by Maurizio Cavaliere The seventies are a smoky memory for one who was born 'only' in 1972. A few clear stories, many frames, mostly dark atmospheres, the news that opens with the Red Brigades and Lotta continua. All this I remember, of course, just as I relive the days when not even the color TV lifted the gray patina from the vile attacks of the mafia and via Fani. Greg, Jenny and Abby in the first series They will be forever the years of lead or those of cold War. Heavy metal and frost in the minds and bodies are perfect metaphors of those times, essential components of human relationships and political skirmishes of the time. Ideals spotted with blood or neurasthenic utopias, this went on, time will tell later. However, the gloom of this memory is still missing something, in my opinion. There is an element missing for a sensitive child, the one that makes a difference: fear. I don't know if you have ever seen the intro music of the Li...