"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 mongoose is much, anarchists, skinheads, thugs, journalist, philosopher, musician, poet, drug users, squatters, senior Ultrà Fiorentina and above all else. an incredibly good writer "Cani sciolti" is by some distance the best book me about ultras ever gets between the fingers. Not just because someone here will take 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 no take any leaves from the mouth and the whole nor a narrative connects talent that ought to suffice for the literary canon. . Would he have to write only "the right" "Cani sciolti" in the first place is a real 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 over , mythologized, raised, lowered, or even explain transfigured. "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 is proper to the bag.'"

"It rings 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 you during a forced exile in Switzerland (where they are from persecution in the wake of the killing fled Gabriele Sandris) together contributed. A manifesto of a lost motion. Piece of adhesive, stylistically difficult to 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 Rossonere 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 completely crazy Florence "Drink campuses" with a stolen Fiat 500 abfackelten Mollis filled with the train from Bologna while a 15-year-old fan disfigured for life. Here you will find the report of a Juventus Ultras from the Heysel Stadium in Brussels. 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 once again be fatal. Where Mungo always insisted that he not be life "risk" - is his life from the outset from the created, which is defined as the majority of life. Since there is absolutely nothing to lose, he is a priori excluded from the majority of life. He has precluded a priori.

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

A collection of eyewitness accounts of the most critical and less critical moments of the Ultras movement, ie. Filled with CS grenades, bullets, swords, coke, heroin, amphetamines, blood, death, broken bones, broken glass, welding. We learn from traveling in vollgekotzten and vollgepissten train compartments, virtually erased motorway service stations, hundreds of burning cars and devastated inner cities of mangled 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, from 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 cool rain trickle down the back to make: When Mungo's is right in the face! As a kind of silent archivist is Mungo foreign texts without commentary alongside their own, while nothing is explained or even attempted to gloss over. No about themselves - as outsiders - beyond philosophy, not a utopia, and especially no hope for recovery. 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. Practically never talk of ideological ballast.

"We are ultras but we're not as ignorant as you believe it. Violence does not allow for our ignorance. Who does not know us and our movement does not live inside them, the feeling of a people are not familiar with heat up over filling and slow cooking 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 all, not only creates a precise and undisguised picture of some hair-raising situations in Italian stadiums of the '80s and '90s to draw, but that he nevertheless also manages the passion, the spirit and the power to convey those years and to understand after all, is testament to the power of this literary authors. While he agreed not to interpretations and interpretations, the reader does not offer a valuation proposal, but the only possible events are true again, it is possible Mungo to give the curve 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, is not a revolt Ultras, Ultras'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 the 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 animal instincts primary sugared. In reality it is about solidarity, reliability, friendship, loyalty, territorial behavior and, yes, manliness. And when it comes to pain, is one of just one of them. Clearly run thus in Mungo and the boundary lines: " Professional ultras "as he calls them, which their businesses make in ticket sales, or supporting political parties and Youtube Ultrà kiddies who masturbate in front of their battle stories online one, where they 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 scrap of fabric to risk life, is at CAV, but here it is. Among us there is no such thing as a code of ethics with those of other teams, including us know elderly, we all of us personally, we told each other and at the end you know very well that these are people who just tick as you are, because there are absolute respect. The new, however, the younger ones, who do not even know what something means at all ... '"

It is the author told how to justify at all not to encourage understanding or anything or apologize. The characters of "Cani sciolti" are anti-heroes in the completely unromantic sense: filthy, stinking drunk, stoned, zugekokst and latently violent. "Stray dog" just. Mungo is well aware that his Ultrà-being from any outside perspective seems completely irrational, no standards of any civil society meets. And, anyway. And yet it conveys the passion of those years and I think one can generalize his very personal reasons quite safe: 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 inscribed 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 body feels zerschundener alive, not despite but precisely because 3 ribs and cheek bone were broken. The postmodern relativism of all values ​​is the opposite 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 have known only the quiet of a walk with his girlfriend, the Sunday dinner with their parents. Just on that Sunday, her absprecht the magic of a hot mass brawl, a 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 Western industrial society reconcile. And that is excessive, the author being the underdog: If I reject society as false, destructive and inhumane, I just consistently follow basically everything that this society rejects. This is the role that Italy tens of thousands of his youth admits? So we take that role and bring it to life, we do all the "normal" people look at us anyway: Unnecessary 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 - - 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 release and sprint track him down with a kick in the ass, as we know it from the Bud Spencer movies. The other bulls encircle me now, and my victim draws his gun and aimed at me. One of my friends in Turin, who was with us manages to draw me aside toward 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 mongoose Ultrà for someone who is always and absolutely heed the self-imposed rules. Someone on whom one can rely 100% pure. Someone who saves one WOULD without the ass. One moment, one after the mongoose just as the Ultras of various curves in the end: Of course there is a viola-Ultrà the Bresciani on the face, hands out, lies a broken, the bones and shells are selected with pyrotechnics. Those are the rules. But you accepted him as his equal, you respect yourself, you know, basically, the guy over there just with the light blue scarf over his face lives your life, the guy over there is stupid just like you a respect that Mungo the well-meaning fathers in the family trip to IKEA is not delivered because they are in society. From the famous motto "We are never the way you want to have us" is at Mungo: "We are exactly what it concedes to 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 will stop treating them like that."

"You will say: 'What did you do instead of a brain?' I have no brain! In my world does 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, the book is only interesting, but nothing changes on the foregoing,. For mung laws, rules and boundaries are just arbitrary constructs itself in a rotten society. Even current laws stupid bleating sheep fences of a giant. Their rejection is in itself an act of self-empowerment. Even on his body, if it is socially accepted norm that freshly showered the house leaves no tattoos showing their hair neatly communicates parting, smells fine, well maintained and visits to the doctor every ailment, then he just stops right 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 echauffiert 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 one another 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 11.15.2011 at Burkhardt & Partners.

There is a small excerpt to read it for yourself.