Migrants wall: the man who feared himself

Stories and News No. 842

I read that according to Austrian media also on the Brenner Pass the government is evaluating the possibility of building yet another wall against migrants...

There was once a man.
One among many.
They have already been, you know.
If you look back, you see billions.
Because we are so many, because we have been many.
The man, like so many that there have already been, you know, was feeling tortured day and night by a sneaky terror worse than a snake within. A snake within pretending to be an invincible shield to protect you.
The man feared as death itself being invaded… from himself.
Obsessed by the most paradoxical of human paranoia, he asked help to a man even crazier than him. Or, perhaps, much, much smarter.
I have the remedy for you, buddy, the latter said. Yes, “buddy”. Do you see? All strangers who cannot wait to help you with that problem that pesters you so much ever say to be your “buddy”.
Make walls, make walls around, and forget about it. This was the suggested remedy. Simple and quick solution, with elementary words that also a child could easily understand, let alone a crazy person.
So, the man, who had seen first in the hands, his own hands, the hated enemy, did raise a wall on the wrists. Two stone bracelets that enveloped the way between the arms and the fingers, a boundary between the upper limbs and the ability to grasp but also touch, to push or, at best, caress, often to indicate, sometimes to greet.
The sleep improved, but it did not last long, because in most cases the delirium is like an insatiable drug. As soon as you deceive yourself you can handle it, here it comes under another, much more powerful mask.
The feet, the feet had become the invader, and then the man, as it seemed to have worked with the wrists, and consequently with his hands, did the same with his ankles, making them crushed by impassable walls.
No more anxious races, then, but even meaningless walking, enough with each kind of jump or fleeting illusion to trick gravity, end of any absolutely natural movement from here to there and maybe return.
The rest became further more serene, as well as forced, since the recent amputation, but it lasted just as little, since after his hands and feet the alien presence made hear its voice in the middle of the belly and then inside the chest. To mock the man and all his vain attempts to protect himself.
From himself.
Tired but resolute, he decided to make a clean end to the feud.
“This is no time to show tenderness,” he exclaimed looking in the mirror after a sleepless night, “a man must prove to be a man when it needs, to honor the past heroes, we must win and we will win”, and other amenities of this kind.
So, without further ado, he built the most impressive wall around his neck. An impenetrable rock collar, to defend the last bastion: the precious head, where to preserve intact traditions, history and culture threatened with extinction.
This time the relief, if we may so call it, lasted a few seconds, because as soon as they the last brick was put on the neck, the man began to choke.
He tried in vain to intervene to break down the wall, but he could do nothing, having lost the use of his hands. He thought of running away to call for help, but it was impossible, having also lost the use of the feet. Also he endeavored to shout, but it was useless. Having no longer use of the belly and chest, he was no longer able to blow air into the throat, and speak words of any kind.
However, shortly before his death, the man who did not want to be invaded by himself smiled. Because he had lost and at the same time he had won.
Because once and for all he killed… himself.

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Syria death toll 2016: percentage remained humanity

Stories and News No. 841

I read that the Syrian Centre for Policy Research has recently reported the details of the conflict that is tearing the country.
11.5% of Syrian population killed, the majority of newspapers says...

Eleven point five percent.
Words matter, in the true sense of the word, this time.
They stand up, as the cries of a child left alone for too long.
And, for the usual law of gravity of fragile information, fell upon us slowly, in a real paradox, as if it were snowing and no one would notice.
Listen, it would be like saying that eleven point five percent of my family is unhappy. So, let's say we were five, it would mean that concerns only the zero point five hundred seventy-five, or just over half of one of us.
Maybe I'm not.
Maybe I am, but let’s look at the half-full heart, right?
Well, it is like saying that I know everything except the eleven point five per cent of my girlfriend. That is, I know the eighty-eight point five. Okay, come on, a little mystery is good.
And always on this path, it would be like declaring to remember everything of our past, apart from the eleven point five percent. It would be normal, in short, we are a forgetful, you know, what matters most in life is not to go in red on account and not lose too much hair, my grandfather said.
Continuing according to script, it would be like to be dishonest just at the eleven point five percent. Do not look at me like that, okay? Do the calculation among our politicians, I just want to see what comes out.
And again unsurprisingly, it would be like to assert that we had harmed only to eleven point five percent of people frequented till now.
I know, let's say they were hundred, a normal average for a socially active person, it would be about eleven individuals. Come on, maybe at least half deserved it, and the thing becomes ridiculous.
Anyway, this is all exaggerated.
All this noise about nothing.
We are talking about an eleven point five percent, ladies and gentlemen.
We are talking about a little more than one out of ten.
What are we talking about?
We are talking about four hundred thousand deaths.
Among men, women and children...

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Journalist killed in Mexico: why you are alone

Stories and News No. 840

Another crime reporter was murdered in Mexico. Since 2000 the journalists killed in Veracruz are sixteen, ten in the last five years.
Anabel Flores Salazar, from El Sol de Orizaba, leaves two sons, four years and few months old.
These words are for them…

You are alone.

You are alone, now, because your mother has been left alone.

You are alone because your mother was fighting to make feel justice less alone.

You are alone because there is a void to be filled.
And now you are part of it.

You are alone because a lone woman is sufficient to fight.

You are alone because a lone woman, or a man, is rarely enough to win.

You are alone because the vile, you see, is never alone.

You are alone because the brave, remember, should never be left alone.

You are alone because so the truth is.

You are alone because, on the contrary, lies are ever more and more.

You are alone because Mom believed in the power of words.
And despite what they say, do like her.

You are alone because someone felt damn alone.
Thanks to her.

You are alone because someone felt damn small.
Thanks to her.

You are alone, now.

You are alone, children, because your mother has been left alone.

You are alone because your mother gave her life.
To make feel less alone.
All the others…

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The most complicated country in the world

Stories and News No. 839

Once upon a time there was a country.

Think of it, draw it in your mind.
Let's do it together.
Now, take a true fact.
Verifiable with the naked eye, such as the ability of a glass of water to relieve the thirst, two plus two equals four, and the country in question is the second oldest in the world and first in Europe.
Consider an obvious thing.
Verifiable by anyone, as the human inescapable need to alternate hours of sleep to wakefulness, the danger to swallow a living scorpion, or the country is the one with the lowest number of graduates in Europe.
Imagine a simple argument.
Demonstrable at any moment, as the frailty of goldfish won at the shooting range, the duplicity of many politicians of every place and time before and after being elected, but also the country above is the one with the lowest number of inhabitants internet connected in Europe, with the most expensive and slower connection.
And, if you still have a couple of seconds, imagine a sensible idea.
Discernible even by a child, as the importance of health in the life of each of us, the irrepressible joy of a love finally paid, or the same country is last in Europe for skills in reading and is the second lowest for mathematics and for the ability to solve technological problems on the agenda in most modern countries.
That said, choose a contemporary theme, including the most current in the most advanced societies, such as same-sex couples marriage, artificial insemination, the stepchild adoption, the end of life law, the secular State, freedom of the press, civil consciousness, democracy... and I stop here.
Imagine them suddenly appear on the principal table of the protagonist country of this story. On the more opulent news, in the speeches of the most talkative politicians, like the mouths of casually informed citizens.
Well, you will see everything become complicated.
No more simple and reasonable, obvious and indisputable, verifiable and provable.
But only immensely and, above all, necessarily complicated...

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Stepchild adoption Italy story

Stories and News No. 838

In Italy, the debate about the “stepchild adoption” – adopting’s possibility for the non-biological parent, extended to homosexual couples, turns on the descent into the field of pediatricians and psychiatrists, the former cons and the latter pros.
The discussion continues here...

It was just the beginning.
The dispute, or, rather, the tennis match.
Look, it really fits, you will see.
After pediatricians and psychiatrists the plumbers exclaimed: "We are against adoption by same-s. couples, it is against our traditions. As a random example, you will never see a female plumber. There must be a reason, right? "
The electricians disagreed vehemently: "We are for equal rights, it's a fair thing, as evidenced by the First Law of Direct Current: whoever you are, any orientation, if you shove your fingers into the socket you will get the shock."
In just a few seconds the shoemakers said: "The same-s. adoptions do not facilitate girls’ lives. Because, if they have two fathers, who will teach them to walk in heels?"
The tobacconists did not agree at all: "Two fathers instead of one is ideal, however, because then there will be double bets on football matches." They were of course supported by pay TV owners with sport subscriptions, teams’ owners and all unauthorized parking workers in the vicinity of the stadiums.
One voice came from bakers, butchers, greengrocers and all supermarkets managers: "Two fathers instead of one is the ideal? No way, because everybody knows that men without women do their shopping in a hurry , buying just prepared foods and, above all, they forget the fruits. "
Consequently, the toilets manufacturers replied vigorously: "We stand on the side of same-s. couples, strictly of women. We want to see, then, who will leave the seat up. "
"No to the families of same-s. couples!" Publishers, directors and responsible editors of the magazines ‘He and she’, ‘Wife and Husband’, ‘Males and Females’ and ‘Mom and Dad’ screamed almost in unison.
"Yes to families of same-s. couples!" Publishers, directors and responsible editors of magazines ‘Fathers’, ‘Mothers’ and especially ‘Parents’ replied.
But it did not end at all, because as everyone got courage, really all those who until then had not expressed an opinion, pros or cons.
Among the cons, the Kangaroos trainers: because nature is nature, otherwise we might use the baby carrier as a cell phone holder, gosh.
Among the pros, the roses’ sellers: because traditions are traditions, but what matters at the end of the day, is that someone buys those blessed flowers.
In short, pediatricians vs psychiatrists was just the beginning.
Of the fight.
Or, much more appropriate, the tennis match.
However, as long ago an exhausted young ball boy asked at the end of the longest Wimbledon final: what would the ball say, after having been for days affected in any way, if it were alive?
What would it say if it were a human being?
And if he were a child, like me?

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