Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Backache And Bleeding Between Period
Sunday, December 14, 2008
What Happens If There A Bumps On My Stomach
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Black And Leopard Print Pram
NO HAND - NEW SINGLE STORY OF LAURA
Maybe enough to breathe, just breathe a little
to recover
every beat and not look for the moment, to walk away (do not go away)
because it can not be used without you in December,
who stays here is hoping for the impossible
But no, there's no more time to explain
to ask if I gave you love
I'm here and I would have to say more, more
Why break between the teeth
the most important things, those words that we dare not ever
and do a dive in pain,
bring them here to raise it again, one by one here
you hear you ... and settle forever weigh upon us
and if you miss, I do not know Ripert
I can not tell you more
But no, it rains here
memories and I'd do more, to admit that it is late
how I want to speak yet again
But no, I had more time to explain
I (me) something to hope
in front of me to finish something with you. Maybe I just
breathe just breathe a little ... Perhaps
it's late, maybe not. 
Maybe enough to breathe, just breathe a little
to recover
every beat and not look for the moment, to walk away (do not go away)
because it can not be used without you in December,
who stays here is hoping for the impossible
But no, there's no more time to explain
to ask if I gave you love
I'm here and I would have to say more, more
Why break between the teeth
the most important things, those words that we dare not ever
and do a dive in pain,
bring them here to raise it again, one by one here
you hear you ... and settle forever weigh upon us
and if you miss, I do not know Ripert
I can not tell you more
But no, it rains here
memories and I'd do more, to admit that it is late
how I want to speak yet again
But no, I had more time to explain
I (me) something to hope
in front of me to finish something with you. Maybe I just
breathe just breathe a little ... Perhaps
it's late, maybe not.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Kate Play Ground Name This Movie?
: ARRIVING BY METRO
missing ten minutes ... only ten minutes.
Damn! This station is too full, a little 'and choke, I'd love to be closer to the window to breathe better, but I can not move. I can not. Not yet ...
Sara looks at her watch and then the screen of your mobile peers. He has not yet responded to the message last night. Why? What he had written wrong?
I love you.
Two words. Two beautiful words, sweet, sincere, simple truth.
now he attended a couple of months. At first he did not like, it looked like the classic blowhard who uses only the girls.
Instead, slowly, she realized that maybe it was different. It was not like her friends described him. It was nice to her. He took her to the movies, the lake ... wonderful places.
And now? How is it that kids always get scared before a sentence like I LOVE YOU?
He wanted to know the answer.
had already happened once that a boy had escaped because of a message.
This time no. Thomas would not go anywhere.
...
few stops and then it's all over. I only hope that I have not forgotten anything. With all these people you never know. One could reach out and search the backpack, and then run away. In my case, it would anything of value, because I did not bring money with me. The money in these situations is not necessary.
What's happening?
Oh, no. Here we go again. We lack only the violinist ...
Niko makes its way through the crowd and started playing, like every morning at the same time. Not much bunches and his father when he returns late at night, never misses a chance to rebuke him. Perhaps, should learn to play better or should play something more cheerful. But he knows no happy songs. The only music they know is that of his country, Romania. As long as Romania does not see the ... a lot. A lifetime.
Five minutes ...
Thank God I will soon get rid of this burden. You could not wait any longer.
George takes fifty cents from his wallet and puts them into the paper cup of gypsy violin that pulls an almost heavier than him. A moment later he heard the thud of the coin at the bottom of the container, wonders why he did not. Never gives money to the gypsies and a lot of times the recommended not to give in to such a sense of pity, because it would contribute to food as a racket that exploits children for money laundering.
His wife is watching. He smiles.
Their little girl is sleeping in the stroller. Strange, usually puts up a fuss just go up on the subway. There is a first
once and for all ...
Three minutes ...
The people around me, including Gypsy, perhaps, believe that I should feel terror, terror that is typical of every human being against death, against loneliness. They believe that I should be ashamed, feel a sense of intolerable anxiety, nausea and guilt that characterizes beings who commit an irreparable folly.
But no. I do not feel guilty.
And I'm not afraid. My teachers have taught me not to have ...
The horoscope does not bode well. Francesca can not help but think about it. Just read the weather of the day, he realized he should not have to leave home. There is a check mathematics today. She's a landslide in mathematics. Not to mention that there is evidence of his group, at four.
They sent their cd with some basis for a record company.
been two days already shipping and is no longer in the skin. Her mother told her not to get hopes up because they only accept certain sharks recommended ...
Yes, it's true. But in life everything is possible, no?
a minute ...
Mohammed yawns and staggers a bit 'because of the jolts of the meter. Inadvertently hits a guy with a backpack, but it does not seem to do much about the case. Pakistan has to be like him. Or at least, their appearance is similar.
looks at his watch. E 'in advance. All because he managed to take the bus ten minutes earlier than usual ... Perfect. His boss will not have anything to complain about ... although most of the time complaining that he has repented of having taken a black man and not a Christian, especially ... Poor bastard. The pity ... Does not understand that people can be dishonest even hide among whites ... And that Islamic terrorism has nothing to do with a man like him ... Those are just fanatics.
But you want to do, will never change.
We ...
Your journey is finished, my friends. I know some of you can not wait. I, for one, can not wait.
Finally, after years of apprenticeship, I am ready to plunge. I'm ready to earn a place in Heaven. Allah is great ... My friends, including those who were arrested recently, when I remember, when you claim, my death will be proud of me. Christians are enemies of my religion.
must die ...
I stand up, striking a man pushing a stroller toward the exit.
Three ...
Two ...
One ... 
missing ten minutes ... only ten minutes.
Damn! This station is too full, a little 'and choke, I'd love to be closer to the window to breathe better, but I can not move. I can not. Not yet ...
Sara looks at her watch and then the screen of your mobile peers. He has not yet responded to the message last night. Why? What he had written wrong?
I love you.
Two words. Two beautiful words, sweet, sincere, simple truth.
now he attended a couple of months. At first he did not like, it looked like the classic blowhard who uses only the girls.
Instead, slowly, she realized that maybe it was different. It was not like her friends described him. It was nice to her. He took her to the movies, the lake ... wonderful places.
And now? How is it that kids always get scared before a sentence like I LOVE YOU?
He wanted to know the answer.
had already happened once that a boy had escaped because of a message.
This time no. Thomas would not go anywhere.
...
few stops and then it's all over. I only hope that I have not forgotten anything. With all these people you never know. One could reach out and search the backpack, and then run away. In my case, it would anything of value, because I did not bring money with me. The money in these situations is not necessary.
What's happening?
Oh, no. Here we go again. We lack only the violinist ...
Niko makes its way through the crowd and started playing, like every morning at the same time. Not much bunches and his father when he returns late at night, never misses a chance to rebuke him. Perhaps, should learn to play better or should play something more cheerful. But he knows no happy songs. The only music they know is that of his country, Romania. As long as Romania does not see the ... a lot. A lifetime.
Five minutes ...
Thank God I will soon get rid of this burden. You could not wait any longer.
George takes fifty cents from his wallet and puts them into the paper cup of gypsy violin that pulls an almost heavier than him. A moment later he heard the thud of the coin at the bottom of the container, wonders why he did not. Never gives money to the gypsies and a lot of times the recommended not to give in to such a sense of pity, because it would contribute to food as a racket that exploits children for money laundering.
His wife is watching. He smiles.
Their little girl is sleeping in the stroller. Strange, usually puts up a fuss just go up on the subway. There is a first
once and for all ...
Three minutes ...
The people around me, including Gypsy, perhaps, believe that I should feel terror, terror that is typical of every human being against death, against loneliness. They believe that I should be ashamed, feel a sense of intolerable anxiety, nausea and guilt that characterizes beings who commit an irreparable folly.
But no. I do not feel guilty.
And I'm not afraid. My teachers have taught me not to have ...
The horoscope does not bode well. Francesca can not help but think about it. Just read the weather of the day, he realized he should not have to leave home. There is a check mathematics today. She's a landslide in mathematics. Not to mention that there is evidence of his group, at four.
They sent their cd with some basis for a record company.
been two days already shipping and is no longer in the skin. Her mother told her not to get hopes up because they only accept certain sharks recommended ...
Yes, it's true. But in life everything is possible, no?
a minute ...
Mohammed yawns and staggers a bit 'because of the jolts of the meter. Inadvertently hits a guy with a backpack, but it does not seem to do much about the case. Pakistan has to be like him. Or at least, their appearance is similar.
looks at his watch. E 'in advance. All because he managed to take the bus ten minutes earlier than usual ... Perfect. His boss will not have anything to complain about ... although most of the time complaining that he has repented of having taken a black man and not a Christian, especially ... Poor bastard. The pity ... Does not understand that people can be dishonest even hide among whites ... And that Islamic terrorism has nothing to do with a man like him ... Those are just fanatics.
But you want to do, will never change.
We ...
Your journey is finished, my friends. I know some of you can not wait. I, for one, can not wait.
Finally, after years of apprenticeship, I am ready to plunge. I'm ready to earn a place in Heaven. Allah is great ... My friends, including those who were arrested recently, when I remember, when you claim, my death will be proud of me. Christians are enemies of my religion.
must die ...
I stand up, striking a man pushing a stroller toward the exit.
Three ...
Two ...
One ...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Highwayman Mask Template
Calamandrei in defense of the National School - February 11, 1950
"Let's say, so theoretically, there is a ruling party, a ruling party, which, however, formally wants to respect the Constitution , does not want to violate the substance. Does not want to march on Rome and transform the classroom into a space for presentation; but wants to establish, without opinion, a disguised dictatorship.
So, what to do to gain control of the schools and to turn state schools into Party schools? He realizes that the schools have been the defect of being impartial. There is some resistance, in those schools is always there, even under fascism has been there. Then, the dominant party follows another path (it's all a theoretical hypothesis, mind you). He begins to neglect the public schools, to discredit, to impoverish. Let it anemizzino and begins to favor private schools. Not all private schools. The schools of his party, that party. And then all the treatments start to go to these schools, because basically it says are better than those of the state. And perhaps we give prizes to those citizens who are willing to send their children to public schools rather than private schools. A "those" private schools. So the private school becomes a privileged school. The ruling party, unable to openly turn state schools into party schools, send to hell the state schools to give priority to the private schools. Warning, this is the recipe. We must keep an eye on the cooks in this slow cooking. The operation is done in three ways, as I have said, to ruin the state schools.
let them go to hell. Depleting their budgets. Ignore their needs. Mitigate the supervision and control over private schools. Do not check its reliability. Let the teachers teach you that do not have the minimum qualifications to teach. Let the examinations are jokes. Dare to private schools public money.
This is the point. Giving public money to private schools. " 
"Let's say, so theoretically, there is a ruling party, a ruling party, which, however, formally wants to respect the Constitution , does not want to violate the substance. Does not want to march on Rome and transform the classroom into a space for presentation; but wants to establish, without opinion, a disguised dictatorship.
So, what to do to gain control of the schools and to turn state schools into Party schools? He realizes that the schools have been the defect of being impartial. There is some resistance, in those schools is always there, even under fascism has been there. Then, the dominant party follows another path (it's all a theoretical hypothesis, mind you). He begins to neglect the public schools, to discredit, to impoverish. Let it anemizzino and begins to favor private schools. Not all private schools. The schools of his party, that party. And then all the treatments start to go to these schools, because basically it says are better than those of the state. And perhaps we give prizes to those citizens who are willing to send their children to public schools rather than private schools. A "those" private schools. So the private school becomes a privileged school. The ruling party, unable to openly turn state schools into party schools, send to hell the state schools to give priority to the private schools. Warning, this is the recipe. We must keep an eye on the cooks in this slow cooking. The operation is done in three ways, as I have said, to ruin the state schools.
let them go to hell. Depleting their budgets. Ignore their needs. Mitigate the supervision and control over private schools. Do not check its reliability. Let the teachers teach you that do not have the minimum qualifications to teach. Let the examinations are jokes. Dare to private schools public money.
This is the point. Giving public money to private schools. "
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Low Heart Rate Causes
Laura's new CD
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
Funny Things To Write On A Map
MY BOOK - WHERE TO FIND IT
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distributors and other information on the site www.prospettivaeditrice.it
Sunday, October 5, 2008
What Happen With Javtalk
LAURA PAUSINI ... MY FAVORITE SINGER ... Saturday, September 27 IS 'TAKING A RIMINI MEETING OF THE FAN CLUB ... AND HIS' was a fantastic day! released on November 14 HIS NEW CD, ENTITLED "SPRING AHEAD". The first single from META 'October
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Calculate Diminishing Rate Of Interest
Emanuel, The Negro
Only this picture gives an adequate view of barbarism in which we are sinking.
thank the Republic for the photo 
Only this picture gives an adequate view of barbarism in which we are sinking.
thank the Republic for the photo
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Milena Velba's Mother
measure is full
Here's a puzzle play by week: FIND THE DIFFERENCES: Please Practice a bit 'with these two pictures!
But notice the jokes. Only a quote, or rather two, from the book world's most ancient and eternal, the Bible. The measure is full, and, after 2000 years by those who said "I was a stranger and I have accepted, "namely, Christ, Christians or those who consider that they only make these prayer vigils and meetings that make you feel less guilty, but all and all I say, we continue to tolerate the outrageous exploitation and enslavement of thousands, millions of unfortunates now calling in our country. So, I go with the quotes.
by the prophet Isaiah (and the speaker is God, mind you, just kidding!)
"I have had enough of your many sacrifices. I do not know what to do with the blood of bulls and lambs and kids. Stop unnecessary tender, the `burnt incense makes me sick, new moons, Sabbaths, sacred assemblies, I can not bear them. Your new moons and your feasts are a burden to me, are tired of bearing them. When you spread out your hands in prayer, I look elsewhere. Although many prayers, I will not listen. Wash and make yourselves clean, remove the evil of your deeds and my sight. Cease to do evil, learn to do good, seek justice, rescue the oppressed `,` do justice to an orphan, defend the cause of the widow. "
and again by the prophet Amos:
against the exploiters
Listen to this,
you who trample on the poor and the humble exterminated the country, you who say, "When will the new moon
and may sell grain?
And on Saturday, because we can sell the wheat,
decreasing sizes and increasing the shekel
and using scales false, to buy with money
the poor and the needy for a pair of sandals?
We also sell the refuse of the wheat. "
The Lord has sworn by the pride of Jacob:
certainly never forget their deeds. There probably why the earth quakes,
are in mourning all its inhabitants, it raises
like the Nile,
shake and lowers as the river of Egypt?
On that day - declares the Lord God - I
the sun go down at noon and darken the earth in broad daylight will turn your feasts into mourning
and all your songs into lamentation:
'll dress up next to each bag,
will make every bald head will make him a
mourning for an only child and the end of it as a day `s bitterness.
one day we realize. 
Here's a puzzle play by week: FIND THE DIFFERENCES: Please Practice a bit 'with these two pictures!
But notice the jokes. Only a quote, or rather two, from the book world's most ancient and eternal, the Bible. The measure is full, and, after 2000 years by those who said "I was a stranger and I have accepted, "namely, Christ, Christians or those who consider that they only make these prayer vigils and meetings that make you feel less guilty, but all and all I say, we continue to tolerate the outrageous exploitation and enslavement of thousands, millions of unfortunates now calling in our country. So, I go with the quotes.
by the prophet Isaiah (and the speaker is God, mind you, just kidding!)
"I have had enough of your many sacrifices. I do not know what to do with the blood of bulls and lambs and kids. Stop unnecessary tender, the `burnt incense makes me sick, new moons, Sabbaths, sacred assemblies, I can not bear them. Your new moons and your feasts are a burden to me, are tired of bearing them. When you spread out your hands in prayer, I look elsewhere. Although many prayers, I will not listen. Wash and make yourselves clean, remove the evil of your deeds and my sight. Cease to do evil, learn to do good, seek justice, rescue the oppressed `,` do justice to an orphan, defend the cause of the widow. "
and again by the prophet Amos:
against the exploiters
Listen to this,
you who trample on the poor and the humble exterminated the country, you who say, "When will the new moon
and may sell grain?
And on Saturday, because we can sell the wheat,
decreasing sizes and increasing the shekel
and using scales false, to buy with money
the poor and the needy for a pair of sandals?
We also sell the refuse of the wheat. "
The Lord has sworn by the pride of Jacob:
certainly never forget their deeds. There probably why the earth quakes,
are in mourning all its inhabitants, it raises
like the Nile,
shake and lowers as the river of Egypt?
On that day - declares the Lord God - I
the sun go down at noon and darken the earth in broad daylight will turn your feasts into mourning
and all your songs into lamentation:
'll dress up next to each bag,
will make every bald head will make him a
mourning for an only child and the end of it as a day `s bitterness.
one day we realize.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Welcome New Staff Letter
Saviano, Gomorrah letter from the real killer and silence
I can not help but bring to the entire page Republic The cry of impeachment by Roberto Saviano after the massacre in Castel Volturno.
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Those responsible have names. They have faces. They even have a soul. Or maybe not. Joseph Brisson, Alessandro Cirillo, Oreste Spagnuolo, Giovanni Letizia, Emilio di Caterino, Peter Vargas are waging a violent military strategy. They are authorized by the fugitive boss Michele Zagaria and hide around Lago Patria. Among them feel lonely fighters, warriors who are trying to get back at all, avenging last one of the most vicious and unfortunate lands of Europe. If the recount case.
But Joseph Brisson, Alessandro Cirillo, Oreste Spagnuolo, Giovanni Letizia, Emilio di Caterino and Peter Vargas are cowards, actually: killers without any kind of military skill. To kill indiscriminately empty cartridge for loading to strafanno of cocaine and swell of Fernet Branca and vodka. They shot unarmed people, educated or taken suddenly from behind. They never compared with other armed men. Faced with this tremendous, and yet you feel strong and safe by killing unarmed, often elderly or young children. Deceiving them and taking them behind.
And I wonder, in your land, our land are now many months that a handful of killer hovers above undisturbed massacring innocent people. Five, six, always the same. How is it possible? I wonder, but this land as we see, as it represents itself, as we imagine? How are you you imagine your earth, your country? How do you feel when you go to work, walking, making love? We put the problem, or you just say, "so it's always been and always will be so"?
there really enough to believe that anything that happens depends on your commitment or your indignation? That basically all have something to live so we should live their daily lives and nothing else. There are enough answers to make this go on? Simply say "I do not do anything wrong, they are an honest person" to make you feel innocent? Let them pass the news on the skin and soul. So it always has been, or not? Or delegate to associations, church activists, journalists and others to denounce makes you worry? A calm that makes you go to bed happy, but maybe not in peace? There really is enough?
This focus group has killed mostly innocent. In any other country in the freedom of action of such a bunch of murderers would have generated debates and political battles, reflections. But here it is only crimes inherent to an area considered one of the provinces of Italy asshole. And then the investigators, the police and police officers, the four reporters who follow the events, they are alone. Even those in the rest of the country reads a newspaper knows that these killers are always using the same strategy: pretend to be policemen. They have a flashing blade, or the DIA said they had to do a check of documents. Employing a two-penny trick to kill more easily. And they live like animals: from buffalo farms, suburban homes, garage.
They killed sixteen people. The massacre began on May 2 at about six o'clock in the morning in a buffalo farm gate to Arnold. They kill his father Domenico Bidognetti repented of, cousin and former loyalist and Lard 'midnight.
Umberto Bidognetti was 69 years old and in general was also accompanied by the son of Mimi, who just that morning he could not pull himself out of bed to help his grandfather. On May 15, killing at Green Bay, a hamlet of Castel Volturno, the sixty-five Domenico Noviello, owner of a driving school. Domenico Noviello was opposed to the racket eight years earlier. He had been under guard, but then the protection cycle was over. He could not be targeted, not expecting this. The discharge on 20 shots while his Panda is going to make a stop at the bar before opening the driving school. His execution was also a message to the police that he was to celebrate his own festival in Casal di Principe, three days later, and even more of a clear statement: it can go almost a decade but do not forget the Casalesi.
Before that, May 13, with a fire destroyed the mattress factory of Peter Russell in Santa Maria Capua Vetere. It is the only one of their targets to have an escort. Why was the only one with Tano Grasso, tried to organize a united front against the racket on the ground Casale. Then, on May 30, to strike the belly Villaricca Francesca Carrino, a girl, twenty-five year-old nephew of Anna Carrino, the former wife of Francesco Bidognetti, sorry. He was at home with his mother and grandmother, but she had been to open the door to the killer claiming to be agents of Dia.
not pass even a day in Casal di Principe, and after lunch is to go to the "Roxy bar", kill Michele Orsi, a businessman waste close to the clan who was arrested the year before, had begun to cooperate with the judiciary revealing the intrigues waste-political mafia. It is a murder that makes excellent stir, raise controversies, raise your voice does to representatives of the State. But it does not stop the killer.
July 11, killing at Lido "The Flourishing" of Varcaturo Raffaele Granata, 70, manager of the bathhouse and the father of the mayor of Calverley. He also pays for the first year have not yielded to the will of the clan. On August 4 massacre in Castel Volturno Ziber Dani Kazan and Arthur were sitting on the terrace of the "Bar Kuban" and probably Ramis Doda August 21, twenty-five years before the "Freedom Bar" San Marcellino. The victims were Albanians who rounded up the shop, but were allowed to stay and work on construction sites as masons and painters.
Then on Aug. 18 opened fire indiscriminately against the house of Teddy Egonwman, president of Nigerians in Campania, which has been fighting for years against the prostitution of his countrymen, seriously wounding him, his wife Alice and three other friends. They return to San Marcellino
September 12 to kill and Ernesto Antonio Ciardullo Fabozzi, killed while they were doing maintenance to truck transport firm which was the first holder. Although he had not obeyed, and those who stood by was killed because he witnessed.
Finally, on September 18, the first jig Celiento Antonio, owner of an amusement arcade in Green Bay, and a quarter of an hour after opening a fire of 130 rounds of Kalashnikov guns and against the Africans gathered in front of the workshop and "Ob Ob Exotic Fashion in Castel Volturno. Die Samuel Kwaku, 26, and Alaj Ababa, Togo, Christopher Adams and Alex Geemes, 28, Liberians, Kwame Julius Francis, 31, and Eric Yeboah, 25, Ghanaian, and is hospitalized with serious injuries Ayimbora Joseph, 34 years, also from Ghana. Only one or perhaps two of them had to do do with drugs, the others were there by chance, worked hard on building sites or where it happened, and also in tailoring.
Sixteen victims in less than six months. Any democratic country with such a situation would have faltered. Here, despite everything, he's not even mentioned. Neither was aware from Rome on this trail of blood and terror of this, who does not speak Arabic, which has five-pointed stars, but controls and rules without enforcement.
They kill anyone who opposes. They kill anyone who happens under fire, without regard for anyone. The list of dead could be longer, much longer. And for all these months, no one informed the public that turned this "paranza of fire ". Paranza, as the boats set out to fish at sea. No one has revealed the names until they have made slaughter in Castel Volturno.
But I'm still the same, always use the same weapons, even if try to modify them to mislead the scientific, a sign that they have few available. Do not come in contact with families, are strictly between them. Every time someone sees them in the bars of some paesone, where they stop to fill d ' alcohol. And six months nobody can catch them.
Castel Volturno, a territory where most of the killings occurred, is not any place. It is not a slum, a ghetto for outcasts and exploited as if they can also be found elsewhere, even if now some of his areas of Africa that are more like the hometown to the place of seaside tourism for which its houses were built. Castel Volturno is where the Coppola built the largest citadel of unfair world, the famous Village Coppola.
Ottocentosessantatremila area occupied with concrete. Who illegally took the place of one of the largest pine forests in the Mediterranean Sea. Abuse the hospital, the police station abusive, illegal items. All abusive. We went to live the families of the NATO soldiers. When they left, the area fell more than total abandonment and became a fief by Francesco Bidognetti all at the same time territory of the Nigerian mafia.
The Nigerians have a powerful Mafia with whom the defendant to Casalesi, their country has become a hub in the international trafficking of cocaine and Nigerian organizations are powerful, able to invest primarily in money transfer, the points through which all World immigrants send money home. Through these, the Nigerian money and control people. Castel Volturno African direct cocaine transit, especially in England. The congestion charges so that the clan requires not only the lace on the retail store, but agreements on a sort of joint venture. Now, however, Nigerians are powerful, powerful. So is the Albanian mafia, by which Casalesi are in the business.
And the clan is gaping, fear of not being recognized as one who commands the first and last in the area. And here are creeping in the indentations of men fishing boat. Albanians kill small fish such as demonstration projects, are the slaughter of Africans - and among these none is from Nigeria - strike the last links of the chain of criminal and ethnic hierarchies. Honest guys die, but as always, in this land, there must be a reason to die. It does not take much to be vilified.
The African boys were killed immediately all "traffickers" as were "Camorra" Reversal Giuseppe and Vincenzo Natale, killed in Villa Literno September 23, 2003 because they were stopped to get a beer near Frank Gallop, member of the clan Bidognetti. They too were soon baptized as criminals.
is not the first time that takes place in those parts a massacre of immigrants. In 1990, Augusto La Torre, boss of Mondragone, left with his loyalists at a time of a bar which, although run by Italians, had become a meeting point for the trafficking of Africans. All took place along the highway always Domitiana in Pescopagano, a few miles north of Castel Volturno, but already in the territory mondragonese. They killed six people, including the operator, and wounded many others. That, too, was the culmination of a series of actions against foreigners, but who also approved of the Casalesi intimidation did not like the massacre. The tower had to collect heavy criticism by Francesco "Sandokan" Schiavone. But now times have changed and allow the exercise of indiscriminate violence to allow a group of armed cocaine.
I call back to my land that has self-image. I ask this in all those groups of men and women who work here in the great silence and are committed. In those few politicians who manage to remain credible, resisting the temptations of collusion or of the withdrawal of combat power of the clan. To all those who are doing their job, to all those who seek to live honestly, as in any other part of the world. To all these people. Which are increasingly but more and more sun.
How do you imagine this land? If it is true, as said by Danilo Dolci, which grows only if each is a dream, you dream about these places as them there? There's never been so much focus on your lands and all that has happened and will happen. Yet it seems to have changed much. The two bosses who rule continue to operate and to be free. Antonio Iovine and Michele Zagaria. Twelve years on the run. Even they know where they are. The first is in San Cipriano d'Aversa, the second Casapesenna. In an area as big as a piece of land, may not be able to find them?
ancient history is that of the wanted fugitives in the world and then found its at home. But now that it is new history have spoken over and over newspapers and television, that politicians of all stripes have promised that they will stop. Meanwhile time passes and nothing happens. And are there. Walk, talk, meet people.
I saw that in my country have appeared written against me. Saviano shit. Saviano worm. And a huge coffin with my name. And then insults, constant denigration from the most common and banal: "What has been done the money." With my job as a writer and now I live, fortunately, pay for my lawyers. What about them? That control their business empires and are building houses pharaonic in countries where there are not even paved roads?
them and for the disposal of toxic wastes are managed in a single operation to collect up to 500 million euro and have padded our land of poison to the point of pushing up to 24% certain cancers, birth defects and up to '84% percent? Real money they generate, according to the Observatory epidemiological Campania, an average of 7172.5 cancer deaths a year in Campania. And to get rich on the misfortunes of this land would be me with my words, or the police and prosecutors, reporters and all others with books or movies or in any other manner continues to complain? How can you create such a reversal of perspectives? How is it possible that even honest people to join this chorus? Although I know my ground in front of all this I am still in disbelief and shock and hurt to the point that even I struggle to find my voice. Why
leads to mute the pain, because the hostility leads to not know who to talk to. So who should I talk to, what I say? How do I say to my country to stop being crushed between the arrogance of the strong and the cowardice of the weak? Today here in this room where the guest of those who protect me, is my birthday. I think of all the birthdays in the past as well, since I cover a little 'nervous, a bit' sad and above only.
I think I can never pass a normal part of my land, I will never put more foot. I regret as a sick man without hope all birthdays neglected, snubbed because it's just any date, and another year there will be an equal. It has now opened a chasm in time and space, a wound that will never heal. And I think as well, and especially those who live in my own condition and did not like me the privilege to write and speak to many.
I think some other friends in the Commons, Raffaele, Rosa, Lirio, Tano, I think of Carmelina, the teacher of Mondragone who had denounced the killer of a Camorra and has since lived under police protection, far away, alone. Left by her boyfriend who was to marry, judged by the friends who feel oppressed by their courage and their mediocrity. Because there was no sympathy for his gesture, indeed, there has been criticism and abandonment. She has just followed a call of his conscience and had to get by with the meager salary that gives the state. What did
Carmelina, what did others like her to have life uprooted and destroyed, while the boss at large continue to be able to live protected and respected in their lands? And I call on my land, what we have left? Tell me. Float? Pretend nothing happened? Trampling scales of cooperative hospitals washed by cleaning them in the tanks to receive the gasoline dispensed from their gas stations? Live in houses built by them, drinking coffee brand from their sets (any brand of coffee be sold in bars must have permission of the clan), cooking in their pots (the clan Tablet managed production and sale of top brands of cookware)?
eat their bread, their cheese, their vegetables? They can vote for politicians who, like the repentant state, you get to the highest national? Working in their shopping malls, built to create jobs and due subjection to the workplace, but in the meantime there is no loss, because most of the shops are they? Are you proud to live in the territory with the largest malls in the world and with one of the highest rates of poverty? Spend time on the premises operated or authorized by them? Sit at the bar near their children, the children of their lawyers, their white-collar? And find them cute and innocent, all in all nice people, because they are basically just guys who are guilty of their fathers.
In fact it is not apportioning blame, but to stop accepting and always be, stop thinking that at least there is order, that at least there is work, and that you do not scratch, do not lift the veil, to continue to go their own way. They just do this and in our land is already in the best of all possible worlds, or maybe not, but certainly in the only possible world.
How much more should we expect? As yet we see the best emigrate and stay resigned? Are you really sure that is fine? That the evenings you spend in court, laughing, arguing, cursing the stench of waste heat, to chat, be enough? You want a simple life, plain, made of small things, while all around you there is a real war, while those who undergo a complaint and talk and lose everything. How did we become so blind? So subservient and resigned, so bent? How is it that only the last of the last, the Africans in Castel Volturno who suffer from exploitation and violence of the Italian mafia and other Africans have been able to pull out once more anger than fear and resignation? Not I believe that South is so rich in talent and strength can only truly be satisfied with that.
Calabria has the lowest GDP of Italy but "something new", that is? Ndrangheta, invoice and more as a whole Italian financial maneuver. Alitalia is in crisis, but Grazzanise, in a territory marked by the Camorra, is to build the largest Italian airport, the largest in the Mediterranean. A land to pay enormous amounts of money to circulate without a shred of real development, and instead of money, profit, cement that has the flavor of the looting, not growth.
I can not believe are able to withstand only a few exceptional individuals. That complaint is now only task of a few individuals, priests, teachers, doctors, the few honest politicians and groups that play the role of civil society. And the rest? The others are good and quiet, stunned by fear? Fear. The more excuses. It feels all right because it is in his name that they defend the family, loved ones, their innocent lives, their sacred right to live and build it.
But no longer afraid it would not be difficult. It would be enough to act, but not by yourself. The fear goes hand in hand with isolation. Every time someone pulls back creates more fear, that creates even more fear, that exponential growth in fixed assets, eroding, slowly ruining.
"You can build happiness of the world on the shoulders of one abused child? "demand Ivan Karamazov to his brother Aljo? a. But you do not want a perfect world, you just want a quiet and simple life, an everyday acceptable, the warmth of a family. be content to think that this puts you away from anxieties and pain. And maybe you can, can you find a dimension where you will find serenity. But at what price?
If your children were born sick or ill, if another When should you turn to a politician in return for his vote will give you a job without which even your little dreams and projects end up in the air, when we will struggle to get a mortgage on your home while the directors of the same Banks will always be available to those in power, when you see this maybe you will realize that there is no shelter, that there is no protected area, and the attitude that you think realistically and wisely disenchanted has polluted the soul of a grievance and resentment that takes away any taste to your life.
Because if this is the sad thing is even more sad is the habit. Getting used that there is nothing else to do but to resign, or make do go away. I call upon my land if I can still imagine to choose from. I ask if you can at least make that first gesture of freedom lies in being able to think differently, to think freely. Do not resign to accept as a natural destiny what is the work of men.
Those men can tear you to your land and your past, take away the serenity, to finding a home, write insults on the walls of your country, can make the desert around you. But they can not eradicate what remains a certainty and, therefore, also remains a hope. That is not right, it is not natural at all, to a territory subject to the rule of violence and exploitation, without limits. And that should not go on like this because it always has been. Although it is not true that everything is always the same, but it's getting worse.
Why the devastation grows in proportion with their business, because it is irreversible as the earth once and for all plague-stricken, because no limits. Because out there are around six killer brutalized and stoned, with a license to kill and do not mandate, that does not stop in front of anyone. Because they are the image and likeness of that which prevails today in this land and what awaits them tomorrow, tomorrow, in the future. We must find the strength to change. Now or never.
Copyright 2008 by Roberto Saviano
Published by arrangement
of Roberto Santachiara Literary Agency
(September 22, 2008) 
I can not help but bring to the entire page Republic The cry of impeachment by Roberto Saviano after the massacre in Castel Volturno.
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Those responsible have names. They have faces. They even have a soul. Or maybe not. Joseph Brisson, Alessandro Cirillo, Oreste Spagnuolo, Giovanni Letizia, Emilio di Caterino, Peter Vargas are waging a violent military strategy. They are authorized by the fugitive boss Michele Zagaria and hide around Lago Patria. Among them feel lonely fighters, warriors who are trying to get back at all, avenging last one of the most vicious and unfortunate lands of Europe. If the recount case.
But Joseph Brisson, Alessandro Cirillo, Oreste Spagnuolo, Giovanni Letizia, Emilio di Caterino and Peter Vargas are cowards, actually: killers without any kind of military skill. To kill indiscriminately empty cartridge for loading to strafanno of cocaine and swell of Fernet Branca and vodka. They shot unarmed people, educated or taken suddenly from behind. They never compared with other armed men. Faced with this tremendous, and yet you feel strong and safe by killing unarmed, often elderly or young children. Deceiving them and taking them behind.
And I wonder, in your land, our land are now many months that a handful of killer hovers above undisturbed massacring innocent people. Five, six, always the same. How is it possible? I wonder, but this land as we see, as it represents itself, as we imagine? How are you you imagine your earth, your country? How do you feel when you go to work, walking, making love? We put the problem, or you just say, "so it's always been and always will be so"?
there really enough to believe that anything that happens depends on your commitment or your indignation? That basically all have something to live so we should live their daily lives and nothing else. There are enough answers to make this go on? Simply say "I do not do anything wrong, they are an honest person" to make you feel innocent? Let them pass the news on the skin and soul. So it always has been, or not? Or delegate to associations, church activists, journalists and others to denounce makes you worry? A calm that makes you go to bed happy, but maybe not in peace? There really is enough?
This focus group has killed mostly innocent. In any other country in the freedom of action of such a bunch of murderers would have generated debates and political battles, reflections. But here it is only crimes inherent to an area considered one of the provinces of Italy asshole. And then the investigators, the police and police officers, the four reporters who follow the events, they are alone. Even those in the rest of the country reads a newspaper knows that these killers are always using the same strategy: pretend to be policemen. They have a flashing blade, or the DIA said they had to do a check of documents. Employing a two-penny trick to kill more easily. And they live like animals: from buffalo farms, suburban homes, garage.
They killed sixteen people. The massacre began on May 2 at about six o'clock in the morning in a buffalo farm gate to Arnold. They kill his father Domenico Bidognetti repented of, cousin and former loyalist and Lard 'midnight.
Umberto Bidognetti was 69 years old and in general was also accompanied by the son of Mimi, who just that morning he could not pull himself out of bed to help his grandfather. On May 15, killing at Green Bay, a hamlet of Castel Volturno, the sixty-five Domenico Noviello, owner of a driving school. Domenico Noviello was opposed to the racket eight years earlier. He had been under guard, but then the protection cycle was over. He could not be targeted, not expecting this. The discharge on 20 shots while his Panda is going to make a stop at the bar before opening the driving school. His execution was also a message to the police that he was to celebrate his own festival in Casal di Principe, three days later, and even more of a clear statement: it can go almost a decade but do not forget the Casalesi.
Before that, May 13, with a fire destroyed the mattress factory of Peter Russell in Santa Maria Capua Vetere. It is the only one of their targets to have an escort. Why was the only one with Tano Grasso, tried to organize a united front against the racket on the ground Casale. Then, on May 30, to strike the belly Villaricca Francesca Carrino, a girl, twenty-five year-old nephew of Anna Carrino, the former wife of Francesco Bidognetti, sorry. He was at home with his mother and grandmother, but she had been to open the door to the killer claiming to be agents of Dia.
not pass even a day in Casal di Principe, and after lunch is to go to the "Roxy bar", kill Michele Orsi, a businessman waste close to the clan who was arrested the year before, had begun to cooperate with the judiciary revealing the intrigues waste-political mafia. It is a murder that makes excellent stir, raise controversies, raise your voice does to representatives of the State. But it does not stop the killer.
July 11, killing at Lido "The Flourishing" of Varcaturo Raffaele Granata, 70, manager of the bathhouse and the father of the mayor of Calverley. He also pays for the first year have not yielded to the will of the clan. On August 4 massacre in Castel Volturno Ziber Dani Kazan and Arthur were sitting on the terrace of the "Bar Kuban" and probably Ramis Doda August 21, twenty-five years before the "Freedom Bar" San Marcellino. The victims were Albanians who rounded up the shop, but were allowed to stay and work on construction sites as masons and painters.
Then on Aug. 18 opened fire indiscriminately against the house of Teddy Egonwman, president of Nigerians in Campania, which has been fighting for years against the prostitution of his countrymen, seriously wounding him, his wife Alice and three other friends. They return to San Marcellino
September 12 to kill and Ernesto Antonio Ciardullo Fabozzi, killed while they were doing maintenance to truck transport firm which was the first holder. Although he had not obeyed, and those who stood by was killed because he witnessed.
Finally, on September 18, the first jig Celiento Antonio, owner of an amusement arcade in Green Bay, and a quarter of an hour after opening a fire of 130 rounds of Kalashnikov guns and against the Africans gathered in front of the workshop and "Ob Ob Exotic Fashion in Castel Volturno. Die Samuel Kwaku, 26, and Alaj Ababa, Togo, Christopher Adams and Alex Geemes, 28, Liberians, Kwame Julius Francis, 31, and Eric Yeboah, 25, Ghanaian, and is hospitalized with serious injuries Ayimbora Joseph, 34 years, also from Ghana. Only one or perhaps two of them had to do do with drugs, the others were there by chance, worked hard on building sites or where it happened, and also in tailoring.
Sixteen victims in less than six months. Any democratic country with such a situation would have faltered. Here, despite everything, he's not even mentioned. Neither was aware from Rome on this trail of blood and terror of this, who does not speak Arabic, which has five-pointed stars, but controls and rules without enforcement.
They kill anyone who opposes. They kill anyone who happens under fire, without regard for anyone. The list of dead could be longer, much longer. And for all these months, no one informed the public that turned this "paranza of fire ". Paranza, as the boats set out to fish at sea. No one has revealed the names until they have made slaughter in Castel Volturno.
But I'm still the same, always use the same weapons, even if try to modify them to mislead the scientific, a sign that they have few available. Do not come in contact with families, are strictly between them. Every time someone sees them in the bars of some paesone, where they stop to fill d ' alcohol. And six months nobody can catch them.
Castel Volturno, a territory where most of the killings occurred, is not any place. It is not a slum, a ghetto for outcasts and exploited as if they can also be found elsewhere, even if now some of his areas of Africa that are more like the hometown to the place of seaside tourism for which its houses were built. Castel Volturno is where the Coppola built the largest citadel of unfair world, the famous Village Coppola.
Ottocentosessantatremila area occupied with concrete. Who illegally took the place of one of the largest pine forests in the Mediterranean Sea. Abuse the hospital, the police station abusive, illegal items. All abusive. We went to live the families of the NATO soldiers. When they left, the area fell more than total abandonment and became a fief by Francesco Bidognetti all at the same time territory of the Nigerian mafia.
The Nigerians have a powerful Mafia with whom the defendant to Casalesi, their country has become a hub in the international trafficking of cocaine and Nigerian organizations are powerful, able to invest primarily in money transfer, the points through which all World immigrants send money home. Through these, the Nigerian money and control people. Castel Volturno African direct cocaine transit, especially in England. The congestion charges so that the clan requires not only the lace on the retail store, but agreements on a sort of joint venture. Now, however, Nigerians are powerful, powerful. So is the Albanian mafia, by which Casalesi are in the business.
And the clan is gaping, fear of not being recognized as one who commands the first and last in the area. And here are creeping in the indentations of men fishing boat. Albanians kill small fish such as demonstration projects, are the slaughter of Africans - and among these none is from Nigeria - strike the last links of the chain of criminal and ethnic hierarchies. Honest guys die, but as always, in this land, there must be a reason to die. It does not take much to be vilified.
The African boys were killed immediately all "traffickers" as were "Camorra" Reversal Giuseppe and Vincenzo Natale, killed in Villa Literno September 23, 2003 because they were stopped to get a beer near Frank Gallop, member of the clan Bidognetti. They too were soon baptized as criminals.
is not the first time that takes place in those parts a massacre of immigrants. In 1990, Augusto La Torre, boss of Mondragone, left with his loyalists at a time of a bar which, although run by Italians, had become a meeting point for the trafficking of Africans. All took place along the highway always Domitiana in Pescopagano, a few miles north of Castel Volturno, but already in the territory mondragonese. They killed six people, including the operator, and wounded many others. That, too, was the culmination of a series of actions against foreigners, but who also approved of the Casalesi intimidation did not like the massacre. The tower had to collect heavy criticism by Francesco "Sandokan" Schiavone. But now times have changed and allow the exercise of indiscriminate violence to allow a group of armed cocaine.
I call back to my land that has self-image. I ask this in all those groups of men and women who work here in the great silence and are committed. In those few politicians who manage to remain credible, resisting the temptations of collusion or of the withdrawal of combat power of the clan. To all those who are doing their job, to all those who seek to live honestly, as in any other part of the world. To all these people. Which are increasingly but more and more sun.
How do you imagine this land? If it is true, as said by Danilo Dolci, which grows only if each is a dream, you dream about these places as them there? There's never been so much focus on your lands and all that has happened and will happen. Yet it seems to have changed much. The two bosses who rule continue to operate and to be free. Antonio Iovine and Michele Zagaria. Twelve years on the run. Even they know where they are. The first is in San Cipriano d'Aversa, the second Casapesenna. In an area as big as a piece of land, may not be able to find them?
ancient history is that of the wanted fugitives in the world and then found its at home. But now that it is new history have spoken over and over newspapers and television, that politicians of all stripes have promised that they will stop. Meanwhile time passes and nothing happens. And are there. Walk, talk, meet people.
I saw that in my country have appeared written against me. Saviano shit. Saviano worm. And a huge coffin with my name. And then insults, constant denigration from the most common and banal: "What has been done the money." With my job as a writer and now I live, fortunately, pay for my lawyers. What about them? That control their business empires and are building houses pharaonic in countries where there are not even paved roads?
them and for the disposal of toxic wastes are managed in a single operation to collect up to 500 million euro and have padded our land of poison to the point of pushing up to 24% certain cancers, birth defects and up to '84% percent? Real money they generate, according to the Observatory epidemiological Campania, an average of 7172.5 cancer deaths a year in Campania. And to get rich on the misfortunes of this land would be me with my words, or the police and prosecutors, reporters and all others with books or movies or in any other manner continues to complain? How can you create such a reversal of perspectives? How is it possible that even honest people to join this chorus? Although I know my ground in front of all this I am still in disbelief and shock and hurt to the point that even I struggle to find my voice. Why
leads to mute the pain, because the hostility leads to not know who to talk to. So who should I talk to, what I say? How do I say to my country to stop being crushed between the arrogance of the strong and the cowardice of the weak? Today here in this room where the guest of those who protect me, is my birthday. I think of all the birthdays in the past as well, since I cover a little 'nervous, a bit' sad and above only.
I think I can never pass a normal part of my land, I will never put more foot. I regret as a sick man without hope all birthdays neglected, snubbed because it's just any date, and another year there will be an equal. It has now opened a chasm in time and space, a wound that will never heal. And I think as well, and especially those who live in my own condition and did not like me the privilege to write and speak to many.
I think some other friends in the Commons, Raffaele, Rosa, Lirio, Tano, I think of Carmelina, the teacher of Mondragone who had denounced the killer of a Camorra and has since lived under police protection, far away, alone. Left by her boyfriend who was to marry, judged by the friends who feel oppressed by their courage and their mediocrity. Because there was no sympathy for his gesture, indeed, there has been criticism and abandonment. She has just followed a call of his conscience and had to get by with the meager salary that gives the state. What did
Carmelina, what did others like her to have life uprooted and destroyed, while the boss at large continue to be able to live protected and respected in their lands? And I call on my land, what we have left? Tell me. Float? Pretend nothing happened? Trampling scales of cooperative hospitals washed by cleaning them in the tanks to receive the gasoline dispensed from their gas stations? Live in houses built by them, drinking coffee brand from their sets (any brand of coffee be sold in bars must have permission of the clan), cooking in their pots (the clan Tablet managed production and sale of top brands of cookware)?
eat their bread, their cheese, their vegetables? They can vote for politicians who, like the repentant state, you get to the highest national? Working in their shopping malls, built to create jobs and due subjection to the workplace, but in the meantime there is no loss, because most of the shops are they? Are you proud to live in the territory with the largest malls in the world and with one of the highest rates of poverty? Spend time on the premises operated or authorized by them? Sit at the bar near their children, the children of their lawyers, their white-collar? And find them cute and innocent, all in all nice people, because they are basically just guys who are guilty of their fathers.
In fact it is not apportioning blame, but to stop accepting and always be, stop thinking that at least there is order, that at least there is work, and that you do not scratch, do not lift the veil, to continue to go their own way. They just do this and in our land is already in the best of all possible worlds, or maybe not, but certainly in the only possible world.
How much more should we expect? As yet we see the best emigrate and stay resigned? Are you really sure that is fine? That the evenings you spend in court, laughing, arguing, cursing the stench of waste heat, to chat, be enough? You want a simple life, plain, made of small things, while all around you there is a real war, while those who undergo a complaint and talk and lose everything. How did we become so blind? So subservient and resigned, so bent? How is it that only the last of the last, the Africans in Castel Volturno who suffer from exploitation and violence of the Italian mafia and other Africans have been able to pull out once more anger than fear and resignation? Not I believe that South is so rich in talent and strength can only truly be satisfied with that.
Calabria has the lowest GDP of Italy but "something new", that is? Ndrangheta, invoice and more as a whole Italian financial maneuver. Alitalia is in crisis, but Grazzanise, in a territory marked by the Camorra, is to build the largest Italian airport, the largest in the Mediterranean. A land to pay enormous amounts of money to circulate without a shred of real development, and instead of money, profit, cement that has the flavor of the looting, not growth.
I can not believe are able to withstand only a few exceptional individuals. That complaint is now only task of a few individuals, priests, teachers, doctors, the few honest politicians and groups that play the role of civil society. And the rest? The others are good and quiet, stunned by fear? Fear. The more excuses. It feels all right because it is in his name that they defend the family, loved ones, their innocent lives, their sacred right to live and build it.
But no longer afraid it would not be difficult. It would be enough to act, but not by yourself. The fear goes hand in hand with isolation. Every time someone pulls back creates more fear, that creates even more fear, that exponential growth in fixed assets, eroding, slowly ruining.
"You can build happiness of the world on the shoulders of one abused child? "demand Ivan Karamazov to his brother Aljo? a. But you do not want a perfect world, you just want a quiet and simple life, an everyday acceptable, the warmth of a family. be content to think that this puts you away from anxieties and pain. And maybe you can, can you find a dimension where you will find serenity. But at what price?
If your children were born sick or ill, if another When should you turn to a politician in return for his vote will give you a job without which even your little dreams and projects end up in the air, when we will struggle to get a mortgage on your home while the directors of the same Banks will always be available to those in power, when you see this maybe you will realize that there is no shelter, that there is no protected area, and the attitude that you think realistically and wisely disenchanted has polluted the soul of a grievance and resentment that takes away any taste to your life.
Because if this is the sad thing is even more sad is the habit. Getting used that there is nothing else to do but to resign, or make do go away. I call upon my land if I can still imagine to choose from. I ask if you can at least make that first gesture of freedom lies in being able to think differently, to think freely. Do not resign to accept as a natural destiny what is the work of men.
Those men can tear you to your land and your past, take away the serenity, to finding a home, write insults on the walls of your country, can make the desert around you. But they can not eradicate what remains a certainty and, therefore, also remains a hope. That is not right, it is not natural at all, to a territory subject to the rule of violence and exploitation, without limits. And that should not go on like this because it always has been. Although it is not true that everything is always the same, but it's getting worse.
Why the devastation grows in proportion with their business, because it is irreversible as the earth once and for all plague-stricken, because no limits. Because out there are around six killer brutalized and stoned, with a license to kill and do not mandate, that does not stop in front of anyone. Because they are the image and likeness of that which prevails today in this land and what awaits them tomorrow, tomorrow, in the future. We must find the strength to change. Now or never.
Copyright 2008 by Roberto Saviano
Published by arrangement
of Roberto Santachiara Literary Agency
(September 22, 2008)
Friday, September 19, 2008
Pokemon Posters Online
A reason for the campaign you communicate Telecom
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Telecom does not live at all the emergency Alitalia, is not at the barrel of the gas, even in recent years has distributed too generous dividends to its shareholders and very high salaries to their executives. The only thing in common with Alitalia Telecom is the current chief of staff, who for years has managed the human resources Alitalia.
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Someone may ask why Telecom in Italy insist on repeat all the newspapers, on TV and the Web the new slogan of his campaign "to inform you," Gandhi with the protagonist, a blog open to contributions from surfers, rich in ideas and social humanitarian certainly supported by a considerable economic effort.
The reason is very simple and very little humanitarian and social Telecom is committed in Italy these days and since the summer in a confrontation on the issue of the 5,000 union employees that the company wants to make the move and could only be the first tranche of a larger group of employees of which get rid of.
Telecom does not live at all the emergency Alitalia, is not at the barrel of the gas, even in recent years has distributed too generous dividends to its shareholders and very high salaries to their executives. The only thing in common with Alitalia Telecom is the current chief of staff, who for years has managed the human resources Alitalia.
Planning an advertising campaign so massive and so expensive on average, at a time of crisis in advertising, means for Telecom secure a good "news blackout" on the issue redundancies ... as it is happening regularly on mainstream media. Thanks for the news
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Eczema Seems To Be More Impetigo
Who does not know history are condemned to repeat it with shame
The silence, the cold silence has infiltrated into Italy, they are months in which no longer seems possible indignation, and every enormity is ice under a thin blanket of snow, snow indifference. Yesterday we had to see a minister to equate the Republic of Salò and the Resistance, after retort by Napolitano. Resist the U.S. military suddenly had the same value of resisting the Nazis. The day after the televised debate was that "these young men were in good faith." Then, in the name of good faith, it is also proper to commemorate the SS, or Pinochet's death squads. Surely they too believed they were doing well. Does not appoint a secretary who is allowed to pass by nonchalantly in the towel on what was a tragedy of dead, tortured, imprisoned, hanged. But these "little doses of venom "injected into people's minds clouded by massive television do not do anything that we eat more and more memory, a memory, a duty towards those who did not twenty years of pills or alcohol in clubs, but has done shot for Italy, for the true love of this country. The love for our country, in reality, we no longer know what it is. Barely there is the inconvenience of not make ends meet, but then. .. anything. fading And this is the greatest offense and conviction, one day, bitterly to repeat this history from which you have not learned anything. the ghosts will come back, because the Italians love to be led by a dictator. Not forget, and why not win the silence, someone reads some of the last letters of death row inmates Resistance . Workers and peasants, even with the third grade, but went to die for an ideal. 
The silence, the cold silence has infiltrated into Italy, they are months in which no longer seems possible indignation, and every enormity is ice under a thin blanket of snow, snow indifference. Yesterday we had to see a minister to equate the Republic of Salò and the Resistance, after retort by Napolitano. Resist the U.S. military suddenly had the same value of resisting the Nazis. The day after the televised debate was that "these young men were in good faith." Then, in the name of good faith, it is also proper to commemorate the SS, or Pinochet's death squads. Surely they too believed they were doing well. Does not appoint a secretary who is allowed to pass by nonchalantly in the towel on what was a tragedy of dead, tortured, imprisoned, hanged. But these "little doses of venom "injected into people's minds clouded by massive television do not do anything that we eat more and more memory, a memory, a duty towards those who did not twenty years of pills or alcohol in clubs, but has done shot for Italy, for the true love of this country. The love for our country, in reality, we no longer know what it is. Barely there is the inconvenience of not make ends meet, but then. .. anything. fading And this is the greatest offense and conviction, one day, bitterly to repeat this history from which you have not learned anything. the ghosts will come back, because the Italians love to be led by a dictator. Not forget, and why not win the silence, someone reads some of the last letters of death row inmates Resistance . Workers and peasants, even with the third grade, but went to die for an ideal.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Facial Swelling In The Morning
... divide is not a necessity!
Unlike when you die, you can not come alone ... you must learn to divide!
You get to do it right away, crying at first then with more ease ...
... we learn that if you go to you, by choice, you're the one who suffers less and then the first problem you run away like hell ... without any deep feelings, without giving more chance!
so doing make everything provisional ... and this is the sour taste that today the relations between people, no space for those who sgarra, the first hesitation everything collapses ...
There are Fortunately different people, rare, hard to find in life are those who can pay for Love, if you have the chance to meet ... stopped and in love! 
Unlike when you die, you can not come alone ... you must learn to divide!
You get to do it right away, crying at first then with more ease ...
... we learn that if you go to you, by choice, you're the one who suffers less and then the first problem you run away like hell ... without any deep feelings, without giving more chance!
so doing make everything provisional ... and this is the sour taste that today the relations between people, no space for those who sgarra, the first hesitation everything collapses ...
There are Fortunately different people, rare, hard to find in life are those who can pay for Love, if you have the chance to meet ... stopped and in love!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Pokemon Emerald Gameshark Infinite Money
... the earth we throw at us!
One day a farmer's horse fell into a well.
not reported any injury, but could not get out of there with his own forces.
For many hours the animal snorted loudly, desperate, and the farmer thought about what he could do.
Finally, the farmer made a decision cruel thought that the horse was already very old and no longer needed anything, and now even the well was dry and needed to be closed somehow.
So it was not worth wasting energy to pull the horse from the well. Then he called his neighbors to help him bury the horse alive.
Each of them took a shovel and began to throw the earth into the well.
The horse did not take long to realize what they were doing and began to cry desperately.
However, to everyone's surprise, after they had thrown many piles of earth, the horse calmed down.
The farmer looked down the well and saw with surprise that every shovelful of earth fell on his back, the horse shook her, going over the same land that fell at his feet.
Thus, in a short time, everyone saw how the horse was able to reach the mouth of the well, go over the edge and get out of there, trotting happily.
life throws you a lot of land, all land types. Especially if you're already in a well.
The secret is out of this well shake the earth to carry on their shoulders and climb over it.
Each of our problems is a step that brings us to the top. We can leave the holes deeper if we do not give to losers. We use the land that we pull to step up! 
One day a farmer's horse fell into a well.
not reported any injury, but could not get out of there with his own forces.
For many hours the animal snorted loudly, desperate, and the farmer thought about what he could do.
Finally, the farmer made a decision cruel thought that the horse was already very old and no longer needed anything, and now even the well was dry and needed to be closed somehow.
So it was not worth wasting energy to pull the horse from the well. Then he called his neighbors to help him bury the horse alive.
Each of them took a shovel and began to throw the earth into the well.
The horse did not take long to realize what they were doing and began to cry desperately.
However, to everyone's surprise, after they had thrown many piles of earth, the horse calmed down.
The farmer looked down the well and saw with surprise that every shovelful of earth fell on his back, the horse shook her, going over the same land that fell at his feet.
Thus, in a short time, everyone saw how the horse was able to reach the mouth of the well, go over the edge and get out of there, trotting happily.
life throws you a lot of land, all land types. Especially if you're already in a well.
The secret is out of this well shake the earth to carry on their shoulders and climb over it.
Each of our problems is a step that brings us to the top. We can leave the holes deeper if we do not give to losers. We use the land that we pull to step up!
Friday, April 11, 2008
What Canyou Use To Seal Paint
Lapide
The elections are close, even at the doors. The landscape is bleak, it has the smell of waste in Campania, but perhaps this comparison offends.
However you vote, and whatever happens, do not forget that at the cost of sacrifices was liberated Italy and wanted this, now that so many ignorant vulgar dirty and humiliate for their sinister, low interest rates.
For the origins of the song that follows, I thank Wikipedia .
Albert Kesselring, who during the Second World War World was the commander of the armed forces Germanic in Italy at the end of conflict (1947) was tried and sentenced to death for the many murders that the Nazi army had committed under his orders (Ardeatine, Marzabotto massacre, and many others). Later the sentence was turned into a life sentence, but he was released in 1952 for his alleged serious health conditions. This seriousness was undermined by the fact that Kesselring lived another eight years as a free country, where he became almost a cult of neo-Nazi circles in Germany. Back
free Kesselring claimed to be not at all regretted what he had done during the 18 months during which he held the command in Italy and even declared that Italians, for the good according to him they had done, they should erect a monument. In response to these statements Calamandrei Piero wrote the famous inscription "I have, my dear fellow Kesselring ...", the text of which was placed under a plaque to shame the town of Cuneo dedicated to Kesselring, and also posted in the town of Montepulciano, Sant'Agnese in town.
************************************************ ******** I'll
dorm Kesselring
the monument that we think to Italian
but that stone will be built
up to us to decide.
not with stones smoked
of defenseless villages torn from your extermination
not with the earth of the cemeteries where our fellow youths
not rest in peace with the untouched snow in the mountains for two winters
not challenge you with the spring in these valleys
that saw you escape.
But only the silence of the tortured
Harder of every boulder
only with the rock of this covenant between free men
sworn volunteers who flocked to
dignity and not to hate
determined to redeem the shame and terror of world.
On these streets if you want to return us to our seats
end up dead and living people
same commitment neck tightened around the monument that
call now and forever
RESISTANCE 
The elections are close, even at the doors. The landscape is bleak, it has the smell of waste in Campania, but perhaps this comparison offends.
However you vote, and whatever happens, do not forget that at the cost of sacrifices was liberated Italy and wanted this, now that so many ignorant vulgar dirty and humiliate for their sinister, low interest rates.
For the origins of the song that follows, I thank Wikipedia .
Albert Kesselring, who during the Second World War World was the commander of the armed forces Germanic in Italy at the end of conflict (1947) was tried and sentenced to death for the many murders that the Nazi army had committed under his orders (Ardeatine, Marzabotto massacre, and many others). Later the sentence was turned into a life sentence, but he was released in 1952 for his alleged serious health conditions. This seriousness was undermined by the fact that Kesselring lived another eight years as a free country, where he became almost a cult of neo-Nazi circles in Germany. Back
free Kesselring claimed to be not at all regretted what he had done during the 18 months during which he held the command in Italy and even declared that Italians, for the good according to him they had done, they should erect a monument. In response to these statements Calamandrei Piero wrote the famous inscription "I have, my dear fellow Kesselring ...", the text of which was placed under a plaque to shame the town of Cuneo dedicated to Kesselring, and also posted in the town of Montepulciano, Sant'Agnese in town.
************************************************ ******** I'll
dorm Kesselring
the monument that we think to Italian
but that stone will be built
up to us to decide.
not with stones smoked
of defenseless villages torn from your extermination
not with the earth of the cemeteries where our fellow youths
not rest in peace with the untouched snow in the mountains for two winters
not challenge you with the spring in these valleys
that saw you escape.
But only the silence of the tortured
Harder of every boulder
only with the rock of this covenant between free men
sworn volunteers who flocked to
dignity and not to hate
determined to redeem the shame and terror of world.
On these streets if you want to return us to our seats
end up dead and living people
same commitment neck tightened around the monument that
call now and forever
RESISTANCE
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Things To Say Wedding Card
... only by chance
I stumbled, by chance, in my more great emotional loss, I was almost able to forget, met by chance in a place unknown to both.
Many things have changed since then ... since I chose that we could not destroy our families for a passenger, perhaps love, above all things have changed in you now own!
We saw from a distance as we approached we can approach the end of life, a few meters of each other we stopped crying ... both!
A long we have not found the courage to touch us, we looked at while the rest had been silenced, She has spoken for the first " really you, 'I said no, since I was no longer, for six years, I had less than Lei
as we move, distant, to a bench, smiling, asked me if I remembered it again, I could not answer, I hold back my tears, no crying, down rhythmically.
Seated, smell her perfume vanish, the same that I had given her for fun, challenging it on the fact that her husband would never have noticed he had changed his fragrance.
And so it was, they remember the children, ... now they only live mainly with her maternal grandmother, she started a new job that often leads away from home, but the parts with sufficient economic security.
colors with which she was dressed, the reflection of his newfound zest for life, the desired freedom and the last time we had seen was on my boat, with all "our" boys who embark on an unlikely fishing and her husband, who never boasted nautical experience demonstrated by the facts, you are a black suit and white leather sadly, even the colorful sarong could give color to that darkened interior of the time, only her eyes looked beyond.
Yes, that was the last time we met, I wanted to invite his family for a vacation ... we worked together for two years, every day together, a visceral love, constrained by respect for our Children the Families, a love never worn as it can be only one eternal.
... But now that day because he was there?
I have often wondered why it happened that we met again, those who wished me all this, give me this great grief.
I had to return home the same evening, I was badly dressed and with all the baggage unusable, however I was returning from a trip of several days and parts, due to bad weather, were sold out, then I should not even pass by that town, because I've never been to stop right there.
I also asked her why they were there, that day, was unable to answer me, maybe it was not true that we were there and that is why we had not even touched, for fear of realizing that was only an illusion ... and then, because all that silence!
I told her I was dying fast, do not resist the idea of \u200b\u200bher magazine, which were breaking down all my defenses crazy ...
I grabbed his hand, stringendosela face, looking into my eyes told me that she was dying, he had given up six years ago to live and not my fault I had forgiven him, odiandomi as hard as possible.
hugged me, sobbing, suddenly the world has begun to turn, sounds and voices were audible again, now I feel alive again, her perfume, her skin was there, I was enjoying ... was not a dream!
We have suspended our lives, that place has given us life, and since then we have not revised, I write every day so you me, I am sure that the hand that led us there, will redo it soon ... the reason for living is also this, wait for the arrival of the right time!
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... eye contact
If being in love means looking in the same direction and not look in the eyes, or other fine phrases that indicate something different than usual, I have never been in love ...
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... the scent of the Soul
Maybe Profumo our soul and if ever we feel it together, even for a moment.
I live for you, a moment of extraordinary emotional complicity and I do not even realize that they are one hundred days you do not see it, a bit 'unless you feel, however much time away.
not I can assess the chance that I could speak to someone in my huge void, lucky to be free, not emotionally blackmail if I cry a love unrequited.
What I say will not be used against me in the first step in an emotional ... priceless!
I can not even put this feeling, whoever can tell me what is the word that best sums it up.
I know is that I feel a bit 'with you to heal our wounds with a few "guilty" laughter, many hugs and tenderness with the healing serenity of not paying the consequences of an affect fair.
I would scream to the world that exist at the same time whispering to me that's not true, not to change things.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Witty Wedding Telegram Greetings
open letter to President Prodi Franca Rame
Carry this letter, which I think embodies the sentiment of many.
for sources the blog I want to get off Corrias, Gomez and Labor and to Franca Rame.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::
February 8, 2008, Rome
Dear President Prodi,
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I can not live without: I ask you a question regarding a major moral issue which I should be obliged to respond. Are days with great malaise and melancholy, I find myself thinking alone on the sequence of events, trying to reconstruct how we have come to this catastrophic situation. To understand something we have to start from the beginning of history, review the salient steps of the XV legislature.
I remember we went to the polls in those who feel the duty to avert the risk of a new Berlusconi government, and with him all his shameful laws and the rosary of disasters that has imposed its own benefit. Taking honest loyal and capable, voters were confident in achieving at least a good part of the 280 pages of the Union's program, already on page 18 where we talk about conflict of interests ¹.
This was not a vague promise but a sacred commitment that it was meeting with his constituents. Strongly reaffirmed a commitment immediately after the election victory, and first to wear the Chairman of the Council of Ministers. It is past time, almost two years, but only a part of this program saw the light. Moreover, the most pressing problems has not even started a debate, rather they are recognized as one does with the annoying questions. Why? From what has caused this 'provision' of the many problems? I refuse absolutely to be regarded as juggler from Porta a Porta, which contracts with the Italians and then laughs at their expense. I fear rather that you have not been able to meet its program because of someone Coalition of the Left, or rather the left-center was not right. Your wrong
President, allow me the courage and I'm sorry, that was not to report immediately, publicly, the difficulties they came to visit, at the cost of going on television and, unified networks, reveal the situation with a speech like this: "I appeal to you, I have elected democratic citizens are certain that your President would keep the promises made during the election campaign. Promises that was my highest intention to implement, but unfortunately I was prevented. I'm at the Palazzo Chigi, yes, but in a good condition that could be called a 'limited freedom'. My keepers are those who do not like change substantial. They yearn for armchairs rather, privileges and business. Here are the names ... "and had to make a real names, Mr President! I think, Mr. President, more than once has really thought to give breath to this complaint, but the sense of responsibility and the fear of a negative future the country have prevented him.
But at this point, you can not if they go with an approval rating that does not deserve, as does not deserve that confidence and prove to your sense of humor person. How many times was insulted, despised and deeply offended?
No, he can not go this way, between the coarse jokes of many peasants who, alas, will be with us in future years. I respect too much to accept.
Dear President, you have a duty, an obligation to regain credibility and consideration it deserves. There is only one way to go, though tiring. But due to the country: outside the names of those who made it impossible to accomplish their goals and notched especially subtle blackmail with which he was induced to sink the essential parts of the program. E 'is essential that your voters are aware of any pressure that has had to adapt and give up. We need to know what are the ladies that, both in Parliament and the Government have done physically fundamental opposition to the implementation of measures for change in our country.
is a right belongs to us. And you, Professor Prodi, the EC has this act. Not only to honor our loyalty but also His. His silence is surely a gesture of fair play towards his opponents, but that will leave us in their hands! About The
that imposed disproportionate number of under-secretaries, ministers without portfolio and with your portfolio?
who has opposed lowering the costs of politics? About
blocked, in fact, the most severe application of the reform on safety at work?
Who are the people that have thwarted the realization of what?
who wanted the shame of the pardon three years?
Who pulled the jacket to bring groped out a gag-law on wiretapping?
who wanted the Inspector De Gennaro in Naples, the super-cop of any good memory for the management of waste?
Who has put across to stop the taxation of financial income?
who prevented a serious debate on foreign missions? And based on Vicenza?
who made them swallow the acceptance of that commitment halter?
All His only choices?
But who can believe?!
As Socrates said: "Only by reversing the tunica lisa you can clearly read the story of the wearer."
So it would be really helpful if you explain publicly to all Italian citizens the real reasons which led first to daily wear and then to the fall of the government headed by you. It can not silence the real reasons of the crisis, otherwise it would allow those who have deliberately undermined his government, can quite happily continue to break down any serious attempt to change the situation of severe degradation, political, economic and social, in our country.
And I mean not only well-organized opposition to liability (this is the job of the conservative pole) but rather the betrayal implemented by elements of the government in cahoots with ambiguous wheeler. If you do not accept, once and for all, the political courage to make things clear, we will as always to spin dell'ignavia in the circle, from which it never will quit. The signs of this turbulent climate, which eventually led us to the debacle, there had appeared obvious from the beginning of this term: the first day in the Senate, when we had to elect the President.
Please note the three blank votes go? Three votes! Three times your senators, the wrong name or last name: Franco Marini (the chosen) with Ignazio Marino with the addition of blank ballots. In short, the numbers were not there. The meeting ended late at night with nothing. When news senator, asked: "What's going on? How can these things are wrong? It is not difficult", I will say, "Someone of our coalition sends messages: requests the President of the Council. They want something, they're knocking and waiting for response as three seven! Until they have obtained, no president. "" I understand! "I exclaimed. It 's a game to blackmail! My God, where have happened?! E' this policy?"
If it gives me so much I wondered how many phone calls in code has been received, President, and pressures, and messages: "I give, you give me, we support you, you favor us. How many secretaries are willing to settle? Many ministries and what favors? ". In short, the usual dance farce with doors, gates and portals that open and close in time and inconvenience. Temo that everything that has happened before my astonished eyes of a neophyte in these 23 months has been repeated catchphrase: "O my favor or I will not and you stumble and go down flat on the ground.
The match ended in agreement.
And what do we do? We go to sad not to have reacted with alacrity all'andazzo of gain time in hopes of arranging every situation? I do not think you can reinstall from buried. I know it's hard, but this is the time not to accept passively, without a moment of pride, of being thrown into the landfill of political and especially now Refuses to denounce the responsibilities of the coalition has rowed against dragging the country to ruin this, and avoid blame bad luck that always laughs in the bottom of the story.
Now it's "only" President. And 'your time. She must finally speak. Should give a decisive answer to the question that many say the "Why did not respond to blackmail charges now? Why has not engaged with all its forces and conflict of interest laws and shame?".
look forward to time a response.
Yours sincerely, Franca Rame
Carry this letter, which I think embodies the sentiment of many.
for sources the blog I want to get off Corrias, Gomez and Labor and to Franca Rame.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::
February 8, 2008, Rome
Dear President Prodi,
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I can not live without: I ask you a question regarding a major moral issue which I should be obliged to respond. Are days with great malaise and melancholy, I find myself thinking alone on the sequence of events, trying to reconstruct how we have come to this catastrophic situation. To understand something we have to start from the beginning of history, review the salient steps of the XV legislature.
I remember we went to the polls in those who feel the duty to avert the risk of a new Berlusconi government, and with him all his shameful laws and the rosary of disasters that has imposed its own benefit. Taking honest loyal and capable, voters were confident in achieving at least a good part of the 280 pages of the Union's program, already on page 18 where we talk about conflict of interests ¹.
This was not a vague promise but a sacred commitment that it was meeting with his constituents. Strongly reaffirmed a commitment immediately after the election victory, and first to wear the Chairman of the Council of Ministers. It is past time, almost two years, but only a part of this program saw the light. Moreover, the most pressing problems has not even started a debate, rather they are recognized as one does with the annoying questions. Why? From what has caused this 'provision' of the many problems? I refuse absolutely to be regarded as juggler from Porta a Porta, which contracts with the Italians and then laughs at their expense. I fear rather that you have not been able to meet its program because of someone Coalition of the Left, or rather the left-center was not right. Your wrong
President, allow me the courage and I'm sorry, that was not to report immediately, publicly, the difficulties they came to visit, at the cost of going on television and, unified networks, reveal the situation with a speech like this: "I appeal to you, I have elected democratic citizens are certain that your President would keep the promises made during the election campaign. Promises that was my highest intention to implement, but unfortunately I was prevented. I'm at the Palazzo Chigi, yes, but in a good condition that could be called a 'limited freedom'. My keepers are those who do not like change substantial. They yearn for armchairs rather, privileges and business. Here are the names ... "and had to make a real names, Mr President! I think, Mr. President, more than once has really thought to give breath to this complaint, but the sense of responsibility and the fear of a negative future the country have prevented him.
But at this point, you can not if they go with an approval rating that does not deserve, as does not deserve that confidence and prove to your sense of humor person. How many times was insulted, despised and deeply offended?
No, he can not go this way, between the coarse jokes of many peasants who, alas, will be with us in future years. I respect too much to accept.
Dear President, you have a duty, an obligation to regain credibility and consideration it deserves. There is only one way to go, though tiring. But due to the country: outside the names of those who made it impossible to accomplish their goals and notched especially subtle blackmail with which he was induced to sink the essential parts of the program. E 'is essential that your voters are aware of any pressure that has had to adapt and give up. We need to know what are the ladies that, both in Parliament and the Government have done physically fundamental opposition to the implementation of measures for change in our country.
is a right belongs to us. And you, Professor Prodi, the EC has this act. Not only to honor our loyalty but also His. His silence is surely a gesture of fair play towards his opponents, but that will leave us in their hands! About The
that imposed disproportionate number of under-secretaries, ministers without portfolio and with your portfolio?
who has opposed lowering the costs of politics? About
blocked, in fact, the most severe application of the reform on safety at work?
Who are the people that have thwarted the realization of what?
who wanted the shame of the pardon three years?
Who pulled the jacket to bring groped out a gag-law on wiretapping?
who wanted the Inspector De Gennaro in Naples, the super-cop of any good memory for the management of waste?
Who has put across to stop the taxation of financial income?
who prevented a serious debate on foreign missions? And based on Vicenza?
who made them swallow the acceptance of that commitment halter?
All His only choices?
But who can believe?!
As Socrates said: "Only by reversing the tunica lisa you can clearly read the story of the wearer."
So it would be really helpful if you explain publicly to all Italian citizens the real reasons which led first to daily wear and then to the fall of the government headed by you. It can not silence the real reasons of the crisis, otherwise it would allow those who have deliberately undermined his government, can quite happily continue to break down any serious attempt to change the situation of severe degradation, political, economic and social, in our country.
And I mean not only well-organized opposition to liability (this is the job of the conservative pole) but rather the betrayal implemented by elements of the government in cahoots with ambiguous wheeler. If you do not accept, once and for all, the political courage to make things clear, we will as always to spin dell'ignavia in the circle, from which it never will quit. The signs of this turbulent climate, which eventually led us to the debacle, there had appeared obvious from the beginning of this term: the first day in the Senate, when we had to elect the President.
Please note the three blank votes go? Three votes! Three times your senators, the wrong name or last name: Franco Marini (the chosen) with Ignazio Marino with the addition of blank ballots. In short, the numbers were not there. The meeting ended late at night with nothing. When news senator, asked: "What's going on? How can these things are wrong? It is not difficult", I will say, "Someone of our coalition sends messages: requests the President of the Council. They want something, they're knocking and waiting for response as three seven! Until they have obtained, no president. "" I understand! "I exclaimed. It 's a game to blackmail! My God, where have happened?! E' this policy?"
If it gives me so much I wondered how many phone calls in code has been received, President, and pressures, and messages: "I give, you give me, we support you, you favor us. How many secretaries are willing to settle? Many ministries and what favors? ". In short, the usual dance farce with doors, gates and portals that open and close in time and inconvenience. Temo that everything that has happened before my astonished eyes of a neophyte in these 23 months has been repeated catchphrase: "O my favor or I will not and you stumble and go down flat on the ground.
The match ended in agreement.
And what do we do? We go to sad not to have reacted with alacrity all'andazzo of gain time in hopes of arranging every situation? I do not think you can reinstall from buried. I know it's hard, but this is the time not to accept passively, without a moment of pride, of being thrown into the landfill of political and especially now Refuses to denounce the responsibilities of the coalition has rowed against dragging the country to ruin this, and avoid blame bad luck that always laughs in the bottom of the story.
Now it's "only" President. And 'your time. She must finally speak. Should give a decisive answer to the question that many say the "Why did not respond to blackmail charges now? Why has not engaged with all its forces and conflict of interest laws and shame?".
look forward to time a response.
Yours sincerely, Franca Rame
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Honey Bee Farming Bangalore
In a face that looks like ... I travel in the Constitution
Friday February 1, Rai Due stage forwarded In a face that resembles ... travel in the Constitution. Finally, a true glimpse of TV and high-commitment: a performance that goes beyond the theater, a hypertext that demonstrated his versatility even under a system of great performers: Monica Guerritore, Umberto Orsini, Massimo Popolizio, and before that Cortellesi Paola and Luca Zingaretti.
Discussing about the Constitution means taking a trip to the sources of liberalism and democracy, knowing that the journey is a fundamental experience of modern politics: just think of the journey in Tocqueville's American institutions or to the election of De Sanctis or trip motorcycle of the young Ernesto Guevara, to say nothing of the journey election Günther Grass, the result of Willy Brandt in Germany and the Cold War Ostpolitik. And also Carlo Levi, with his going to town and campaigns, through the "thousand homelands" of the peninsula, to find "in the appearance of Italy, not only the infinite reality special, the countless individual lives and the fabric of existence, but all the memory in a face that resembles Carry
...". So the discourse on the Constitution of Calamandrei, which have been reported in the show a lot of songs. I thank the site for sources of 'cultural association The third island, which has contributed to the show.
You can watch the video of the show on the site of Rai.
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Friday February 1, Rai Due stage forwarded In a face that resembles ... travel in the Constitution. Finally, a true glimpse of TV and high-commitment: a performance that goes beyond the theater, a hypertext that demonstrated his versatility even under a system of great performers: Monica Guerritore, Umberto Orsini, Massimo Popolizio, and before that Cortellesi Paola and Luca Zingaretti.
Discussing about the Constitution means taking a trip to the sources of liberalism and democracy, knowing that the journey is a fundamental experience of modern politics: just think of the journey in Tocqueville's American institutions or to the election of De Sanctis or trip motorcycle of the young Ernesto Guevara, to say nothing of the journey election Günther Grass, the result of Willy Brandt in Germany and the Cold War Ostpolitik. And also Carlo Levi, with his going to town and campaigns, through the "thousand homelands" of the peninsula, to find "in the appearance of Italy, not only the infinite reality special, the countless individual lives and the fabric of existence, but all the memory in a face that resembles Carry
...". So the discourse on the Constitution of Calamandrei, which have been reported in the show a lot of songs. I thank the site for sources of 'cultural association The third island, which has contributed to the show.
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Calamandrei Piero (1889-1956), student speech in Milan (1955)
The Constitution is not a machine that once set in motion goes without saying. The Constitution is a piece of paper, dropped it and does not move, why move must lose every day in the fuel must be put in the commitment, spirit, the will to keep these promises, his responsibility. That is one of the offenses that are made to the Constitution is indifferent to politics. It's a little 'a disease of young indifference. "Politics is a bad thing. What I care policy? ". When I listen to this speech, I am always reminded of that old little story that someone you know: two of those emigrants, two peasants who crossed the ocean on a rickety ship. One of these farmers slept in the hold and the other was on the bridge and noticed that there was a large storm with high waves, the ship rocked. So this farmer ipaurito application to a sailor: "But we are in danger?" And that says: "If this continues the sea in half an hour the ship sank." Then he runs into the hold to Sveg mate. He says, "Beppe, Beppe, Beppe, if it continues this sea the ship sinks. " What he says: "What do I care? Unn'è mica mine. " This indifference to politics.
is so beautiful, so comfortable! is not it? is so comfortable! The freedom is there, you live in climate of freedom. There's other things to do that interested in politics! Eh, I also know there are ... The world is so beautiful right? There are many beautiful things to see and enjoy, as well as deal with the politics! And politics is not a pleasant thing. But freedom is like air. You realize what it's worth when it begins to fail, when you hear that sense of asphyxiation men of my generation have felt for twenty years and I hope you'll never hear of young people.
And I hope you will not find you never feel this sense of anxiety, because you hope you manage to create the conditions for this sense of anxiety do not have to prove anything, every day reminding you that freedom must be vigilant, to watch giving its contribution to political life ...
So you young people to the Constitution must give your spirit, your youth, live it, feel it as your own, put in your spirit, civic awareness, to realize (this is one of the joys of life) to realize that none of us in the world is not alone, is not just that we in addition, that we are part of a whole, a whole within the limits of Italy and the world. Now I have little else to say. In the Constitution there is in all our history, all our past, all our pains, our troubles, our joys. They're all here resulted in these articles, and to understand sepere behind these articles you hear voices far ...
And when I read in art. 2: "the performance of mandatory duties of political solidarity, economic, social," or when I read in art. 11: "Italy repudiates war as an instrument of aggression against the freedom of other peoples', the Italian homeland in the midst of other homelands ... but this is Mazzini! this is the voice of Mazzini!
Or when I read in art. 8: "All religions are equally free before the law," but this is Cavour!
Or when I read in art. 5: "The Repubbllica one and indivisible, recognizes and promotes local autonomy," but this is Cattaneo! Or when
art. I read about 52 of the armed forces, "the ordering of the armed forces on the democratic spirit of the Republic," army of people, but this is Garibaldi!
And when I read in art. 27: "It is not permitted the death penalty," but this is Beccaria! Great voices distant, large names away ...
But there are also humble names, recent entries! How much blood, how much pain to get to this constitution! Behind every article of this Constitution, or young, you have to see young people like you who fell in battle, shot, hanged, tortured, starved to death in concentration camps, died in Russia, died in Africa, died on the streets of Milan, for streets of Florence, cha gave their lives for freedom and justice could be written on this cartr. So when I told you that this is a dead paper, no, not a dead paper, is a testament is a testament of a hundred thousand deaths.
If you want to go on pilgrimage to the place where she was born our Constitution, go to the partisans in the mountains where they fell, in prisons where they were imprisoned in camps where they were hanged. Wherever an Italian died to redeem the freedom and dignity, or young people go there, thinking, why they came to our Constitution.
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