I am told that a minimal presentation is a must, even if, I must admit, I really hate to talk about myself. All right, if I have to, let's start. My name is Perrera, Maurizio Perrera. As you can see, shamelessly traces the way in which Agent 007 appeared (obviously interpreted by the incomparable Sean Connery) with his legendary my name is Bond, James Bond. I do not mean this by chance, but because the two little dogs that always accompany me, two wonderful Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Blenheim, British subjects but with an Italian passport, and who are the light of my eyes, are called, (not to deny me ) Mr. Bond (nomen omen, I can assure him) and Miss Moneypenny, as the ineffable secretary of the head of the Secret Service of His Britannic Majesty.
I, however, was born (a bit too many years ago) in Rome, where I live and work. And I'm a lawyer and not a secret agent with a license to kill, even if, as one of my dear colleague used to say a long time ago, the law is a weapon, but it is exaggerating.
As for my experience, I carefully avoid showing the usual professional curriculum, which would cause boredom, depression and nervousness to the eventual, unfortunate reader. Better, then that I limit myself to state that the writer is a criminal lawyer, who, however, does not disdain any raids in civil law, a subject that represents another of his passions (apart from my beloved BMW motorcycle, we mean).
In short, over many years I have dealt with many and many things, really. I remember, however, in particular, that at the dawn of mine, let's call it up, career, as a young practitioner, I had the opportunity to exercise at a law firm that had taken the defense of some minor members of the Band of Magliana, little person not really respectable ; which convinced me to change the air, or more correctly, field of activity. Thus, I began to assist and defend Directors, Statutory Auditors, Directors, etc. of companies that had some problems with the penal code and with the civil code.
But between a fraud, a misappropriation, a fraudulent bankruptcy and the other, I also found the time to take the defense of victims of crime; also of modest people, who had suffered the consequences of sometimes really criminal conduct by various subjects. And that demanded justice for them and their families. So I joined the Public Prosecutor, in short, the prosecutors, to assert the reasons of my clients in the process.
I became a Civil Law attorney and I liked it. Of course, I have never completely abandoned the classic profession of defender, having been for many years also Defender of the Office, because anyone, even the worst criminal, has the sacrosanct right to a technical defense. However . . . I preferred to defend the victims, the weakest. Looking back, I think the issue of protection of the weakest has been strengthened in me in the now distant period in which I attended the (very hard) Army Officers Course where, even by force of push-ups, they taught me that no one should ever be left behind if it is in difficulty. Let no man behind say the American military. We come to the dogs.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to defend the case of a lady who was carrying her snow-white poodle with her, as usual, with her customary walk for the equally usual neighbors. Suddenly, in front of the gate, negligently left open by the owners of a house facing the street, appeared the guard dog of the house, obviously a nice dog, certainly as good as all our four-legged friends, but in that case perfectly trained to his function, which attacked at once the little dog of the lady, causing serious injuries. Immediately transported to a veterinary emergency room, after three days of agony the puppy did not make it, leaving his human family, including a child, in despair. True desperation. At the outcome of the civil case sponsored by me to obtain compensation for damages caused by the death of the poor poodle, the judge accepted my petitions, granting compensation for pecuniary damage for the loss of the puppy. But he rejected my request for the restoration of the moral damage suffered by the whole family as a result of that damn event. After the sentence I went to speak with that judge to get some more explanation. I was told that the Italian legal system did not provide any compensation for the moral damage (what we call pecunia doloris) borne by the owners of the dog, since the death of an animal, even if it is affection, can not be equated with the loss of a human being. And he added: Attorney, change the Civil Code: he could well save it. My clients did not want to appeal the decision. The fact is that the next day I determined, on impulse, to send an e-mail to the most famous and important Italian animalist association, declaring myself available to sponsor as volunteer, renouncing any professional compensation, the judicial proceedings in which the Association was part. And at least that was due to Mr. Bond and Miss Moneypenny. Subsequently, the Association, which I do not name for professional secrecy, but which I believe is easily identifiable, has given me defensive mandates for some important and well-known criminal proceedings that I am currently following. I thank those who have had the patience to read me.
I've finished.
