence to these. Ultras is to be preferred to break every bone than retreat even one step - just because it appears in the eyes of every non-ultras totally pointless. So what? Is it more appropriate for a handful of lira to fall from the scaffolding in Turin? The Chief's 13 for Monthly salary for the remaining 12 months to crawl up your ass? To purchase the Schatzi a gold chain? All the same crazy, all equally arbitrary, Mungo answered, but at least Ultrà real. Beyond the depraved morals, corrupt politics, the "legitimate societal violence," the dictatorship of the majority opinion. Beyond Good and Evil - certainly in Nietzsche's sense: morality as a social convention for the stupid masses, their primal instincts into categories, and so must ultimately kills. All civilized dirt, the chaos of the primary animal instincts sugared. In reality it is about solidarity, reliability, friendship, loyalty, territorial behavior and, yes, manliness. And when it comes to pain, then one of just one of them. Clearly proceed accordingly at Mungo also the boundary lines: " Professional ultras "as he calls them, that their businesses make in ticket sales, or supporting political parties and Youtube Ultrà kiddies who masturbate in front of their battle tales Internet one, in which she never lost and have never run away, are standing with him on a par with the government, represented by slaves in uniform with a blue helmet.

"'You can say that it is completely crazy, be a piece of rag to risk life, stands on the CAV, but here it is. Among us there is something of an honor code with those of other teams, including us know elderly, we all of us personally, we told each other and in the end you know very well that these are people who just tick like you, because there are absolute respect. The new, however, the younger ones, who do not even know what something means at all ... '"

It's like the author said to justify not care at all, to promote understanding or anything or apologize. The characters of "Cani sciolti" are anti-heroes in the completely unromantic sense: filthy, stinking drunk, stoned, coked and latently violent. "Stray dog" just. Mungo is well aware that its ultra-existence of any external perspective seems completely irrational, no standards of any civil society meets. And yet. And yet it conveys the passion of those years and I think one can generalize his very personal motives quite safely: Mungo is anti. Against a state, whose company allows less and less real freedom, but on the other side offers hundreds of thousands of simulations: one writes to communicate instead of SMS. Mungo and his men traveled 12 hours on the ass of the world to attend an away game. Violence is outlawed, and is laid in cinematic representations or video games. Mungo describes how his battered body feels alive, not despite but precisely because 3 ribs and cheek bone were broken. The postmodern relativism of all values ​​is contrary to the mongoose 100% loyalty to the colors and his city, friendship, reliability and unreserved use. Of course it sounds in the ears of most absurd to devote his life to a football team, but Mungo makes more than one point abundantly clear how absurd he finds it, his life in office work, the Christmas shopping or the midsize car sacrifice.

"You are the ignorant! You, who only knows the rest of a walk with her friend, the Sunday dinner with their parents. Exactly on that Sunday, her absprecht the magic of a hot mass brawl, one hail stone against the opposing coaches and an attack on the cops! Who is ignorant, can not also know that demolish behind this banner and behind these guys beat dealing with peers, the patrol car and stadium ranks set on fire, will stand as a quarter-century history of the group, the Curva and part of the city! "

Ultras are marginalized and illegal per se, virtually nothing of what they can do, with the set of values ​​of a western industrial society reconcile. And so the author exaggerated the existence outsider: If I reject the society as phony, inhumane and destructive, then I follow up rigorously basically everything that society rejects. This is the role that Italy tens of thousands of its young people concede? So we take that role and bring it to life, we do all the "normal" people look at us anyway: Unnecessary plague boils on the ass of society, violent, drug-cool and otherwise criminal. Ultras as the dark mirror image of what it should be in civilization and therefore not consistently ignored, excluded, fighting will be suppressed and marginalized. Just because it - - in perfect Hegelian dialectic belongs to society, a society that can not stand on the death, to be confronted with the chaotic, instinctive and animalistic.

"At one point I feel like such a piece of shit in blue ranschleicht from the baton in his hand back on D.. I sprint off and stretch it down with a kick in the ass, as we know it from the Bud Spencer movies. The other bulls surround me now and my victim draws his gun and aimed at me. One of my friends in Turin, who was with us manages to pull me aside, towards the entrances. I like an eel entwinde me two or three times from his grip and go again and again af release the bulls. I wanted this miserable piece of shit that had directed the service pistol on me. I saw nothing else. I wanted to eat you alive. "

And still is a Ultrà for Mungo someone who is always and absolutely heed the self-imposed rules. Someone to whom you can rely 100% pure. Someone who is one without hesitation to save your ass. One moment, one after the mongoose just the Ultras of various curves in the end: Of course there is the Ultras as Viola Bresciani on the face, hands out, puts breaks in the bones and shells are selected with pyrotechnics. Those are the rules. It is accepted as an equal, you respect yourself, you know, basically, the guy over there just with the light blue scarf over her face live your life, the guy over there is stupid just like you one respect, the mongoose the well-meaning fathers in family trip to IKEA is not approved, because they are within the society. From the famous motto "We are never the way you want to have us" is at Mungo: "We are exactly what you concede us." Appunto, Ultras are seen as scum, so they behave that way. Or, as in Francesio "Tifare Contro" the report quoted Taylor: "If you do not want them to behave like cattle, then stops, treating them like that."

"You will say: 'What did you do instead of a brain?' I have no brain! In my world, do not count. It includes his fists to get respect! The brain is important for the guys at the front railing, which will start the song and decide on the what, when and how. I'm something else. I am an unemployed person, a drug addict, an inhabitant of the planet garbage! "

That the author is also his personal desire for transgression can shine through the lines, makes the book more interesting, does not change the same as above. For Mungo laws, rules and boundaries are only arbitrary constructs itself in a rotten society. Even current laws fences of a gigantic stupid bleating sheep. Their rejection is in itself an act of self-empowerment. Even on his body: if it's socially accepted norm that one leaves the house, freshly showered, no tattoos showing their hair neatly communicates parting, smells fine, well maintained and visits every ailment the doctor, then he breaks up immediately after a in an occupied factory durchgeraveten night, fractures cured by grit your teeth, is a drug cocktail against fatigue and even closes the last open spot on the body with a new tattoo. But he knows real passion, real cohesion, true friendship, true love and real pain. And while the well-integrated citizens overheated on Monday on the police report and felt the would-be resisters pleasant feelings in the middle of the body, it roars towards Mungo: "I was there!" Really and Truly!

"We are ultras. We are the Sunday warriors who have escaped from their lives. We are the underground rivers that flow into each other in the great stream of faceless heroes. We're the hooligans, the misfits, children of a violent and sick society. We are all the things it should not even exist for you, but that is still alive despite all the stadium violence in the ghetto "

Cani sciolti is now called "Stray dog" and released on 15.11.2011 at Burkhardt & Partners.

There is a small excerpt to read it for yourself.