Madamin, the debate is this, but it should be another. My
After the tragedy, a tragedy indeed still underway, the debate focuses on nuclear power. And I will not challenge each other to single combat. Right and left and center against environmentalists. The question I think is another. I think we should ask ourselves another question, the question : worth it? Is not it time to rethink the social model to which you are going? Nuclear power, oil, over-exploitation of resources of the planet earth to steal the crops, building permit violations, all of this, who benefits? For what died the victims of nuclear power in Japan? to produce a Toyota Rav4 in more running in the city? Led To produce a 3D TV more? To be available in the supermarket shelves full of products that we can happily do without? Rethinking an alternative model of civilization and human, would be the best way to respect the dead and, even, the best way to return to politics really.
The tricolor someone exposes it, some do not and among those who exhibited there are profound differences. There are differences of values \u200b\u200bthat flag should represent.
Those who do not expose you know who they are, are lime green, those who want to be masters in their house which is also ours. Among those who expose there are also those that use it, and enough tricolor, with a rhetoric-free future, and that tends to fuck.
not of those who want to talk.
I want to talk about the flag that will be on my balcony.
The tricolor of my balcony I would like to represent a people that is held together, cohesive and forward looking. A united people. A people who defend and implement the Constitution, a nation also able to update the Constitution, for all and not for one or a few.
A nation that respects the history and not insults. A people that accepts it. A people that wants to join in an accomplished. A people that does not compromise with the mafia and with the clientele. A nation that respects and defends the commons: the public school, green, the air we breathe and culture.
The tricolor Pertini and Vassallo, kneading and Falcone, our migrants and new migrants will be Italian, to name a few.
A Cota and his cronies leaguers remain just that sad and mournful in their enclosure.
My flag is much more cheerful and the green flag is bright and lively as the smile of a child.
When I was a kid, Italy had a hundred years old and my father told me the last world war, the Russian ice, the banks of the Don and an injury that allowed him to return home before the defeat. He returned to a house that was not just his home but the home of a beautiful young woman who became my mother.
Because my father, who was in Puglia, the best time of his life he spent commanding the defense of the Gallinara unlikely to enemy attacks. And it was from parts of the pier Alassio that my dad met my mom, love at first sight and untold origins, because my mom did not like those over there and the young sergeant with the mustache he had the courage to tell her that came from parts of Bari
But we know that the real success of a man is like the mother-in-law. In fact, my grandmother was the future to solve the problem when my father, not knowing what to do, he confided to her and told her his dilemma.
Grandma tell her to be advised of Parmesan cheese, in the sense of Parma, a city just a little 'to the south. There would be time to declare the truth.
And so he went.
before marrying my father said to my mom everything, and love overcame the injury. After the wedding, the young couple began, the war just ended, an adventurous journey that would bring back my father and my mother south to explore another world.
I remember my mother, who had meanwhile learned how to make orecchiette, told me that the South used the oil instead of butter and could not find to buy parmesan. Who knows maybe it was a passion for cheese that inspired my grandmother.
few years after I was born in Liguria, during a summer vacation, the youngest of three children and in Puglia, where we lived, finally came the Parmesan cheese, for the happiness of my mother that could grate on the auricles with pesto. A multi-ethnic food that I recommend.
sum up my dad was in Puglia, Liguria my mom, my brothers and I for one half of Liguria and the other half of Puglia. Italian integers. Abroad as parmesan, exactly.
The history of this country has not only made of Cavour, Garibaldi and Mazzini, even my mother and father have made the unification of Italy, like many other couples in this country, and will not be the sad green tissues and blasphemous to dismantle what many young lovers have helped to unite.
Today, that's one hundred and fifty years, those young couples should be remembered.
Arturo came into possession of the true medical bulletin issued after surgery performed on March 7, 2011 Silvio Berlusconi. The release has been published that this is patently false.
The real medical bulletin:
President's mood is great, before surgery was palpated in the ass all the nurses in the room and demanded a kiss goodnight before anesthesia. It is shown instead worried about the fact that it can not be present Thursday to a bunga bunga party, but said that will do anything to be there. Berlusconi, said Dr. Zangrillo, was operated in a private clinic in Milan by Professor Massimo Mazza, the prime minister joked very name of surgeon. The operation is fully successful. "This was a surgical operation maxilofacciale with the aim of restoring the altered face of a lower back and the consequent functional impairment of mastication, which also caused pain, its impacts suffered in December 2009 when President , in Piazza del Duomo, was hit by a grenade thrown by Di Pietro. The conditions of the Prime Minister are good and satisfactory awakening called the phone number of the nurses. Then he became a mirror and take a picture of Gasparri to play the most beautiful of them all. "Bravo surgeon, I am always the most beautiful" he exclaimed. It was a decisive action for a long time, the cathedral of Milan was still under construction, but needed to find a quiet day: a visit to Israel, the landings in Lampedusa, genocide in Libya. were four hours of operating room: yes have lost two hours because he was acting by mistake on another part of the body found to be too loose, but very similar to the injured party. The intervention was needed to repair the damage from the impact anatomical and functional product with a Boeing 747 piloted by Gad Lerner. intervention itself 'was not very easy, the temptation to do irreparable damage has been very strong. The Premier was operated in microscopy in his mouth Renato Brunetta with diving gear. In order to avoid damage to the nervous tissue was injected with a dose of Gasparrini. He is as always optimistic and put the operators in the best conditions, the nurses have made to bare all and feel at ease. He 's gone all for the best, has left his shoes and now feels relieved.
Moratti junior, in the sense that the son of Mayor Moratti Moratti Moratti is the wife of an oil tanker is the brother of the Inter Moratti , has "adapted" to an industrial complex first home. Not to do so. This, in this country, it is normal. God forbid, It is not news. The news would Moratti who does things in order. But when ever.
The real news, which is all over the papers, is the house, in the sense that junior has renovated cottage inspired nientepopòdimenoche Batman.
L ' bat man. In fact, oh, watching them together, and junior mayor, there would be a certain similarity.
Vestiteli dark velvet, do them a pair of wings, hang them for standing on a beam ... and take a Plasil
Now you just have to wait until the beginning of the fashion house inspired if they see some good.
But I could inspire me to scream a liberating but go ... ...!
We have globalized the yogurt, the Iphone, pizza, sushi, and if we tried to globalize democracy, justice, freedom, rights, work proposing an idea of \u200b\u200bsociety?
The bunker and the mausoleum. The great-grandfather
A nuclear disaster, touching everything there is to touch, might be seen to the course. And in the unfortunate case, who would be saved? Heads of state, billionaires and dictators like Gaddafi, who fallout bunker.
It is not easy to find, but if you look well the funny side of the Northern League comes out.
Browsing through the pages of the green league I came across those north of the Po Valley and among young gadget, and misspadanie Jobs Po I found a page devoted to racism.
Come on, you say, finally reversed. You are about to see that Martin Luther King was born in Gorgonzola.
No, none of this.
Young Po denounced racism against the same Po. Exactly.
Do not believe us? Read and try not to laugh
"The examples are many and Sometimes REALLY upsetting UP AGAINST ESPECIALLY THE POOR PEOPLE LIVING IN ONE OF THE REGIONS Padania "
And here are examples, brace yourselves:
" How many times have we heard someone comments discourteous us when we dare to speak our local languages? "
This is amazing:
"How many times have we felt the heel of ignorance only because they bring back the archaeological and historical truth about the Celts? How many times have we heard that our great-grandfather were all good women to come joyous inseminated by the Roman legionaries? "
The rest, if you are not slumps to the ground, can be found here .
The state of things will not change without active participation: if you can not, do not exist, if not not listen to you scream and if you do not vote you do not calculate. management of things, the government of things, stuff for a few close friends that this administration will never give up. Let's start with the primaries in Turin, we go to so many to vote.
participate, invade, we scream: we exist.
about Watching from the window uses the elbows and after a while 'clouds the view.
Outside there is a murder in progress and the victim is democracy, not just sex for money
It will find Calderoli, Bossi and Maroni And the dead that are raised are: 150 Brescia, 190 Bergamo, 170 Pavia, 150 88 Milan and the Veneto that participated in the expedition of the Thousand.
How Sanremone not comment on the national, one of the few cases where, see the World Cup, sacred homeland unit does the same thing. I had actually tried to avoid Rai Uno. Discreet film about Santa, that is, La 7. But then the family, "but as we've seen Sanremo, where he sees the whole of Italy." How to say no. And then put on the curiosity of the ladies is always present.
channel knob. And there is no trace of the fine. There are Luke and Paul, and Morandi, spentino (and so will be throughout the evening). It lays bare
Luca Barbarossa with a singer, I think, of Hispanic origin. Up, up, down, down. I close my eyes. My mother does the following: "do you like?". "I'm falling asleep." "You're the usual criticism." Maybe.
enters Roberto Vecchioni, the professorone of Italy. The eye opens and my ear does not cry out for revenge. Classic songwriting, but the text, which soon much attention, it is interesting, bother issues dear to me. After all, why not .
All hopes drown when he enters Anna Oxa Anna Tantangelo that mimics the eighties (then both will be eliminated, you look at the case). He pretends to do the rocker, with a look unlikely (my mother, "but the nice suits." "But you saw on your back?". "Sorry"). It 's like asking Orietta Berti to get into Kiss. Unlikely indeed. And then the word "bastard", but maybe not.
Sometimes I try to go back to the 7 and Keira Knightley. There is also Ballarò, but also the fiction of Arcore me tired.
begin to sprout names unknown to me. And also to my mother. There inziamo to worry about our ignorance. And I always fall asleep again. I do not understand the words of one (Van de Sfroos or something). It will be Dutch? No, Como. The song inspired by Salgado Yanez De Gomera, however, is catchy and less Pallosa of all others. He seems nice, corn bon . Then came the Crush and I repeat my ignorance. Sleep is getting heavier.
between songs and the other sticking Eli and Belen, and I still ask myself a few years ago there were long as it does on stage Ines Sastre, Laetitia Casta, Eva Herzigova, and mo there are two of them, for heaven's sake, and funny beautiful, but too clumsy and too pretend that a mastery of the stage who did not. With mom, approve of the outfits, especially the turquoise dress, it seems to me, Argentina. But both seem to forget not to stand on stage and Paperissima Festivalbar. Go ahead.
Carramba Max Pezzali. I remember my mother that I listened to the beginning of the fifth grade at the end of fifth grade itself, when there was still training as 883. "Then I decided to stop." Sing "My second time." And I realize that I never wanted a linguistic evolution. "You're a myth," "Rule The World", "The harsh law of the goal." No getting away from what I call the "too much writing," "explained," never a hint of a different image or a metaphor that is not the football. And I thank my maturity of ten years.
will pop up again Luke and Paul and I are doing a lot of laughs. "I sputtanerò" is clearly the best song of the festival (it happened also in the management Simona Ventura - Paola Cortellesi) and two of them are the best on stage. The hum still stmattina.
I see Fausto Avion Travel (my favorite!) Mesolella accompanying one of the mysteries of Italian song, Tricarico. Sing badly and you do not understand the song. Luckily waving the banner, and we understand that the three colors are "our".
While I wonder at what make-up of Halloween has turned the Oxa and what costume of "Little House on the Prairie" has instead referred Patty Pravo (which jars like a bell ... with my mother kept saying, "and but she did the Conservatory, where na 'vote), two things happen "ugly": the stage becomes a dance hall (I do not want to tango lovers ...) and Eli try to imitate, but with little very few results, her friend Uma. Morandi takes ages and I do not express.
The icsfactoriana Nathalie, then switch it to make music with a psychoanalytic session. It has an interesting voice, but the song is not in my view. And give her a lyricist!
A nice thing is the enthusiasm "gggggggiovane" of such and such Modà Emma. But the lead singer imitates Giuliano Sangiorgi Negramaro (a favorite of Belen, said that Argentina ... help), the girl is very pretty, good, it takes healthy "passion", which was seen recently on stage. But the song also boh. On
Albano, change the channel. "But I do not even want to hear?". "NO".
are discarded Anna Anna small and large. In a quick overview you can see the young talent that debut, I guess, today, the majority seem already old.
of tactics and strategies do not understand anything, chess and Risk I lose more armies to conquer the spoils Kamchatka, this puts me in my no limit conditions to understand when my secretary said the league openings also giving a good cleaning.
Real politik? The goal - to do away with Berlusconi - can justify the move?
Maybe. I do not know, not play chess.
But dear Secretary tries to understand my discomfort and embarrassment. See, I live in Turin, in the San Salvario and, to be precise, have joined the circle of 8 PD.
San Salvario, you know, is a model of multi-ethnic integration, where you can pray in the Waldensian church, in Catholic churches, in mosques and in the Jewish temple, which coexist in the market stalls run by immigrants and "local "where can you go to the hairdresser cut your hair that came from the south and from what came from the North (Africa).
Instead dear secretary, San Salvario the league would have surrounded with Hedgehog and would put the green shirts to patrol.
A crosswalk connects San Salvario the Porta Nuova train station, take the train to go to Mario Borghezio spray disinfectant on women of color. San Salvario Murazzi borders, where always the same with its green shirts Borghezio spent his nights to "warm up" illegal immigrants. From San Salvario you can take the tram and VISIT in another district of the city where you are going to build a mosque, the largest and friendly, allowing you to pray with dignity, but the league is opposed. A councilor of the league says that Muslim children are so cute, but then grow up and become terrorists.
San Salvario you resist, it's worse elsewhere and you know, a councilor of a municipality of Turin wants special classes for disabled children, because not disturb people with disabilities. Hitler taught us and left the solution of the problem.
San Salvario and around the north stands, my secretary.
Now we've put in big trouble, we must come to terms with Borghezio?
Watch Secretary that Berlusconi is the easiest to defeat of the Lega: one million jobs, more homes for all, decent pensions, the home of Scajola, massage of Bertolaso condominiums "happy", unemployment and so forth is crumbling dream Berlusconi. The Lega instead enters the blood and settles in the belly, creates enemies, it makes you live quietly at home with the loaded gun on the bedside table, rejoices when the boats sink with a desperate edge, and discrimination., Discriminates much.
discrimination and racism in San Salvario elsewhere.
All these things you know, the list is endless, but you prefer to play chess, not me, I stopped for some time.
So what do we do? Come to San Salvario ae us explain your winning move?
We're waiting for you, the circle is small, but very cozy.
put your fingers on the keyboard with the knowledge to be unpopular in this time (but who cares? this is also true).
Tomorrow there will be a demonstration of women "If not now when." Title very beautiful, noble intentions. Defending the dignity of Italian women, claim to autonomy and decision. Do not judge the "other".
Belle, but incomprehensible intentions.
often I was allergic to the events of "gender". Women for Women in defense of women under the dignity of women ... I do not understand. Or maybe not part of my culture and my background (5 to 13 years, crucial years, I was in a school for both sexes, but in my small class, 90 percent of students were female). Or maybe I speak as a "flawed woman, born in more fortunate than other years for the position and the power of choice for women. Maybe, but I still can not hear my demands of tomorrow, especially because born in a given time, more political and social, all well known. I understand the proclamation did not want to judge. But already there is only this intention, implicitamemte, all the fullness of a particular trial. I'm not like that. I am so, they coli.
dignity, beauty, freedom of women are given a valuable, essential. But I think that we preserve not through demonstrations or manifestations of gender altogether. Tomorrow we go to the streets because, in light of the known events of the news, there was the urge to say "women are even more". Nothing else. Difficult, at least for me, to separate the two things and that is where I find myself in the kind of protest and demands.
Certainly it is not always easy for girls and ladies in Italy. And it never will. Women earn less, have less power, are the target of a television culture that leaves really make any difference.
I read from the site of the event: "A widespread culture offers to the younger generations to achieve goals by offering easy money and glittering beauty and intelligence to the powers that be, willing to turn to exchange them with resources and public roles.
This mentality and behavior the resulting image are polluting the social life which should be reflected in the civic consciousness, ethics and religion of the nation. So, without even being almost account, we have passed the threshold of decency. "
All this is being fought every day, at school, at home, at work, in meetings of life. It will not be a sufficient demonstration of, born on 'emotional wave of indignation at the nasty business of the premier. The "popular culture" is, in fact, a culture that has spread, not only for the misdeeds of the lord of Arcore, but because there have been those between men and women, with his own being and his actions facilitated the emergence of this way of doing. But it must have always found fertile ground, because the choices beyond the contexts and behaviors "collective", are always individual. I do not feel to the skin, that women's dignity has been trampled on, because I had not walked on my own.
I feel that my claim to be, and I think the thing that unites most of the girls and ladies that I know, would you give love to something "other" that I find it hard to even think about, valuing my body without neither punish nor offer it to public gaze, looking, with work and study, to state what they are, without looking for shortcuts to distract me emphasize that I will never be, I know my limits and trying, with difficulty, to appreciate .
do not understand, finally, the duty put up banners accompanied by whistles, pots and all this, trumpeting the construction of an inner awareness that, I think, are familiar with all women.
What Marchionne would transfer the headquarters of Fiat, indeed FIAD International Automobile Factory Detroit), would understand a child. Unfortunately, our, government much opposition CISL UIL and thoughtful, have not had the humility of genius Groucho Marx:
"These rules are simple! To understand a child of four years. Chico, vammi find a child of four years, because I do not understand anything! "
's candidacy Roberto Tricarico is not successful, but it served to lay the foundations for a serious political project, and acceptable, why not? ambitious.
Now pirsonalmente in person, I must make a decision: What will I do in the primaries? Who will argue?
Good question, easier to decide who will not support.
support ... let's see if it helps me a dictionary.
Support:
1 Hold a load support something / someone.
In this case it is natural to support Fassino, the weight is not excessive having regard to the thinness, just write Alto and Fragile.
2 take upon himself or pay someone / something tiresome or unpleasant.
Objectionable is the context and the labor there is no doubt. But the primary need to save them. I could go to the polls and vote on white card.
3 To empower someone, give his courage, both in physical and moral.
The problem is that my courage want him, give strength, but to whom? I go over the weak. I'm on the side of the Indians? And if we lose?
4 To say something with conviction, his case, try to rely on them.
We tried, we could still occur if there is anyone among the candidates that we feel ? 's an idea, I try? Mah?
Fortunately, there is still a little time to decide, do I still have time to consult the dictionary.
I could check: support, share, cheer, resignation, ...
... I'd re-pledge to follow this blog and continue to transform my thoughts into words, but it seems not easy ... but one thing is certain: my life is changing all that I wrote ... , again, 5 years now on these pages, you are making like a comic book story ...
Opera Scuotto Brothers - Bottega of Art The Scarabattola - Taddeo Luigi Pictures taken at the exhibition "Tradition in Action" to the monumental complex of San Lorenzo Maggiore , Naples
too quiet Friday evening in Naples. I do not know if it happens in other cities, but Naples, somehow, it's as if the "felt". If you feel happy or worried, if it is happy or angry. Under and around the magma has a life that makes it as a body of which you can feel emotions and pulsate.
Yesterday, in fact, I had "felt" abnormal. The drizzle that belongs to other latitudes is better than any big bolt on the door. Half-empty streets, few cars. Yet it is Friday night. Behind this strange feeling, I drive a fast change to my new bag. Add a belt to be able to wear on the shoulder, so that it can bring, spectacularly, to "antiscippo. Thus my new gray leather bag also traveled in an anomalous position, but "urgency".
through the center town, then meet at nine with a friend at the restaurant Nennella, English quarters. Dinner runs like all dinners Nennella Style: confusion within the limits, almost, of affordability, improvised dancing, friarielli, Mulignana and so on and so forth. We are moving towards the exit Piazza Carita, Via Toledo, to reach a destination not yet clarified the decumani.
Sara is the street, inside me. Do not hurry up and make mistakes.
Suddenly a guy with helmet and giubbottone style Michelin man rushes to Sara. Or better on black handbag Sara, who has to shoulder. Sarah screams and holds the bag firmly. The mugger keeps pulling to him the "Fendi", but Sara will not let go. I try to take Sara with one arm. On the other side but I have an umbrella, not the ones from 3 € peddlers, a bit a 'more consistent. I do not know how many times I hit the mugger with the tip. Between screams, shots of umbrellas and resistance, the type lets go and runs off. The gossip is riding a scooter on the corner of Via Monte Oliveto. Run away with the "middle."
result: a broken belt bag, an umbrella heroic, a bit 'of fear, but also a few laughs.
A police car passed after about ten minutes.
ps. Useless socio - criminals knowing itself: that in Naples there is the pickpocket is not news. It is clear that not only happens in Naples. I remember theft almost daily in Barcelona. And the same Sarah was robbed in London. The news is probably that two girls, to build not just Juno, have scared away in the end "badly." As if to say, the type has gone wrong.
If you really want to find a life lesson ... tenacity, endurance, and responsiveness union perhaps could help us live better in this city.
ps 2. I learn a few hours later that the Movement Five Stars Campania has nearly completed his list of candidates for the forthcoming council elections. E 'was chosen spokesman - a mayoral candidate. This is Robert Fico. While the PDL living strange acquaintances and the Democratic Party is a caricature of himself, the citizens are doing better and more quickly than others. Good luck.
I can only vaguely imagine the phone call. And a little 'actions, mechanical, later. Keys, doors, stairs, voices, street lights, concrete and asphalt. Practice.
The rest do not.
Suddenly Mary must have felt nothing. He saw the empty take shape. The stomach torn. Thoughts suspended. The physical like in another dimension. Unknown, different, far-fetched. The atmosphere around pacatamemte chilling. The pain is inexplicable and not narratable. Twists and reset everything.
Before thin, then thicker, the anger must be revealed. From the heart arteries, must have wrapped the body, transforming the pulse, the pulse of ordinary activities.
Finally, the sensation of a force that makes its way. The key to survival, the hook to hold on to avoid being swallowed up.
can not imagine what she experienced and is experiencing Mary Liguori, the reporter of The Morning Call by his newspaper to cover the crime of mafia in San Giorgio a Cremano. Innocent victim, the father.
A cruel and unjust situation, where the facts speak, speak for themselves. Violently ill at the life of a family and a woman.
The Life of Mary Liguori will always have more contours of a mission. Due to force majeure. Even more than when he decided to be a journalist. In a land proverbially and really difficult. A life of daily mission. A life heroes. Deliberate choice or not. But often in these parts, the right to choose is for the few.
not remember the year, maybe 1974, when the doors were opened to students of Mirafiori. We are so many in that procession which paraded in Corso Agnelli, we were thrilled and excited. Students of all schools were to meet in Turin, in the factory, the workers who put face in the fight, courage and payroll for the rights and living conditions of all.
I also remember a young Fassino, head of the procession of FGCI, I also remember a young Communist militant struggle, a group that tried to isolate the head of the procession, give the same Fassino a club, fortunately without consequences, demonstrating remarkable qualities of elevation.
Becoming Mirafiori for us students had a sort of "quality certification" that the workers gave the student movement.
Those workers were our strength, were those who fought for all those who were and guaranteed rights for all.
The story Mirafiori and Pomigliano first, flip it.
Workers should say YES to a referendum, which perhaps has no other answers, to ensure the work's all, without conditions, without even the honors of war.
a referendum where people who are on the opposite bank of the river has already won a victory, he divided them workers.
In exchange: work, maybe. As is unknown.
Mirafiori marks a turning point, a U-turn
Imagine the impact of this settlement on the workers of suppliers FIAT will have to bear the same pace, the same conditions for less money.
Try to imagine the impact on workers (solidarity?) Emerging countries: the workers Serbian or Polish.
Someone left (?) States that "before the job right then."
Someone left (?) Should have the humility to remember that the fight, for the work and rights, has ensured many parliamentary mandates who now those rights, is sacrificing them.
Someone left (?) Should remember that without those workers of the current political leaders of this side do not even know the name, last name figured.
Someone left (?) Should give hope and offer a real alternative model country where the rights of all are guaranteed.
Someone left (?) Should reread the Constitution.
There is no progress, no welfare, no There is no justice without social rights.
In Italy, Europe and around the world.
From the Constitution
Article 41.
Private economic initiative is free.
There shall not be contrary to public benefit or to harm the safety, freedom, human dignity.
The law shall provide appropriate programs and controls for public and private economic activity may be directed and coordinated towards social ends.
Article 53.
Everyone shall contribute to public expenditure because of their ability to pay.
The tax system is based on criteria of progressivity.
Nothing is far, everything is dramatically close. 
Because my father, who was in Puglia, the best time of his life he spent commanding the defense of the Gallinara unlikely to enemy attacks. And it was from parts of the pier Alassio that my dad met my mom, love at first sight and untold origins, because my mom did not like those over there and the young sergeant with the mustache he had the courage to tell her that came from parts of Bari 
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What Marchionne would transfer the headquarters of Fiat, indeed FIAD International Automobile Factory Detroit), would understand a child. 
