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

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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

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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).

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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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Messina, a tragedy legalized.

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.