The long outburst of Stefano D'Orazio's daughter: «Recognized by a court, now a war against me»
Francesca Michelon, 40, web designer, reconstructs her story: the discovery of having another father, the shock, the rapprochement. Then the silence and the trialsPer restare aggiornato entra nel nostro canale Whatsapp
" I've been thinking a lot lately about whether I should write something about this rather peculiar story that concerns me, or just let it go for the umpteenth time . I've never said anything, because I've always told myself that, in the end, these are very personal matters and I know I don't owe anyone any explanations."
Thus begins the long post-outburst by Francesca Michelon, 40, web designer, recognized last April by the Rome court as the legitimate daughter of Pooh drummer Stefano D'Orazio, who died on November 6, 2020. A decision, in the first instance, arrived after a dispute that lasted more than ten years and a DNA test, after D'Orazio had never recognized his daughter born from a relationship with Oriana Bolletta. The sentence also annulled the musician's will that saw his wife Tiziana Giardoni as the sole heir. Michelon is entitled to half of the inheritance and compensation of 60 thousand euros for biological damage.
A painful story that has lasted years and is still not over, which Michelon reconstructs step by step on Facebook. "In 2006 - she recalls - when I was 21, by pure chance from a game started by friends who were passionate about genetics and physiognomy (it would take a separate chapter on how they did it!) I discovered that my biological father was not the wonderful person who had raised me, but the drummer of a famous band. Regardless of the bond I had and have with the man, the father, who raised me, given that he too has been the object of indiscriminate speculation, the discovery was a very deep shock for me, and, although I tried to hide it, maintaining an apparent calm, a chasm had opened up inside me ."
"As soon as this person found out that I knew, he offered to meet me, telling my mother that he couldn't wait and that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time - she continues -. Since there was such a positive and proactive attitude on the other side, even though I was still very confused, I agreed, because I was really curious". A first meeting that "ended with big smiles and the promise of wanting to get to know each other better, without any rancor or embarrassment. In the following 11 months we actually saw each other a few times, and for a few hours at a time".
Then "after 11 months of a friendly and playful relationship, which from my point of view as a 21/22 year old had nothing abnormal, he literally disappeared into thin air."
"A very serious thing - he continues - happened between 2007 and 2010: for some reason that was completely unknown to me, he suddenly started appearing on TV and in newspapers, complaining that one of his biggest regrets in life was precisely that of not having had children. I think he even dedicated a chapter to this in his autobiographical book written in those years, and published in 2012. Those statements were like stabs. Why did he care so much about underlining this aspect of his life, knowing that he had been deliberately ignoring me for months, without giving me any kind of explanation?"
“For me they were personal attacks, and I never understood what I did to deserve them,” she explains: “So, for the first time, in 2010 I had him receive a letter written by a lawyer (a lawyer who did not follow me in my future path, but who had only dealt with that single letter).”
Years later, " I decided to take legal action. Not for money, not for fame or anything else, because I would have had so many opportunities to take advantage of the situation, and in 10 years I never did anything about it, but because, growing up, I understood that a child does not refuse like that, and that the mark that such an attitude leaves can be indelible."
The trial "was long and painful (or rather, trials). He always did everything he could to slow things down or block things" while she "received attacks from strangers who offended me without knowing anything about me. I was called a parasite, someone even wrote that I would spend my life in and out of court living for financial gain and nothing else. Thank goodness that's not the case. I have a good life and a job that I love. But it's also true that I suffered existential damage that no one should question. But I realize that those who haven't been through it can't understand."
In the meantime, " unfortunately he passed away, and for this reason writing these words now is even more complicated for me. I didn't know he was sick and his passing really surprised and shocked me. I will never know why he behaved like that, what his motivations were. The sense of irresolution will never be filled. Things will never be fixed."
So the trial "started again after his death. The person who is against me today (and it's bad to use the word "against" in these circumstances, but that's how it is) took over a story that began long before his arrival in his life, and who, therefore, does not speak from direct experience but from hearsay. A war has been waged against me that goes far beyond any imaginable prediction, in which, among other things, I was accused of having caused his death . The first degree of the trial ended in my favor. A milestone for which I would like to thank my lawyers, especially the lawyer Francesca Ursoleo, a person and professional of truly rare humanity and dedication. Now an appeal has been promoted against me, which for the moment and for obvious reasons, I do not intend to go into the merits of."
"I'm just saying that the version provided is a complete reversal of the roles, contrary to what has been said in the last ten years," he emphasizes. "And I fear that it is a version that, over time, could also be shared by the media. At the moment I feel like saying that, when in life you might think you've reached your limit of endurance, that limit can, instead, be exceeded. This is a moral slap in the face to my 20-year-long existential history. How much longer do I have to endure? How much longer can I keep quiet? "
(Online Union)