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Wednesday 11 December 2019

Why everyone is called nguyen- go with VIETNAM (14) - CLAUDIO'S TRIP


Just arrived in the ancient capital of Vietnam that is called Huè, I buy a T-shirt for my friend Elena who, being from Naples, and being a frequent user of the exclamation uè, will certainly appreciate. Vietnamese is a strange language. It used to use Chinese ideograms, a legacy of Chinese domination. But little by little, thanks to the work of a Jesuit missionary, Alexander de Rhodes, during the French domination, switched to Latin letters that had the advantage of representing the actual pronunciation. The Vietnamese added a series of accents, apostrophes, coupons and various markers to vary the tones. The result is that we Italians listen to words that we do not understand but sometimes we believe to understand. The forbidden words are monosyllabic. So there are no accents like ours that make words slippery, squishy, truncated and flat. So for Vietnamese it is difficult, when they learn Italian, do not miss it. Luna, our guide, speaks Italian well but does not get an accent. Dice “ètnia” e “andàvamo” e “passeggiàno” e noi, che siamo ipocriti ma cafoni, facciamo finta di non ridere ma ridiamo dentro.


Huè, I was just saying. The Nguyen dynasty, thirteen emperors who ruled Vietnam from 1802 to 1945, chose it as the capital and fortified it with walls and moats. Because, let’s face it, the Vietnamese were fighting hard, and all they did was beat the crap out of each other, as well as fighting the enemies outside. The emperors of the various dynasties also changed the names of those who called themselves like the previous kings and renamed them with their own. The Nguyens were no less: they killed more Ho who could and gave many privileges to those who called themselves Nguyen or who decided to take their last name. So if at that time you met a friend named Ho and said hello to him, “Good morning Mr Ho”, he replied, “Mr Ho tell your sister, my name is Mr Nguyen”. Then the French added that, wanting to make a census, they decided that they called themselves Nguyen all those who were so poor that they did not even have the surname. That’s how the Nguyens grew out of all proportion and today they are about 40 million and represent the fourth most common surname in the world. How do they distinguish one from the other? Simple. They give themselves another name, called middle name, which stands between the surname and the first name. Something like this has happened in my original village, in Luserna, where all are called nicolussi, but they have also given themselves another name. One year the town council of luserna was composed of twenty nicolussi. And think of the casino of the class appeal: “nicolussi”“Presente”“nicolussi”; “Presente”; “nicolussi”; “””; ”Presente””“”””“”””””” “nicolussi is absent lady teacher” And think of the radio chronicle of a game if the Luserna was a football team. “nicolussi passes the nicolussi ball
But weren’t we talking about Huè? So, we visit the beautiful citadel. An hour and a half between temples and pagodas and buddha and monuments. And then the afternoon visit of the tomb of the Emperor Tu Duc. To see it written so seems easy. But our guide, Luna, pronounces it td and every time it seems to have hiccups with that accent on“d”. Tu Duc built the tomb before he died. And it was so beautiful that he decided to live there. It was practically a royal palace. We now know where Berlusconi was inspired. Tu Duc broke relations with European countries and being devoted to Confucius persecuted Christians killing many missionaries. It was his mistake that gave impetus to French colonization. On the stele of his tomb Tu Duc made the Vietnamese people write his apologies for not being able to defend him.

But there’s a mystery. Where’s his body? Moon shows us a vast area where he might be. But not the exact spot. Because a vice that the dynasties had, Luna tells us, was to desecrate the tombs and make the bodies of those who had preceded them disappear. So Tu Duc ordered to hire 50 diggers, bury the body in a place known only to them, and then eventually kill them all 50. What people these Vietnamese.

Sunday 8 December 2019

CLAUDIO'S TRIP - go with the vietnam (13)


The Vietcong were ghosts, shadows. When they ran away they disappeared into thin air. Suddenly. When they attacked they suddenly appeared. Out of nowhere, materializing without the Americans understanding how they did it. Technique bite and flee. The Americans knew that their shelters were underground, but they never imagined that the tunnels would extend for hundreds of kilometers. Real underground cities, with hospitals, canteens, kitchens, tailors, mechanical workshops, air vents, water wells, armories, often dug just under the enemy barracks, at eight ten meters of depth. Near Saigon, in Cu Chi, the Vietcong had dug 280 kilometers of tunnels but the Americans could not find the entrances and, when they found them, they were trapped in terrible and cruel pitfalls. They started using dogs. But the Vietcong scattered pieces of American soldiers' uniforms, and the dogs got disoriented and went back to look for their masters. The Vietcong engineers were really ingenious and clever. The chimneys to let out the kitchen smoke were long enough to dissipate it and make it look like fog. The vents were hidden in old termite mounds. The network of the tunnels was immense, the Vietcong themselves needed guides to move and not get lost, crawling along stairs and underground paths without missing a fork.




In Cu Chi we were there and we saw and even visited the galleries, with some difficulty due to the fact that they were adapted to the measurements of the Vietnamese. Cu Chi is a kind of open-air museum. Traps, hiding places, galleries, weapons, cannons, enemy tanks are available. Tourists are invited to do Viet Cong, to descend into the wells, to crawl into the tunnels, and, in the end, also to shoot with the rifles of the time in a polygon where the targets, fortunately, are not human silhouettes but of animals. There is also a souvenir photo, posing among statues of Vietcong on a human scale, as if taking part in a council of war. Of course, there is also a restaurant, a bar and a shopping center where you can buy small carrarmatini turned into snow balls like the tower of Pisa and even real bullets turned into a key chain. This is of course interesting from the point of view of documentation. But a little bit of dubious taste if we think we’re remembering a war that has killed millions. And how six visitors of Dachau were invited to simulate the gas chambers or to lie down in the bunk beds of the poor inmates. Or in Dresden they made a show of sounds and lights simulating a bombing. Cu Chi is practically Disneywar.


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Saturday 7 December 2019

VIA COL VIETNAM (12) - l’unforgettable Annhien - Claudio's trip





Moving and touching episode of our trip to Vietnam. But first I have to tell you something about the travel solidarity agency 
- Viaggi Solidali -that organized the whole thing. I’ve already gone with them to Zambia, Mali and Argentina. Their destinations are always very interesting and their programs are always very attentive to the social aspect before that of tourism. Travelling with them gives you a real idea of the country beyond stereotypes. With Travel Solidarity I visited missions, projects of development of local realities. I ate on the floor of the houses where kids who had drug problems lived. I slept and ate in communities created by brave priests or volunteers to various ong.




Travel solidarity is not an commercial agency. Its peculiarity is in what they show you. In Vietnam, for example, we spent more time in the rice paddies and farmers' gardens in the northern mountains than in the elegant skyscrapers of the south. Moreover, in the total amount to be paid there is always a share to be allocated to a solidarity project. For Vietnam the fee was 70 euros per person to be paid to an orphanage in Huè led by Buddhist nuns. And so we went to visit the 150 children and the head nun by the impossible name, tich Nu Minh Tu. We ate with them, we cuddled the little ones, we picked up Annhien, Nam, and they smiled at us and didn’t want to give up and they wanted to keep playing with their little fingers on the ipad and they sang their little songs. It was an oasis of serenity and joy in the middle of the journey. We got back on the bus taking their smiles with us and couldn’t take away the little Vietnamese.


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I know you wanted to see the pictures. But it was impossible for me. As soon as I return to Italy I promise to repair.
Claudio

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my previous posts:


https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-1.html


https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-vietnam-2345.html

Friday 6 December 2019

on the fiery arrow of the south - VIA COL VIETNAM (11) - CLAUDIO'S TRIP





To leave the deep north and proceed to the south we chose the means you least expect: the berths. We boarded a night train at Hanoi station and after only 13 hours we arrived in Central Vietnam, on the side of that 17 parallel which divided the North for so long from the South, in the city of hué, ancient capital of Vietnam where the emperors of the Nguyen dynasty ruled for 143 years (thirteen emperors) in their splendid Imperial City. Train travel should not be included in the category of memorable experiences.



But I got away with sleeping and limiting my outings to the bare minimum. As did the other three females of the expedition. But the train was one of those who do not make silence their main characteristic. If you think of the verb rattling, you know, you understand the situation. Vibrations and decibels in freedom are the words that best identify that convoy. We got away playing two games of burraco but in the end we went to the cot, practically clothes and with wide use of earplugs and Tavor. I dreamed all night long of my unique experience of Asian trains, the incredibly fast and silent Japanese shinkansen. But you can’t have everything in life. Annalia says she hasn’t slept a minute, but then she has to tell us that she snored in her lower-left bunk. He also snored the top right bunk, the one occupied by Barbara. The only one who seems not to have snored is me who normally snores. But the noise of the rattling serpent that ran without haste the only track between the Vietnamese rice fields covered everything.




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Claudio's trip - The Neandertal mattress - VIA COL VIETNAM (10)





According to Annalia the man is not made to sleep on the floor. In fact God, in his infinite goodness, did not give birth in North Vietnam (with the tiny, I recommend). In North Vietnam (but also in many other places in the world) people currently eat on the floor and sleep on the floor at most on a thin layer of fabric (say a futon). For Annalia the mattress is proof of the man’s superiority over the animal. For Annalia as soon as the Neanderthal man got up on two legs he immediately ran to Eminflex to buy a Memory mattress.




For Annalia the man is sapiens not because he developed the brain but because he dedicated special care to the spine. Annalia claims that mattress graphites were found in the altamira caves and designs of Permaflex spring mattresses in the grave of nefertiti. In a nutshell Annalia when there is the futon takes three and puts them one on the other. But she does not sleep the same. Not for the discomfort but for the nervous. And also to ruin the day by trying to create a guilt complex since we sleep like rocks. The houses of the North Vietnamese are very large, wooden, on stilts (but without water below). On the ground floor there is room for scooters, agricultural machinery, stretches of corn, various merchandise. On the first floor, under a roof of palm leaves and bamboo canes, a single large open space where you eat, live, sleep. The most modern houses also have a concrete part with kitchen and bathroom. The maximum privacy at night is ensured by curtains and mosquito nets. No wardrobes, no bedside tables, no tables. Clothes are hung on tight ropes between a bamboo and the other. On the one hand dry clothes and on the other wet clothes that take days to dry due to the humidity. The mosquito nets: we used them but sincerely you could do to me. I have not seen any mosquito, at most some, very few flies. I deduced that it was the mattresses that drew them. Annalia was not convinced by the theory.



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https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam-6.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam-7.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam.html

https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/12/claudios-trip-we-danced-ethnic-dances.html


https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/12/when-man-with-scooter-meets-man-with.html

Wednesday 4 December 2019

when a man with a scooter meets a man with a truck…- GO WITH VIETNAM (9) - Caludio's trip



in Hanoi there are 9 million inhabitants and 6 million mopeds. The same percentage applies to all of Vietnam. Imagine the traffic. Scooters go all the way, they run the sidewalks, they go backwards, they run the red light, they park in bars and hotel halls, they honk the horn all the time. The scooters are the soundtrack of Hanoi.


The moped is the king of Vietnam, a’improper weapon, a tool that makes invincible, the only way to circulate (you might say) for Hanoi. Some use helmets, others do not. There are also taxi scooters (cramps) that allow you to arrive on time. You can do anything with mopeds. I’ve seen a few scooters with only one passenger, many with two passengers, and also several with three and even four passengers. The scooter is an art, a science, to drive it requires a special skill and in fact a special license is required because that of the car is not enough. Everyone can drive a car. Motorcycle drivers must be able to get out of a traffic jam alive, they must be able to cut through the crowd without killing anyone, they must be able to run you over without hurting you. If a pedestrian is on the same route as a moped, he should know that the moped will not change its course by one degree. When the truck man meets the man on the scooter, the truck man is a dead man. I saw scooters on the passenger’s seat had a pig destined for slaughter. I saw a bricklayer driving with one hand because with the other he carried a ladder (around he had made the void). I saw a moped with a husband, wife and three goats. I saw scooters made invisible under a huge load of parcels (in the city) or palm leaves to build roofs (in the countryside). Buffalo no, buffalo on the scooter I have not seen any. The buffalo of Vietnam are smart. On a scooter they would never get on.


my previous posts with Claudio's trip:

https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-1.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-vietnam-2345.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam-6.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam-7.html



https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/11/claudios-trip-go-with-vietnam.html

https://free-libbberamente.blogspot.com/2019/12/claudios-trip-we-danced-ethnic-dances.html




Monday 2 December 2019

The Lost Art of Conversation: A Pink Floyd Podcas










why dreams in novels bore us



Guido vitiello, researcher and essayist

2 December 2019 

Dear bibliopathologist,

when in a novel I find the story of a dream, I jump to even. What a bore those useless digressions that add nothing to the narrative! And when I find that I have devoted time to a dream, because the witty writer only reveals it at the end, I get angry

– Giulia


Dear Julia,

I’ve read the interpretation of Freud’s dreams, bypassing as much as possible the descriptions of patients' dreams. Reckless, right? The fact is, other people’s dreams are boring. But to understand what makes us allergic to the dreams told in the books, we start by asking ourselves why they are so frustrating in so-called real life, when it is a friend who tells them. In the morning it comes to us all radiant, eyes still lost in the hesitant light of the sleeper, as if he had just visited a wonderful country. This is, in fact: he experienced a place truer than the real one, which appeared to him in very vivid colours, and he quivers to put us apart. Yet the moment he begins to describe it is the crossroads from which two disappointments diverge: his, who cannot find the right words and who, in the effort to unravel it, almost loses the thread of the dream within himself; ours, that we expected a fairy tale and gradually we find ourselves faced with an uneven tangle of incongruous words, illogical connections, abstruse images.


What lies between his disappointment and ours? Literature, in fact. That is the art of making vivid for others a vision that has dominated our minds. This is why I am better disposed towards the dreams told in novels than towards the dream materials collected by psychoanalysts.


If life is a dream, we read on Strindberg Island of the Dead, then theatre is the dream of a dream. Literature is the same. But we do not ask writers to tell us the dreams so that they seem like dreams, pushing us even further into the grey skies of abstraction; rather, we expect them to tell us so that they seem true, that’s how that friend couldn’t do it. It will not be an accident if the only exciting dreams we encounter in novels are those who do nothing to resemble the miserable dreamlike debris that we get toghether at awakening, but rather sound like novels in the novel; those dreams, that is, where the literary artifice– the somnium fictum– multiplies the intensity instead of attenuating it. Try comparing the dream of Hans castorp in the Enchanted Mountain, with the hags tearing a child to shreds in a temple, to any exercise in surrealist dreamlike transcription, and you’ll see what I mean.



But here, of course, my tastes speak, indeed my taste. If you want to cultivate your own, and give a second chance to the literary dreams that are so steamy, I suggest you read them as autonomous stories, not as digressions in a larger story. The anthology of Borges Libro di sogni and the ninety-five examples collected by Marco hagge in the appendix to the essay Il sogno e la scrittura (sansoni, 1986) are to my knowledge the best pillows on which to recline the head. Dreams of the gold!




The bibliopathologist answers is a post on cultural perversions. If you want to submit your cases, write to g.vitiello@internazionale.it.




he writes in italian in:
https://www.internazionale.it/bloc-notes/guido-vitiello/2019/12/02/sogni-nei-romanzi

Thursday 28 November 2019

Claudio's trip - GO WITH THE VIETNAM 7

Barbara’s secret passion

We had stayed at King Mong’s Palace. Actually it is not a palace but a rather large stone house. The King was not a king but a rich man who had become a local lordship of Lum Can. He was a very smart, very clever gentleman who in short also became very powerful in the period between the late 1800s and the early 1900s. He made his own soldier and was in fact chosen by the population as the head of the area. Does he remind you of anyone? He passed on his power to his sons who fought against the French then their fortune vanished and the authorities drove them out of the Palace that was turned into a museum. Does it still remind you of anyone? It was called vuong chinh Duc,

He traded in salt and opium. Our day ends with a visit to his Palace. Every ten kilometers we stop at Barbara’s request whose main activity is to pee. There is no toilet, toilet, latrine or Turkish that Barbara lets pass unharmed. When she sees the words “Nam” (man) or “Nu” (woman”, she starts rocketing. His daily pee production would, I think, improve the pil of any country. I think he’s gonna write a Lonely Planet of toilets around the world. In order to do this he also undergoes visits to which it would be better sincerely to renounce. Like the toilet with five toilets lined up for peeing lovers in company. Every time he comes back, from his smile we can understand the quality of the place visited and the rating awarded. All this sometimes also paid. From two thousand dong (less than seven cents) for the popular, to 5 thousand dong for the lords. So far the expert claims to have seen nothing better than the waterfalls toilets near the village tha phuong Do. Ethnic toilet but great in hygiene and creativity. Vote: five rolls of toilet paper, to equal merit with the Siberian toilets , Pirelli skyscraper style, which he tested in the truck grill on the way to Quang binh.


STILL NO PHOTO...

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Wednesday 27 November 2019

The school lacks concrete pillars, children forced to bring them from home



17 September 2013
Chiorbaciov
Montespiccioli– 

A situation of real degradation and deep discomfort grips the population of the small village of the Tuscan hinterland. In fact, thanks to a trumped-up tender, the town of Montespiccioli has squandered money in a school that is currently non-existent.

“The only things that the company was able to build were the foundation and the roof, on the grounds that it was an earthquake-proof construction. Unfortunately we had already started enrollment, and the nearest elementary school, at about 15 kilometers, collapsed this summer due to a downpour. I’m sorry, but the children will be forced to carry concrete pillars from their homes every day. I am sorry, this time the bribes I took I will spend with more bitterness” – declared the mayor of the village Jacopo Ciappelletto.


Striscia la Notizia immediately went to the place to interview some parents who were demonstrating outside the town hall, But jimmy was beaten to a pulp by a bunch of raging moms who took advantage of the popular riot to take some satisfaction.

claudio's trip - GO WITH THE VIETNAM 6


We go into the areas of the Mong ethnic group and visit the famous market of Lung Pinh, market that sees very few tourists and therefore has no parcel. The hillbillies also walk three hours to sell buffalo and buy pots. We arrive in a moment of intense rain and, dressed in multicolored capes (only Annalia wears a megacondom transparent), we get an unprecedented downpour. The water drains everywhere, on our feet, in our necks, in our underwear. But we are among the few tourists and we are proud. We wander among beautiful girls dressed in traditional clothes (the skirt is colorful pleated and swaying) among butchers, herbalists, hardware, clothing, spices, food. It makes me want to get a haircut, but the rain deters me. I’m passionate about an intimate stand where a Giorgio Armani pantsuit excels.

I meet a very nice old lady with traditional clothes, traditional hair, all full of traditional ribbons and all pleated. She looks like a medieval old lady. She turns: she has a Nike backpack. Everything is Vietnamese in size which means the beams are very low. I feel a bang, I turn and find that Annette has given an epic crank. So she learns to be tall. The market is very crowded. From time to time, people get run over by unleashed mopeds that sound like handcuffs and mercilessly slit the crowd of buyers. They also put their buffalo in it. Have you ever seen a buffalo cut the crowd? Stay away from it. Barbara at a certain point feels touched and turns angry to give a smack to the discredited and politically incorrect Vietnamese. But it is a hoax, in the sense of cattle. disappointment. We leave the market and of course the rain ceases. Luna, our little guide (there’s great debate about who is lower, Barbara, Annalia or Luna) tells us that there is also another famous market, always not touristy, where nothing is sold. It’s the love market. Boys and girls go there to get to know each other and chat. It is also very popular because there are few opportunities to get to know each other. The boys in these areas get married very early, around the age of 14 (when they are 30 they are already grandparents). Married couples also go there. You will say: why ever? Simple, For something that resembles the couples exchange. The husband, in fact, is allowed to meet an old flame and so is his wife. For a whole day they can feel free and chat outside the marriage. During the love market you sing you dance you listen to concerts. You mess up all dressed in the traditional way (pants, skirts and jackets are different for each of the sixty ethnic groups). We of course throw ourselves to fish. Let’s go! But the distance does not recommend it. With these roads it would take a whole day. And anyway the Love Market takes place once a year. screwed. We have to settle for the palace of the king of Mong.


CLAUDIO COULD NOT UPLOAD THE PHOTOS, YET...


Tuesday 26 November 2019

Claudio's trip - vietnam 2/3/4/5

vietnam 2

Vietnam is not around the corner as you all know. Right now I’m inside the gigantic Dubai airport, halfway through the journey, waiting for the four hours of the connection to Hanoi. I am lying on a deckchair as one of the gentlemen you see in the photo. I walked km to reach gate A8. On the plane, I saw three films, The First Man, The Martian and Welcome back President. Then I poured a glass of red wine on Barbara’s thigh who pretended not to be upset but asked to change place on the way. That’s not very nice.












vietnam 3

We read everything there was to read. We do not travel for fun but to know. Ours is a journey for intellectuals.










vietnam 4

Little one, with a funny and cheerful face, Luna is waiting for us outside the Hanoi airport. Our guide speaks Italian fortunately and will lead us around North Vietnam on a Transit. But first, it takes us to the hotel where we will descend into the absolute sleep that makes us exceed a ton of jet lag. When we get up and go to the restaurant we will be immersed in the nightlife of Hanoi on Saturday night.

Everything unfolds around the lake of the sword found. Lights, noise, screaming children, young people playing the strange game called dacau, dribbling with a feather, other kids building with square sticks high towers destined to collapse, electric machines that go crazy for the joy of infants, people singing a cappella, concerts. I also find a large pavilion Piazza Italia where they play live Juventus Atalanta between a mini fountain of Trevi and a mini Tower of Pisa, cinema open air where they give “quo vado” Zalone, a stall sponsored by the local Milan Club (but the guy in the red shirt confesses to me that he is rooting for Lazio). And then street food, painters who paint you (could I draw?), bright games. We also come across boys with a cat in their arms that lead them to take some air (polluted). We end up in a bar. Barbara beats every record of crazy risk by ordering a coffee with the egg. Every Saturday night the Old Town of Hanoi has this crazy. Cutting through the crowd, surrounded and overwhelmed by thousands of noisy scooters, untangling ourselves among the microscopic tables where Vietnamese eat food cooked in the street sitting on microscopic car seats, back to the hotel putting an end to our first day hanoiese (hanoica? hanoina? hanoista?). I searched in vain for portraits of Ho Chi Minh. I go to bed wondering if it has always been so the capital of Vietnamese communism.

(I can’t upload the photos, we’ll talk again)




vietnam 5

Let us leave the hustle and bustle of the hustle and bustle of Hanoi towards the deep north, pointing towards the border with China. We will arrive a few kilometers from China and visit Vietnamese ethnic minorities. This is a challenging tour through the beautiful mountains of northern Vietnam (I recommend the tiny one) along with a Transit in a fantastic road without the slightest straight, wide enough to pass a car, sometimes a truck, rarely both.

We’ll eat in unlikely restaurants but fine. We will sleep, tonight, in something like an agriturismo, where the managers, nice, kind, elegant, will dine with us having cooked us a delicious dinner, laughing and joking without understanding a word of what we say to each other and drinking grappa. He, Hang, looks like my editor, Carlo Verdelli. She is a beautiful 45-year-old grandmother. Today I was struck by something beyond the beauty of the mountains rich in hills in the form of steep cones: you don’t see a billboard, you don’t see political propaganda on the walls, you don’t see pictures of Ho Chi Minh, You don’t see priests or monks, you don’t see misery. No child rushes after you asking for alms. And they are all dressed well and clean. You don’t see pagodas, mosques or churches. You can see beautiful valleys full of small paddy fields, also on the slopes, of manicured gardens, of corn fields. We also see many women working. We sleep on what the Japanese call futon, practically on the ground. After teaching Barbara to play burraco. And of course she wins.




Thursday 14 November 2019

Milan, Anpi and Sentinelli organize mail bombing against the Altaforte event: hotel takes away the availability of the congress hall

IL FATTO QUOTIDIANO

 Paolo Frosina | 14 NOVEMBRE 2019
There must have been the elite of sovereignty at home, from the psychiatrist Alessandro Meluzzi to the philosopher Diego Fusaro, up to the leader of Casapound, Simone Di Stefano. Gathered to discuss "freedom of expression" and "the importance of personal choices in an era of obscurantism", as well as to launch the season ticket campaign for far-right monthly Il Primato Nazionale. But in less than an hour the event called "Your sovereign choice" - organized for Altaforte on November 28, the publisher close to the turtle arrow - found itself without a home thanks to the joint mobilization of the Anpi and collective I Sentinelli of Milan.

On Thursday morning the two movements flooded the Hilton Grand Hotel Villa Torretta in Sesto San Giovanni, the location designated for the sovereign meeting. And to the surprise of the activists themselves, the structure reacted in record time, immediately withdrawing the availability of the conference room: "We did not understand who was behind this conference, we take the decision to protect customers", explain the management. Thus, once again, it is thanks to the uprising of civil society that Altaforte has been denied a promotional space, as it happened already last May, after the controversy for the presence of one of its stands at the Turin Book Fair.

"As soon as we heard that Casapound intended to organize a conference in Sesto we wrote to the heads of the structure because the democratic history of the city could not be humiliated with a similar initiative," says Lina Calvi, president of the local section of the ANPI. Initiative immediately resumed by the Sentinelli of Milan who invited the 180 thousand followers of their Facebook page to a mail bombing to the hotel management. "The Viminale's latest report says that from 2011 to 2016 there were 20 arrests and 359 complaints against members of Casapound - one could read in the standard text made available for sending - do you really want to host them? How can a hotel that is part of an international chain support sovereignty? How can those who make hospitality their work want more closures and more borders? We are sure that you will want to distance yourself from an organization that openly claims its identity as fascists of the third millennium ", was the conclusion. After a few tens of minutes the campaign had already achieved its goal and the post was updated with an invitation not to write to the hotel anymore.

"From the way the conference was presented to us, it was not clear what kind of event it was," explains a member of the hotel management to ilfattoquotidiano.it. "I even thought it was a business convention. After the Anpi e-mail we decided to cancel the availability, but we explained to the organizers that the policy does not enter - he says - We just want to avoid a climate of tension that can ruin the serenity of our guests. Then, of course, we must consider the particular context of our city and the way in which such an event can be perceived by the community ”. Although it is currently ruled by the center-right, Sesto San Giovanni is a historically left-wing municipality with a strong anti-fascist culture and massive workers' presence, so much so that it has earned the nickname "Stalingrado D’Italia".

"It is clear that we would have preferred a choice dictated by reasons of principle. But the important thing is to have reached the goal, moreover in a very fast time ", says Luca Paladini, spokesman of the Sentinelli. "Often, by promoting such events, we clashed with rubber walls. This time it was a pleasant surprise. The merit is certainly due to Anpi which raised the case, but in less than an hour more than 80 people gathered the appeal on our Facebook page by sending an email to the hotel. It doesn't end there, though. The goal is that these reactions become the rule, no longer the exception, "he explains. "I would like everyone to feel embarrassed in granting spaces and places to ideologies contrary to our Constitution. In 2019, the feasibility of fascism is denied ”.

https://www.ilfattoquotidiano.it/2019/11/14/milano-anpi-e-sentinelli-organizzano-mail-bombing-contro-levento-di-altaforte-hotel-toglie-la-disponibilita-della-sala-congressi/5564509/


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I though that Diego Fusaro was a kind of neo-communist... hereafter the new that I shared a couple of month ago on this blog:


the answer of Diego Fusaro:

Vox, the complaint of Diego Fusaro: "Don't grant us the room by suggesting that we are fascists is fascist"

By Diego Fusaro -14 November 2019

Vox Italia, a sovereign, socialist and democratic party, organized a presentation conference in Genoa in a cultural circle. After the room had already been assigned, the Director contacted Vox to say that he could no longer grant the room because "he cannot accept the presence of fascists".

Here it is the paradox of the single dominant politically correct and ethically corrupt model: they defame as a fascist everything that does not fully fit into their thinking.

The Genoan association had originally given its consent, but was cornered by anti-fascist organizations in the city that threatened to prevent the conference from taking place "with every possible method". Of these methods, it is obvious that violence cannot be excluded.


Here is another paradox: to prevent a political philosophical conference we resort to methods that in all respects are those of squads.

It is true, fascism is coming back, but with reversed parts.

The real fascism is that of anti-fascism. That of the fuchsia brigades that in the struggle against fascism that does not prevent us from speaking and expressing themselves to all those who do not fully recognize themselves in the single liberal verb.

Vox, the complaint of Diego Fusaro: "Don't grant us the room by suggesting that we are fascists is fascist"

https://www.radioradio.it/2019/11/vox-la-denuncia-di-diego-fusaro-non-concederci-la-sala-insinuando-che-siamo-fascisti-e-fascista/


Wednesday 13 November 2019

manifesto of non-hostile communication

manifesto of non-hostile communication

Virtual is real
I say on the internet only what  I have the courage to say with my name and my face.

we are what we communicates
The words I choose tell
the person I am: they represent me.

 Words shape thought
First of all I take all the necessary time to say clearly what I think.

Before speaking, I listen
Nobody is always right, me neither. I listen with honesty and openness.

Words are a bridge
I choose words to understand, make myself understood, come closer to others.

Words have consequences
I know that every word of mine can have consequences, small or large.

Sharing is a responsibility
I share texts and images only
after reading, evaluating, including.

Ideas can be discussed. The people must be respected
I do not transform those who hold opinions
that I do not share in an enemy to destroy.

Insults are not arguments
I do not accept insults and aggression, not even in favor of my position.

Silence also communicates
when the best choice is the silence, I keep quiet.


this manifest comes from Turin and Milan work... hereafter you can found the links to the original italian page and a site dedicated.

I am sorry if the translation it is not so good, I hope you will correct the language and will share this netiquette-2019...

italian text in pdf

https://paroleostili.it/






Tuesday 12 November 2019

Salone Libro Torino






Tomorrow begins #BCM19 , and we will be there too. Coffee and croissant already in the oven for Sunday 17th at 11am, from
@thisiscombo_ : there are "The newspapers, well explained", the other famous press review of the
@ilpost . We see them
http://bit.ly/Giornalispiegatibene19

Wednesday 6 November 2019

Mafia doesn't exist... not here in my town, anyway!





Mafia-type association and international drug trafficking, with the aggravating circumstance of mafia purposes. These are the accusations that 400 carabinieri from the Provincial Command of Turin are executing a precautionary custody order, issued by the investigating judge of the Turin court at the request of the local District Anti-Mafia Directorate, against 65 belonging to or adjoining the local 'Ndrangheta di Volpiano and San Giusto Canavese, in the province of Turin. The measurements were carried out not only in the Turin capital and in its hinterland, but also in Reggio Calabria, Milan and Catania...   from the italian newspaper





Sunday 27 October 2019

Mark Zuckerberg stutters


26 Ottobre 2019

Luca Sofri - WITTGENSTEIN.IT



Has been shared a lot of the video of the congressional audition of Mark Zuckerberg in the passage in which Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez crumbles him pressing him with a series of questions on which he is clearly in difficulty, despite being the most obvious questions that could be expected and that all they have been doing for a few years. In fact the interesting part is not so much the most celebrated one that concerns her - now a format, and we understand that her goal is to replicate the lucky show of candor and ruthlessness that the public expects from her, more than anything else - but the one that concerns him, and that is the symbol of the irreparable mess in which we have put ourselves.






The background is that for many years the so-called platforms have tried to tell each other and tell us that they would be neutral and that neutrals should remain, and the majority of the world wanted to believe it: "we are not publishers!" Was their answer, while many insisted that "you are publishers!", in this human and inevitable tic we have to bring the complexities and variables of today back to figures and contexts of yesterday, "publishers". But since yesterday it was also said and stated that "the medium is the message", it was clear that we were telling this story of neutrality and it was not standing: ...

Friday 25 October 2019

Richard Feynman


Wednesday 16 October 2019

The history of the Cardiff giant is a hoax of the past - by Flavio Lo Faro

Speaker's corner
For those who have something to say

OCTOBER 16, 2019


I have always believed that there were endless files at the post office and that it was better to go at six in the morning - finding in that case the real crowd. Once I went at nine and strangely I hurried. The preconception I had was based on hearsay: after all, it is a story already heard and partly stereotyped.

At the base of a belief is the assumption, directly and indirectly, of a condition of superiority and confirmation. I rely on a "truth" and this is insurmountable, like a fenced field. What is in my field - the belief - is the certain; little by little other facts will enter and become part of my vision of the world. I believe this mechanism is fundamental in hoaxes. Very often they are so ridiculous that they cannot assume, to those who do not believe, that they are acceptable.

And yet there are those who do it and this cannot be explained by supporting the simple idiocy of those who believe: in fact it would not explain much. Behind the acceptance of a hoax there is the conviction of having found a proof that confirms the thesis: this means that we are all potentially buffaloes and gullible. Imagine, for example, finding a giant buried in your garden. Would you believe it an authentic find or not?

On October 16, 1869 (150 years ago) in Cardiff, a small township in the state of New York, two workers who worked for the farmer William Newell found a petrified man three meters tall. The news of the discovery spread immediately. Was he a giant? 

PETROS MARKARIS - booooks and interview


The Costas Haritos series of books (twelve novels and one collection of short stories, as of 2019) are very popular in several European countries such as Greece, Germany, Italy and Spain. Their main hero and first person narrator is a detective in the Athenian criminal police in his fifties, with a squabbling, fairly uneducated, and TV-addicted, but dearly loved wife, an aspiring, but stubborn, law student daughter, and an unpleasant, brown-nosing boss. It is hinted several times that Haritos assisted with the torture of leftist prisoners as a very young man under the Colonels' regime, a fact he is quite ashamed of now, and which makes him insecure whenever ...  keep reading HERE


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