Saturday, October 31, 2009

Freedigital Playground

Espresso 823 "Arrow of the South" a cab compartment 7 Night of San Lorenzo (2p)

Roma - Napoli (2p)


He said just like that ... st'impunito

" I am Marina, "he says smiling, ready to vamp Rocco. He can not not think, "that makes you want to see Valeri's last name?" Then he makes a complete tour of the first names that, since this story was not written after the events described, are gone with the night sleepless narrator's Sicilian. I wonder why only one is left and what is not said to be true ... So let's call
with names taken from the calendar, so that all come from a time before the era of the TV series: Michael's boyfriend, Mark's brother, Frank the lady's companion and Alfie, which in Sicily so much, the driver vendor.
"One know how to play?" Ask the boys. Rocco still feels out of place, as Alfio, feel it, it seems the sample Sicilian-A Piedmont.
"Michele explains how to ... Rocco plays" Marina has decided that with his voice that ruins everything else. Michael is a disaster in the explanations, verbal and logical in construction and in keeping the papers, the boy must have some kind of other gifts to enchant such a beauty ...
"Maybe it's better to do a test" involved in rescue Francesca seems that an equally sure of himself. "Sure, you'll see that it is not difficult" to reassure Marina Rocco.
The move to you has gassed the womanizer that looking into the eyes of the girl, he replied: "Okay" and is about to add "pupa," but it keeps.
missing the table for the deck and put down the cards, looks like a big deal, that mess up the newly formed group, but eventually Marina is the solution: it tends to dress and spreading her legs slightly, sistemandoselo carefully on the seat, exclaims the enthusiastic answers: "That's it, put here."
We start the game and the rules are learned in short, if not the tricks, this is achieved, which is to finish all the cards. There are seeds of various colors and special cards that force, as those who receive deviation from the neighbor, to take certain actions that would not want to do: take more cards from the deck, jump around, reverse the direction of the spin, change color, etc..
You can also bluff and then finally, remember to declare the last card, shouting "One," not just discarded the penultimate.
It also includes the game is long, then you decide to stop testing and go to the game seriously. It does not take long for Marina Rocco and pay an a personal struggle, made of special paper and looks suspicious: take four cards, tie, to yes, then skip the turn; agree, reverse it around ... Marina, perhaps because it has to remain motionless with the lower body, shake with higher education and, since the dress is not elastic, the show within the limits of the already narrow sheath. Rocco should be obvious that is often invoked by the players to follow the game ...
happens then that the deck was initially on a knee, fall along the arc of her dress, and someone has to readjust, in addition the accumulation of discarded cards slowly, but surely falls in the hollow of the thighs, where it would be better not to rummage.
Players start bluffing and controbluff except the two who continue a personal struggle, contrary to the mission of the game, who can raise more cards. The brother would also count cards left for a general classification, but fortunately others convince him to rely only individual victories.
At one point, each player has had his moment of glory, but Rocco sabotaged with all the weapons from the Navy. Many times he yelled "A", immediately correct the little brother "One, One is said to like the game ...." The fact is, Rocco, a few weeks, has a fixed idea in his head: Someone who does not want to know about him and he, as an old man avid hunter, can not accept it. The blend well to mind the song of Baptists, in fact "A", which seems to describe so well that his situation. It is easy to understand how it is easier Rocco to shout "A" rather than "A", even then to get to Marina mischievous glance at "A?" To which the macho suddenly softened and a theory worthy of the driver of the No. 2 car, for which gender female is to be referred to the paper and possibly more.
At last, a favorable conjunction of the stars, Rocco can earn on the last lap, after Marina submerged under a mass of papers that can not even keep them all in hand. "The first is the children in our country ... it says" gloats Rocco, but she does not collect and already changed the subject: "tonight is the night of San Lorenzo! Let's see if stars fall ... "but the train is being launched to the south and trembling all over like an old fever: there is no need to mess up the hair, must have thought the vamp, who then goes out into the corridor. Rocco
the call of shooting stars has had a moment of failure, so was enough to miss the opportunity, the other passengers have already taken up with the trump and insist that he too was involved. In other games have always liked Rocco ... contends that it is capable of playing a trump, but does not believe him even Alfio, who just seemed to still believe in fairy tales.
pairs are created Alfio-Rocco and Marco-Michael, after Mark had tried unnecessarily, for some reason, to get paired with Rocco, and Frank casually following the game.
Alfio is proposing a change to liven up the challenge surrenders to 120 rather than 60 points, still used the island as it seems. Innovation does not change the cards on the table and the two old man lost two pischerelli also by revenge. Meanwhile, from the hallway comes the shrill voice of the Navy who is apparently engaged in a debate because the items to be low or baritone surges against the rattle of the train and only the imperious soprano emerges on twelve-tone background. The players involved in the dispute over generations, not paying attention to the speech, instead Francesca yes. "But listen ... that sign is getting the speech," said approaching her ear to the glass. Then the others are in the bell, but there's only detached words: homosexuality, lesbian, male beauty and female beauty, and so on.
"She's my sister ..." Mark snorts with resignation.
"What are they saying?" Asks a curious Rocco Francesca.
"They are gathering a collection of cliches ... the train must also pass the time, philosophizes the blonde.
"But that determination," exclaims Alfie, accompanying with the exclamation amused expression.
"Let 's play," insists Michael. But the two idiot
have almost reached the goal in the first round and there is more history ...
For Alfio rings a hard piece of music from the seventies and placed somewhere sweaty. "Yes, hello. I'm still in Florence, eh you know the August holiday, a big mess, but I settled down well ... How? Nooo ... it's just that I have found a place to bunk, so arrive well rested. ... But when I do not know, we're still stuck here, but certainly in Florence! I told you, all times are skipped. Have we feel eh? Hello "
pischerelli I make two balls of eyes from Japanese cartoons, check out for safety the window, while Rocco and Frank are still tuned to the opera. Alfie feels compelled to justify himself: "... I say so is my wife not to keep in mind ... who knows when we arrive? I was not going away ... I decided at the last minute because it turned a delivery in Valtellina, then you know is on speed ... do not go down by Easter. "
"Aah ..." she sighs Mark reassured.
Meanwhile in the hallway has run past the pornography, sex multiple, feminism and male chauvinism. Francesca, who is increasingly nervous and smiling at everyone as a hostess line breaks: "I go out now and wonder what think about sex with animals ... I want to see, "and so saying the sliding door. The speakers are sitting in line on the floor with his back against the curtain wall of the corridor and feet folded for lack of space, against the outer edge of the coach, the males can sit back as the Indians, the females, but we see only the outline white-gray-flowered, then Marina held her ankles with her hands and leans his chin to his knees every now and then, as if to emphasize the desire to finally pass the word.
Frank never mind the animals and she too is sucked into the conversation, which now seems to exchange between old acquaintances who smoke and candy, is looking flatter to soften their positions initially and peremptory words ... trying to pass the time.
Rocco would like to bring the debate about sado-masochistic, but do not smoke and now there is not even a centimetroquadro to set foot in the hallway, a sweet but ...
Here again the driver. Red alert! All attention, and stopped all activity, remain in suspense. The man enters the cabin and down sharply over the beds. "Already!" Exclaims Marco disappointed. "Eh ... it's too young is too late ... I already had to do it an hour ago, but still are only two coaches, which connects the cab No. 1, ie this, is on leave, and I do what I can do. " After the storm trying to resume a normal life, but everything has been shuffled and everyone is distracted by new ideas and excuses. Rocco rolled down the window to get some 'air-ferruginous, the train slows down so that you can read a blue sign on a white image into a kind of scroll, too white, "Bagnoli and this is enough to bring his thoughts a few months back, in November, when he visited these places: Naples, Ercolano, Pompei, Ischia, Capri, Nisida, Bagnoli. So much for the clichés seemed Naples London, changeable weather, light rain and strong and persistent or intermittent: Big Business for the umbrella. In the gallery
Napoli Centrale sticks his head in the window also Michael, despite the realistic difficulties due to sun down. The boy is in the mood of confidence and says he wants to see the train because it will come back here in September to visit his girlfriend, there has already been once, but the old man than she can clearly see this relationship and then not much has combined . Rocco falls from the clouds, "and Marina?" He thinks. But then he says nothing, simply ask, distracted, news about unhappy love. When the train resumed the race, pulled up inside the glass and flying plastic bags with paper in sheets and pillowcases and pillows bounce foam.
"One head, one head ... are accurate, please!" Marks the railroad. At that moment one of the boys in the hallway trying to make a request to the driver, but this stops him saying that if you do not have the bed, no sheets and pillows of course ... in fact would not even be allowed to occupy the corridors, they are for those who work and to move ... but ultimately can not think of anything he would otherwise have long since spread to all the holidays.
"Okay, but I wanted to know when it is due to arrive at Messina ..." protested the boy. "There I can tell, we bring late ... a thing you never know. "
"But ... when I was about due to arrive? if we take an hour late, then we will arrive an hour later ... "insists the frame t-shirt.
The railroad, looking to escape the wristwatch, replied: "We take 38 minutes late for the accuracy and from there to Messina could earn another, I hope not but I can not know now, we could recover all or part depends ... and then keep in mind that we embark on the ferry .... "
"So for example if we had to get to 6, the arrival will be for 6:38?" try to treat the young man.
"Nooo, then we obviously do not know what I mean ... it is impossible to determine the arrival time once the train has fallen behind schedule, because there are many variables and factors that ...".
"Well I understand, good night" without the truncated pissed-bunk it back into the aisle. The driver who, perhaps to give himself a countenance during the interview, the trial was put in place pillows and count the envelopes, looks around and dejected look on the faces of passengers someone willing to follow his reasoning: "Santa peace! But I can not say that I do not know, you never know what you would like ... I told you that any time a, well, but then if you lose your connection? There you are ... there are those who say what people want to hear, but this is not correct, no it is not professionally correct. "
Marco's smile, which still remained in serious soliloquy of the perfect pocket with the railroad, once the officer has left and is disarming enough to bring back the good humor to the company.
Navy is still committed to the remains of a discussion with a couple of boys that are dying back. But she is quite resolved to defend his opinions to the end, maybe you forgot to save something else. Argues, with great mastery of language, that females would be less trouble to admit a homosexual relationship or just to admit the beauty of another woman, what would happen but not for males, which even afraid to go to man, not never pronounced on the male beauty.
"But when ever! Of course I understand that Raoul Bova , give an example, may appeal to a girl, but I do not miss pe passes to head to say that it's a nice boy and I can not see it as an object of desire, not at all afraid of you seem gay ... I look like the guy? "concludes the sermon suddenly one of the two cascamorti.
"But really well when I flip through a fashion magazine and I see a beautiful woman, I say what a beautiful woman! And with this I do not feel any sexual desire ... what? "Says the girl with large hand gestures.
"And when you're browsing a magazine sexy?" Force in that tank top, season with fresh eyes.
"And good night ..." finally snorts Marina. The debate is over. Marina will also be naive, but you decide when and how. Falls into the compartment 7 and sits in its place, then you do not know what it is better not to ask the railroad. No one dares to continue the discussion of the company, except that test Rocco: "I do not agree with you, at least to a certain point ...." "A certain point?" Reverses the curious question in the air and stretches his lips slightly.
"As for men, I can not agree, but I do not think that it is different for women: I think it is still more difficult to declare openly lesbian, gay, the cultural and social conditions are too strong, because the sexual freedom of women is still too new ... "says Rocco.
Marina wanted to talk back, while Rocco regrets having thrown the complicated and she supports his thesis with a deluge of words and he soon loses his train of thought, distracted by the proximity of that grace, which also shows d 'be intelligent. A rare combination!
now homosexuality is just a shield to make room, if not heterosexuality, for a more intimate knowledge. Rocco finds out that Marina has twenty-three and is studying law, is close to the thesis and would like to specialize in criminal law. Marina Rocco manages to squeeze in only vague information about his life: working in a public office, forty years old, is single and likes to travel. Ah ... he is directed to travel Pachino, she Licata, but she also falls in Catania, Sicily that railways are a cry and it is better to take a bus. A Licata is the father who has a second home where he spent the summer holidays for years. Mark tries to describe the sights that await to Licata and asks Rocco to visit them, if you will go from there. No one forgives Rocco to be the first time on the island and go to settle in Pachino, all right friends ... but in short, Sicily respectable to be seen, because it is rich and varied. Then maybe they will move on Etna, Rocco tries to defend itself. "Taormina" cried Mark. "Milo" Rocco replied dubiously, "I can climb to the top ... if you have news on the latest eruption?". "In the morning we pass by and see ..." Marina replied evasively. Rocco can not promise anything, the rest did not come to her the invitation. Alfie is going to intervene, even when you hear the jingle naughty come from arcane recesses.
"Hello, yeah, yeah, where else! Well ... then yes, we are still in Rome, are attacking other coaches ... "says the Sicilian-Piedmont, trying not to look at the face of Mark not to spoil the party," all is well ... yes, I ate, even the cake ... how? Street Mission was given by the children ... some traveling in the same cabin. How? ... No ... what you say is a male cabin .... " Mark you should put a hand to mouth to keep from laughing and Alfie must turn to the hallway to continue the conversation: "When ... but not I know, we're still stuck here, but certainly the Tiburtina! All times are skipped, the controller also says that you can not say when s'arriverà. Have we feel eh? Hello.
It's almost midnight, the long corridor is dark, all is quiet from the other cabins, but none in the cabin 7 wants to lie down on ironing boards, ironing the sheets of paper and relax in your niche. Looking out the windows of the hall the night owls looking for refreshment after a hot day, they see the gulf of Naples whiz ringed by shiny trails to Sorrento, then almost total darkness, the air smells of sea and trash, however, driven out by the lungs' pervasive smell of rail.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Free Groping Train Clip

learn how to prevent .- Complex 'Poggio of Pines 'here because you would have to build ...

intervention - Complex 'Poggio dei Pini' here because it would not have had to build ...
John Tornese - taken from a Tempostretto

Talk representative body of the forest region of Sicily, John Tornese, that in a long and detailed article is a step back in time, up to 80, and brush up some of the most interesting Waits related to construction of the buildings close to the hill

Following the article published yesterday in the pages of Tempostretto.it (see article below) on the disastrous condition of the apartment complex 'Poggio dei Pini', built in the area of \u200b\u200bSan Michele and the desperate cry for help of one of the families living there, came the intervention of John livres. Tournois, the Forest Service of the Sicily Region, lists, one by one the reasons why, in the '80s long gone, the forest had denied permission to proceed with the construction of the building complex, but does not get any feedback from the company. "That's because - says Tornese - the request for prior authorization was not but after the start of work ..." Although

in these sad days, for the tragedies of Giampilieri area, we speak of hydrogeological problems, I believe should be remembered that the lists of geological constraints of the town of Messina are dated 1955/56, ie there are over 50 years, so even if the ' public know of their existence, building contractors, technical studies, city officials should have had this knowledge. At the bottom of the lists are nothing more than topographical maps - to 25,000 - on which are marked in red the areas affected by geological constraints, in addition thereto, is attached a document showing the districts and boundaries. Yet statements by the fact that such operators must provide the press, it seems that this constraint and hydrogeological problems have arisen recently of natural causes. I am certain natural phenomena, but the causes are fully human.
Again - I realize the repetitiveness - it must be said that emergencies such as those of "Poggio dei Pini" were predictable and many have been laid, then it is likely that landslides will be repeated - unfortunately - in the future and not just San Michele.
Taking for example, "Poggio dei Pini", but is one of many cases, we can say that is one of many projects for urban expansion of the eighties, back when the bond was hydro
unknown or little value to which it gave technical - I have been witness, however, no construction company was willing to spend a lot of lire for the work of defending the buildings near, if not in, after excavation and earthworks, hills Messina.
In those years, the "Poggio dei Pini" was submitted to the Forest Service - then Command Detachment Camaro lower - to get the hydrological clearance. If memory serves, the request for permission was not preventive, but after the start of work.
happened what was going on forever and that is even now too often. The Rangers Camaro noted that the building would be too close to the wall of the hill which had been excavated to create the area for the building. Noting that the wall above the future building would secure no stability. Evaluated in order to ensure acceptable stability of the wall of the hill was necessary to carry out strengthening works. The findings of the Forest Service led to the denial of clearance. Among other things, was a breach of the predicted distance from the forest hills. But, the work had already started digging and excavation, the cost of reinforcement works required would cost more than the building. The fact is that the company continued to build. Who gave the green light?
to this question, as to many other similar, we can not answer and, in truth, the answer would not change things one iota, the problems of the citizens living in the many "Poggio dei Pini" scattered throughout the hills of the city, would remain unaltered.
Looking at the picture published by Dino Sturiale TEMPOSTRETTO are obvious: the inconsistency of the defense works of buildings, the proximity of these dwellings carved on the wall, the removal of a pine forest that insisted on the hill, which was destroyed by fire. It should be noted that the distance between the hill and the houses have already created danger even when - in 2007 - has ignited the wood.
What to do? Move the buildings to a safe distance for landslides and fires? It is not possible. Do evacuate the houses? It is not possible. Making the works to secure the inhabitants of "Poggio dei Pini"? It is not possible because it would involve the removal of part of the buildings, at least 10 meters from the hill, admitted that there was money and that people wanted to "tighten" their home.
So what to do?
expected to occur in other Giampilieri, "Poggio dei Pini," and so on.
Keep doing human sacrifices to the gods of all, interest, ignorance, recommendation, etc. ..
But we have the bridge. Caporale was wrong, the bridge connects two pools of mud, maybe some body here and there.

John Tornese

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Church Welcome Or Greeting

Espresso 823 "Arrow of the South" a cab compartment 7

Bologna-Roma (1p)

Bologna are four in the afternoon and the heat is on you clings. Rocco has a pocket full of coins that settles in the cracks of regular soft drink vending machines that meet on the course. The No. 1 course is the last coach of the train and climb almost need to get to Modena south. The ticket-towel
FS said that the reservation system 103, but does not have time to fix the sack that an old man with a healthy Sicilian accent suggests exchanging the 103 under 74, because was separated from his wife ... the brutal ways of the FS have succeeded in what many years of marriage had not been able to.
Rocco, who has already looked around and found no tripe for cats, moves from compartment to compartment 10 7, as you buy another ticket in the lottery of the witch, even giving the impression that it had developed to the old good deed.
takes place at 74 after downloading the heavy bundle. The espresso comes from Milan and the team's berth C6, the only one in which it was possible to find a hole, it's almost done: Rocco, a lady older but not yet scartabile that it looks to be a Prof. sgallonata, a man reserved and / or perhaps from scoglionato travel or life events, two guys who can not find something better to do than shoot himself in the head awful music in this volume the bass come to the ears of Rocco and the mess
thoughts ... The two are also the time to exchange a few words such as: (despite the efforts do not remember one, suggestions please)
Rocco has a problem with Mr. Malaussene and download on both the boys not to gross negligence to capture the rhythm of Pennac. The tunnels that run certainly did not help then read on. In Prato salt
the sixth man who, judging from the size, could also have paid the price reduced. Rocco lends itself to the case, since there is no need to pick up the dwarf on the lineup, although maybe this works at the circus Togni and is an acrobat with balls!
The rest is extended and the jet of air conditioning becomes a weak asthmatic breath leaving the field to advance in afternoon AFA encirclement. Finally he goes out and shows the driver as well, a character from the movie: Remember in the manner and in speech Luciano Salce, and has the well's mouth twisted. He says, in a Sicilian-Italian bureau-rail, which he did not care if I changed my ticket to the booth 10, the tickets he takes them all and we will restore them upon arrival, and then he No. 2 would be the driver of the coach and if we see him on No. 1 is just why his colleague is on leave.
Florence Rocco asks the professor, who has run in the meantime got to come from Varese, one of its cultural journals, among Chi, People and Puzzles Week, the choice is tricky. Decides to get a full immersion in the jet set film lover, political pimps, including stolen kisses, bodies exhibited and existential crises aboard yacht mileage, when he finds himself alone in the compartment. The silence, the solitude of the most annoying of the casino and not too late to leave him in the crowded corridor.
The convoy stops in Chiusi - Chianciano Terme, a pause of a few minutes but it seems that many more unfortunate that, as long as the crowd pressed not see, like a miraculous apparition, Valeria Marini board or its oil get on the wagon. Rocco throws his head out the window, like a flying fish on the water, and can not believe his eyes: the two Milan have left the hard rock and are helping the Navy and her maid with luggage, to climb the ladder and make their way into the corridor, between the eyes kidnapped and held hands with difficulty. "Sti brats, absolutely idiot ..." he lets slip Rocco. "What?" The dwarf demand by raising the nose to the zenith. From his size, he does not shit either, to be followed by the arrival on the scene of the vamp, which is advancing at a brisk pompous narrow escape in adherence and white sheath dress with flowers in various shades of gray, and also from the looks of all the boys involved in the train.
Rocco sgam that the four are known and who would settle in the same box, but the maid of honor has a place in the 8 and Valeria 6.
Up close you realize that the infant version of the vamp of the question, say the first happened? However, the measures of the movements and even the squeaky voice ... are the same. She now stands at the head of the party and says with confidence that then ask someone to change seats to pass the night together.
Rocco A certain visions move the bladder and, as he had heard the two ex-prick talk about a single process running, asks one of the two is the case where cutting the teeming crowd. Back at the cabin
scoglionato lord and also the dwarf, with lots of luggage in tow, there are no more, in their place the two blondes.
Young not only know, but it turns out that one of the boys and the other is the brother of Valeria (?!), her boyfriend while her friend seems to have some little brother on the aims of the vamp ...
Marini has acknowledged the persuasive skills, but relations remain difficult with the coachman, that he did not care about the movement of travelers, just deliver the ticket and reservation. Anyway, he is responsible for No. 2 coach, and if we see this only as a favor to a colleague on leave ... The girl is left with the ticket-towel in hand, looks around in amazement, then, since everyone is resigned to his face, with a shrug from behind places the paper in her bag.
Rocco opens and closes from poor Mr. Malaussene, in the meantime, with all those soccer-summer market trade, has run crumpled. The four make so much noise that you can not do anything but follow their speeches. Then it starts to rain: of course in the compartment 7, despite off-the sun floods the whole of creation, fall drops you, fishing for accuracy. "But no ... it is only by the condensate." The idiot brought bottles of iced tea and have rightly decided to lay them in the highest bracket, right on the head of Rocco. Quest'imprevisto whets your appetite for young people, trying to stop the rain, on the occasion to open other backpacks full of food: about half of suitcases full of things to eat: potato chips, sandwiches, sandwiches, snacks, cake grandmother etc..
"Sir," she wants something? "Asks figona unexpectedly. Rocco
first curses the barber who had sworn that the short cut rejuvenates the face, then replied that no, not hungry, in this heat ... if anything, something to drink. "We have water mineral and sparkling water, tea with peach, lemon, also green, fruit juices ... "lists diligently puppy. "... This is a juice with" cut short Rocco who can not drive out the suspicion that they're taking the piss.
"the pear, the peach, apricot ... there is also the tropical true?" Insists brother.
"The fishing is good," Rocco replied acid, so that the boy does not say anything and hands him the tetra through a straw. While Rocco
sucking the juice through a straw that becomes shorter with decreasing the liquid, the others prepare an actual meal, even the prof not refuse a slice of cake. Rocco feels excluded, regrets being rude and thinking what he thought, these are pischerelli, do not do it maliciously. "What you have robbed the Esselunga?" Tries to remedy the dude who spent some time in Milan, surviving thanks to the salad and mix taken from the food chain. The joke works so that before putting the bread on the vamp, which looks increasingly like the gang leader, insists: "You sure you do not even want to taste a piece of cake?".
The shades of evening have awakened the electric lights that are reflected in long strips, metal and tempered glass dirty. Are still a bit 'where perhaps the Tiburtina attack other coaches, there would be nothing better than to kill time that chat, but that she, even if it is after the lord, restrain the enthusiasm of Rocco.
"Sure, thanks, and later eat the sandwich I brought."
Once again here is broken the driver who immediately turns to the lady prof to ask a favor. Meanwhile, Valeria picks up his napkin in the hope of solving the case, the dialogues are interwoven, tempers could flare up already. The scene is from the Italian comedy with fulminant stop of the driver turned to the lady, "But she is female? ". This looks around and look for comfort, if not confirmation, but found only stunned faces. The kind of understand it that big, then continues: "So let me explain without interruption, we would be here this man who has risen precisely at Tiburtina reservation, which you should never do ... but fortunately was available place in the bunk C4 comfort, unfortunately is all occupied by females, and she understands well ... then I ask, on behalf of the ladies of course, the courtesy switch places. Ah of course the gentleman has is willing to pay the difference of the ticket price, and then she'll be more comfortable that here, "ended his homily by deforming even more looking around his mouth as if only then noticing the neglect of the exhibition.
The Professor says he has nothing against it, just someone who carries the luggage, would also pay the difference, since you will enjoy the most comfortable and the Lord. While the man looks out from the door and take the luggage eager prof, the Navy can get around to examine the towel and, with a nice hole control, definitely puts it in the hands of the driver.
The newcomer is actually from Turin where he works as a driver vendor for years and he is returning to Palermo from the family to spend holidays. A Rocco just does not go down that have called the master, because it seems good to look younger ...
Meanwhile some of the guys pulled out the cards, hurry now all the bureaucratic formalities-culinary-stations, and everyone feels relaxed ready to play. After a trump male-female pairs and another in reverse, where he has not ever managed to figure out who had over 60, someone proposes to change the game and pulls out all the strange colored cards.
We try to involve the Lords: the brother of the driver takes care provider and her sister, maybe just because he is sitting beside Rocco. "He wants to play too she "asks blinking like a porcelain doll.
Rocco that now can not look away from quell'involucro white flowers, played his cards: "You shall know, but if we let her lose that embarrasses me. My name is Rocco. "

He said just like that ... st'impunito

Saturday, October 17, 2009

When You Shower I Pikachu

June 20 LOOK - Miranda do Douro

the footsteps of Jose Saramago

Incredible! I have to look at the sun. The air is so bracing that my nose finds comfort in the tissue. Find out from the museum (except for a few things madonna with child "Polychrome granite" that, until he touches it, you do not believe ...). I woke at the usual time and I had breakfast in the restaurant. I came to meet a lower chamber, neither young nor old, saying that it was self service, then down again to speak at a table with a gentleman.
"And 'Mr. War?" I wanted to ask ... but then, if it was, what to do next? and if it had been, there would come a little uplifting comedy ... I mean I ate and I paid with VISA. Another waiter brings me my suitcase to the car.
It 'good to shoot on the streets of the cool look, but maybe you should go in the SE to better see the altarpiece of the main altar. The work is impressive, but lacking momentum. I should point out, hung on the windows, spider webs, black as night, is not an easy thing to remove them, in heaven above ...

Finally I sit still on the bench of a church, like the bums De Gregori , but without smoke. E 'SE of Torre de Moncorvo now Tras-os-Montes. A long way I did and I still have so much to do before nightfall. And 'perhaps the longest leg of this trip, certainly the most tormented, because of the curves, mountains and rivers.
This time the air in the vault is full of a secular Fabello (that shiny new and nice) expanded by a full hands Barefoot woman on the side altar which cleans everything quest'abbandono. If it looks clean a nonsense ... but it is not, try it.
Looking good, women are different, at least five and you are brave, that the church is great and a lot of dust. Then that smell, as well as do well to wood, it stimulates thoughts on uncertain and anomalous ways: what I wrote is proof.


This is a cruise power, supported by massive cylindrical columns. The three naves are the same height, to create a space for "big room" at all interesting.
I moved to the churchyard, where a long stone bench as a bench that goes all around the church.
The sun no longer burns more and I take this opportunity to recap the trip so far from view.

I went for Almeida, a city-fortress, now out of the world, as some villages by electric trains, with the post office, the immaculate facades, the clock tower on the square, the gardens, loggias with bar tables, everything perfectly clean and tidy, because its missing the train ...
I continued to Castelo Rodrigo, even abandoned, if not for the restoration and adaptation, but if this was better for him if they were forgotten completely.
Then I ventured to a small road between the fields to the monastery of Aguiar, where man has stalked me the key / escorted, shouting in his language, a lengthy commentary essential to the stranger, dressed up with many muy bonito, Just to be international. Are you expecting a prize, was disappointed: the traveler continued on his way.
To get here in Torre de Moncorvo I crossed and recrossed the Douro , mighty river that is missing in Italy.

The grim facade of this church is missing from us, with this huge bell tower that is the whole front, a long series of "pins" marks the seats of stone and could not, too, being made of the same subject.
It 's late, I have to restart for the final goal of Miranda do Douro and are perhaps only half way.
shame because the town seems interesting, with a life of its quiet rhythms and bland, but certainly different.

Mogadouro only has a stop for some photos to a donkey or a mule (the responsibility of the traveler is not up to the rural environment) that seek some green wire in the ruins of an old tower, the same as the painter-boy of English. In fact, even today there is a painter, who certainly is well once he was a boy, but I did not read it yet the episode and then add gloss to the rear.
The road is long and endless, then finally to a road straight up and down I decided, finally you get to Miranda.
Seeking accommodation and now I find it nice and cheap, and once more called Tourism. Usually with a shower and relax Superquark new for these parts. From outside come the goals for Portugal, which must have overwhelmed the Germans, judging by frequency of roars. I go out for dinner, but is in the old part (beyond the bridge) that there is no restaurant in the new open, and this evening is not to be picky or difficult.
Here in the mountains, the border area, moreover, the night falls early and fast, all adapt except the tourist who would like to find nightlife and attractions as if it were to Lisboa. Since however there are no other hobbies and everything seems dead, except for some light and joy at the victory decomposed football, the traveler, and sadly it back slightly in the room (No. 309).

Thursday, October 15, 2009

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MESSINA TO THE' OPENING OF CONSTRUCTION OF THE BRIDGE. It sounds ridiculous but instead 'SO'.

Berlusconi Matteoli and continue to reiterate that the date of commencement of work of the bridge over the Strait of Messina is not questioned and will be in December 2010.
E 'clear the extreme embarrassment of the mayor and his council in the face of these recent statements. No answer was given, none of our directors are allowed to say that Messina is not ready, and perhaps the chapter on the bridge and the phase of construction site should be sent.
There are many aspects and issues that were supposed to report to the government our elected representatives, instead we are in front of the 'further evidence of their inadequacy and total political irresponsibility.
cite some examples where I think an act of complete innocence of the state of the bridge to begin work as early as next year.

1. While talking about opening yards of the bridge, to Giampilieri, Altolia, Molino, Navy Brig, Brig Superior, Ponte Schiavo, we continue to dig and may have to evacuate people. It has not yet decided what strategy to put in place to address the problem of displaced persons and how to restore daily life: whether to intervene with the safety of their countries or build new houses elsewhere. And where we do not know, because in this city there are more spaces.

2. You do not have a framework precisely the situation in other villages near streams and hills subject to instability, which may be a disaster similar to Giampilieri.
also never spoken on the critical situation in some villages that are isolated due to landslides every year. To cite an example, the road from a Bordonaro Cumia Superior stops at almost every storm, forcing villagers to walk the path of the river, apart from being ruined when darkness falls becomes a place of muggings and attacks on against the villagers. But this is the game and the ballet of responsibility. After almost two weeks after the disaster of Giampilieri, was not given a definite answer on because of the delays to work to make the safety of the mountain.

3. Messina has few alternative routes to main roads: 'break a main road in the south or north of the area produces a ripple effect on traffic throughout the city. If we add the fact that there are no lanes for emergency vehicles, it all becomes even more problematic. An emergency situation can be transformed instantly into a tragedy.
In some districts of the south such as Contesse, the movement of goods loading and unloading of different businesses, every day is blocking traffic around the village, sometimes leaving no space even to the simple walkway.

4. Another point is that you do not particularly, and as we have seen in the specific case of Giampilieri, a ruling class able to manage the phase of the construction of 'work.

It 'obvious that you are not doing any prediction by seeing, or resulting from absolute opposition to' the work of the bridge, but you are only making an objective assessment of real and current situation of the city.
So enough with these statements and conclusions only the result of absolute stupidity, Messina would not be able to withstand years of construction site for the construction of the bridge, at this stage would cause effects and disastrous consequences for the liveability of our city.
For these and other aspects I could mention, I still wonder how we can speak of the beginning of construction of the bridge even starting next year.
Messina should seek to establish and manage other sites, that the bridge must absolutely and necessarily be postponed.

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storms in Messina: chronicle of a tragedy waiting to happen

On days 1 and 2 October, a violent storm that has engulfed Messina. Lineup and Giampilieri Zanclea are the worst affected areas. Between anger, tears and mud there are now victims of a tragedy long foretold.

I saw my despair and cry city. Now all Messina we are really worried.
Today we must think more than ever to our land, our victims, our people who had to leave their homes and are now seeking help from the community.
reigns of terror, the bitterness and the feeling of abandonment. You feel no way 'out, as if the mud that gives no respite was the embodiment of the fears that cross the minds of all the people of Messina, who for many years no longer find meaning to their life here at Messina.

Today we are even more confused : also hope to build a better future in this city seems even more distant.

Giampilieri no longer exists and this fraction as many more likely to disappear if you do not take appropriate and necessary action. The measures ... in fact. Yesterday, President Berlusconi has promised to build "new housing" for the displaced. Such districts, though? Buried as the concrete, Messina has no more free spaces in which to build.

I walked across some of the areas affected by the storms : Giampilieri, Ladder Zanclea, Navy Brig, Santa Margherita, Ponte Schiavo, the villages that few knew before this tragedy, and few knew to be threatened by landslides, mudslides and storm surges. Yet that same mountain
Giampilieri Higher in 2007 had shown signs of slowing down. In 2007, the same .

to secure funding did not come for a serious error of assessment 'area, which was not classified as a hazardous area. To confirm this, the ratio of PAI Sicilian (Piano hydrogeological): Giampilieri the area was not considered at risk because the hydrogeological town of Messina had not reported to the region.

announced tragedy because this city has a history of wild land use: the houses were built without the proper distance from streams, sandy soils in geologically incapable, unstable and prone to failure, but most of the houses are no longer terms, almost all healed from previous amnesties.
tragedy might have been avoided with more careful and accurate risk assessment and hazard in those areas.

In my experience a few hours in the places affected by the storms be assailed by the sounds of sirens of emergency vehicles. I stop to listen to the voices and stories of people and maybe I can feel something more than the tragedy that Messina is experiencing at this time.
meets a boy about 20 years is not the place, it is a curious and even a journalist, but is there from morning to dig in the mud and rubble hoping to find his friend alive. Do not tell me much, I do not ask another, already enough for me to understand.

I stop in an alley covered with about five feet of mud and I find no way out, I see people shoveling the mud in front of their houses, the mud. Later a group of guys trying to pull the car out of the mud and I try to help him.
Not all on-site, however, are there to lend their aid: in this drama, unfortunately, there were jackals who tried to take advantage of the tragedy.
still raining and almost dark. Rescuers continue to dig and meanwhile I get the first bus came to take away from this nightmare displaced.

I reflect on the fact that the tragedy is confined to small villages.
way home I notice that after a few kilometers from the disaster everything seems normal as if nothing had happened.
And if this drama remained peripheral, and as such be forgotten?

Fortunately many people are responding with any form of solidarity and practical help : centers for fundraising and for essential civilian needs, teams of volunteers in sorting centers and at the hotels to bring comfort to the displaced citizens.

I read the latest news in the papers: death toll rises and with it the pain, anger, bitterness. Many people still unaccounted for. Meanwhile, we continue to dig.
I call friends, want to organize teams shovellers in areas affected by the storms.
That mud is all of us and together we have to shovel it.

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Messina is a "cesspool"? Let's talk!

indignation or reflect here before the two common reactions to criticism. In these two positions has divided the city of Messina Antonello Caporale against the journalist who called together in Reggio Calabria, a "cesspool." This was unjustified insult or a courageous and necessary complain?


journalist Antonello Caporale called Messina and Reggio Calabria 'two sewers'
In recent weeks the Republic of journalist Antonio Caporale is the main topic of talks Messina. Not for the release of his book Mediocre, which also speaks of Messina Strait Bridge, nor for his work on the city newspaper, but rather because the TV talk show "Exit" it is possible to define Reggio Calabria and Messina "two sewers of the city."
The outcry over his words managed to stir the hearts of many Messina who are divided between those who are outraged believing those words an insult to the dignity of citizens (up to the lawsuit by the Mayor of Messina Giuseppe Buzzanca) , who has spoken in defense of Corporal and who (The committee "Young and Messina") has decided to intervene and open a debate by inviting the reporter to Messina.
Despite several attempts of obstruction by the city government, which are defined as "outraged" and reluctant to accept it, the debate with the journalist was there and was held in two sessions: the first in a library, where it is mostly presented his book "mediocre", and the second in a very popular youth club in town, Guernica, cultural and political center for the youth representative Messina.
words Antonello Caporale, therefore, have offended the poor and driven talent.


"I I accuse the misrule (...). But poor governance is not a product of the devil calls all personal responsibilities "
This is, in fact, way more often explained through blogs and emails of apology that the journalist sent to the citizens of Messina:" I apologize, then. with excuses, necessary and I hope useful, because the tone of the accusations, although reported in a very little wrong, does not seem excessive, I add some other considerations. I accuse the bad government, in charge of reckless handling of a lifetime, which Messina folded killed as Naples, Caserta destroyed, rendered servant Reggio Calabria. But poor governance is not a product of the devil call: all personal responsibilities. "
Faced with these allegations, "the class of the poor" has not taken the opportunity to reflect and discuss the real problems of the city (and therefore on the grounds that excessive expression of the reporter), has opened a dialogue with no Messina is intervened on the city's emergencies, but rather has taken a criminal prosecution against those he described, not inappropriately, a reality difficult and controversial.
the contrary, the purpose of the meeting was just to open a debate - between citizens, institutions, political organizations, unions, associations - and promote the culture the comparison. There are, in fact, Messina working on a better city and discuss the problems of real Messina Caporale knows that thanks to his journalism studies. It can not be tolerated the idea, expressed by some that "Corporal can not speak because he is not of Messina", or vice versa, "can not talk because he's the south."
Antonello Caporale should talk to the people of Messina, to confront and intervene with them; to his profession is not given any geographical boundaries, if not that the truth of the facts.

For 40 years they hear about a colossal Messina Strait Bridge but still no one has solved the practical problems Citizens
I, for Messina, I believe that we should not feel offended by the term "sewer" spoken by a journalist referring to our city to be offended should be all the problems that stifle Messina. The
Messina, in fact, waiting for hours to boarding the ferry and hydrofoil boats, waiting to be placed in the streets, the beaches that are clean, which is opened in the metro-rail Giampilieri-Messina, waiting under a plan that puts all and earthquake-resistant houses in a manner that they are assigned houses to those who still live in shacks. Messina
I expect to be revalued the local beauty, the historical and artistic heritage, the only things that can still be claimed when speaking ill of Messina: I speak of the recovery of our coasts and important historical and cultural centers of the past, such as the wonderful and forgotten Abbey Mili San Pietro.
And while they wait, they hear from those same Messina Strait Bridge in 40 years, the longest bridge in the world, which so far is only the most expensive bridge ever built in the world. This
exhausting waiting for concrete actions, even before any word of a journalist, should provoke anger and indignation of the citizens. A

arouse the indignation of Messina should be the issues that are suffocating the city, not the words of Corporal
Antonello Caporale did not merely expressing a sentiment shared and writes well in his blog Magradotutto Cerami Gabriella: "What he said Caporale is not in contradiction with the feeling of dissatisfaction that is felt in the city."
However, Messina on this occasion proved to be not only theater but also dissatisfaction with sterile house of people who have welcomed the journalist and took advantage of his presence to talk about themselves and their problems, thereby opening a debate that had tried several times to close.
The two-day Messina, as well as offering the possibility of a Corporal and know many people talk about himself and his book, has produced a discussion and a comparison that perhaps set in motion the machinery of the talents and contrasts to mediocrity, that speaks of Corporal in his book. The journalist
Messina greeted with these words: "I believe that collective reflection is much more useful than a lawsuit, but if the lawsuit is to do discuss, it is useful too."

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Compering In The Function

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footsteps of Saramago

I'm sitting on a bench in the SE, I look at the ribbed vaults and pillars, the walls stripped of men, if not by time ... and listening to soft music (Bach, perhaps) coming from the speakers and bounces against the rocks I said earlier. There's a good atmosphere, also near the site of the cloister and the workers who speak and the things that fall. I paid the bill at the hotel after breakfast, and I ventured to the Clio up the rough stones of the old town, which seems to be a bumpy one with the soil. But then I found a parking lot and brought back to Rossio.
Today the sky is mostly cloudy and the air is still fresh. Turning the self, I can not see the baptistery, in the right transept, because it is enclosed by an iron grate. If I had the battery with me in my suitcase, I would have justified the additional weight. I do see the nodes in the center ribs of the transept (sometimes) and I decide that the music of Vivaldi. The central altar or
the higher 90s, the work of a certain Luis Cunha, who did not deserve to be sued, but you should also mention the horrors (there are pyramids in each orthogonal view!) and hope it will not happen again, even in this land so lots of good architects.
The air becomes known; shame not to know the music to transcribe. How can I trust the memory to find confirmation of my assumptions? (In fact, back home, for my efforts, I do not remember even a piece of that sweet harmony). In the cloister
men with cleaner, brushes and water clearly the stone with moss and stains of time. On the first floor repair or refer others to the ceiling of the loggia boxes. Forms the Italian Renaissance cloister, but here the times do not match. More is not visible due to the ongoing work. So I ran the risk of meeting the guidance, skilled in word play and nonsense, that he so saddened and darkened the traveler.
Since Monday, the museum is closed Grao Vasco (I had a good idea yesterday ...) and then you just have to take the car (because the ticket is time 'to end).

At 13 Clio sat in a parking lot in Red Mangualde. I came here after immemorial as the vicissitudes of road signs, road reports are short, are clearly an option on the roads local, as it is supposed that the premises know what to do and where they go, unlike tourists, that they are the highways!
I eat, because the country offers very little from the artistic point of view (the map of tourism workshop is a photocopy of who knows how many other craft items, before climbing back to the original map but the only ...); Local to me like it is full of people, apparently in business break. Then do 'apples to the bottom of the Ovar and allotment. Half an hour later, however, I stop at the entrance to Gouveia, the restaurant "A Brasa" regional cuisine, which, to grab the handle of the entrance, I was afraid it might be only in a mirage. I choose the 'plato del dia "because I care: capri au oven with potatoes and rice. It will be hungry, but goes down to taste a pity that I can not water it with wine, still having to drive up to Watch. All this then, including coffee, for only 1000 crowns.

I'm sitting on the walls of the castle of Linhares, and instead of the magnificent landscape of mountains and valleys, the story of how I've filled the guts!
It 's a strange day, there's fog and clouds alternate with sun, swallows circling above the chaotic remains of the castle. The country is almost like once, even the residents are out of fashion in their clothes. I want to see him get better. I crossed by car, but then I regretted it and almost so ashamed of it, on four wheels: these roads are made by man for man, so I parked outside the country, as once they were all foreigners, with their wagon or horseback.
This is about the plant's View of Self. Compared to Viseu, identical in all three spatial dimensions, this is Gothic sucked up. There looked like some moldy cellars, only missing the smell of wine profane, replaced by that of the candles, maybe not as sacred but pleasant. The six side altars are clearly inspired by Renaissance and later. Overall, the atmosphere in every way it still seems that original light (included). I made the rounds from outside the perimeter to describe, but it is not easy with work in progress. So I ended up sitting on the coffee table, very unstable, a bar on a porch sipping a cerveja. Many young people at the tables, I saw many arrive in the city, like leaving a school. But we should be out of season and out of slot ... there are tables and tables of the only boys only girls but also some joint committees.
few black people until now, whereas last year, to the south, I encountered many. A few of them wept and prayed in itself, regardless of looks concerned, then exit the car that was waiting, with a white driving.
back to the story: in front of a D. Sancho I of bronze with a plastic worthy of Brezhnev period. The porch is rather a kind of "Sottoportego" Venetian, just over 2 meters high, supported by granite columns, in an architectural order indefinable, but that would be classic. Yet they would need the care of men who are struggling with water and Raspini this morning in the cloister of Viseu.
's almost 19 and I do not want to find accommodation for the night. I've seen on the road that specified, but it seems too expensive and out of reach. Look at this, no longer young, that 'to say to all those who pass, you just have a little' physical. The waiter a boy brushed the Tin-Tin. In short, the beer is over, it's time to go.

What I saw at the entrance of the city, it was just a sign, the hotel is much closer to the center and also is not expensive. Certainly some complaint 'the signs of aging, but retains a certain charm. The rooms are outdated, but clean, the pool is almost a pond instead of a greenish color. Too bad. In room 323 there is also a balcony and TV and RaiDue RaiUno. Arriving just in time for the Italy-Sweden match, I lay in bed and relax. I take a shower in the range of tones. Meanwhile, Italy won 2-1. I warm clothes, because we are more than 1000 meters above sea level (with all these ups and downs I had not realized the thing, until, in the bathroom, I leafed through the guide: the highest town in Portugal!) and I go to eat in a place that I spotted today afternoon.
I wanted to also try the hotel restaurant de Turismo, because I think it unwise to that of the traveler, that the history of the head waiter and his sister died at 7 years, but I'm not sure, and even the waiter if he were dead? In Belo Horizonte
eat things of the past (à Chourizada Regionals) as fat, because then there was no heating and we worked hard. Not satisfied, albeit with a finish of chocolate mousse.
Way a while to digest, but it's really cold and I would not block the intestines, which already has some serious problem to tie the pork with chocolate! In the room I
23 ° C; sleep happy tonight!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

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footsteps of Saramago

Today seems like a much cooler day (24.5 ° C in the room). I am in the cloister of the former monasteiro de Jesus, now a museum of Aveiro. Pull the end of a tune that only yesterday I dared not even imagine. The museum is open on Sunday not only, but free.

I woke up well this morning: fresh and rested. I had breakfast "Continental" hotel, a hotel that has seen better days, perhaps under a dictatorship? but that still retains the charm of time. The room is all wood and creaks like the inside of a brig. The waitresses are old and for many customers of the day, their uniforms old ways obsolete. It 's a place where it is hard to imagine sitting at a table, his face torn down and turned off the Pereira Mastroianni. The eighteenth century facade but is really nice and well kept.
the streets almost deserted, I like to take some pictures. I watch people leave the function in the Church of Mercy. The façade with a portal Manueline tiles and is really nice, but it is well exposed to the sun, I do not know if the photo will be feasible. Carefully observing the faces and movements of the faithful, sense, or seems to sense that these Portuguese look like 20/25 years ago the Italians'. It 's a feeling that does not find plausible reasons, but often the impressions of the skin are also more equitable.

Then, instead of returning to campus after 5 years in the hot sunshine makes me decide to beaches.
There is a long strip of land between the sea and the lagoon (called the Costa Nova), lined with many houses designed by local architects, but there are also examples of speculative houses and fishermen, and these latter is the most features with the vertical slats of wood colored alternately white and red or green or blue or ... Back with the Mind to the previous year, Peniche, Nazaré, Figueira da Foz.
take a sample of sand, clear enough, for the collection. The beach is behind a dune, but does not prevent the sea view and is less crowded. I wash an apple under the gargoyle remained open as possible and eat it, enjoying the bitter taste. There is no need to stop, and go on to Ilhavo.

Here I should visit the naval museum but is closed for renovation and expansion. The museum of ceramics would instead open, but I can not stand the ceramic always jump the boards and display cases in museums and only think of a museum of ceramics makes me sick.
Step by Agueda almost nonstop, are attracted to the greenhouse Caramulo. The landscape is really unexpected and the smell of resin permeates the warm air. The road becomes more winding and seems to rise without end and goal. A
Caramulo there is only a few resort spa and hotel for the museum. Today is a day of museums and even at this later, perhaps because the place looks kitsch and I'm afraid the scam. The ex-sanatorium (but will it?) Is almost deserted. The time seems to run slow or slide at all, certain places seem to mountain tracks, the air is pure and peroxide.
go down precipitously, as they rose slowly, going around the maximum slope towards Tondela.

E 'a time that does not lend itself to thoughts, if I can soon get to Viseu in time to see something.
But the city is all a yard so I can not lose that. It is now late for the visits, then I try accommodation, but there is no indication and the adventure continues ... Finally I find a residencia to Moinho de Vento ***, evocative name, but not very responsive to the expectations.
E 'in room 206 that I write these lines (from the mercy of the people from the church). These are the 23 and I'm really tired and it does not have dinner. The traveler may have impressed me with his qualms about not explicit, or perhaps it was not ... In short, if I Viseu has reserved only disappointment, this should not be an appropriate and then dribbling the traveler's literary articles, direct statements that hospitality must be unknown in this land.
least the AC works tonight, the fact remains that I can not do down the thermostat below 26.5 ° C. I see TV in the synthesis of GP, the Ferrari one-two, then slept.