Fault in Our Stars true story: thanks to life

Stories and News No. 908

Only five days after the death of Dalton Prager, the twenty-five man with cystic fibrosis whose story resembled John Green’s book, which was made into a hit film, wife Katie, 26, passed away because of the same disease.
Fault in Our Stars…


Fault in Our Stars.

Yes, that’s it.
There it is the line where we all walk.
Between an amazing story and the normal, everyday lives.
Between an exciting film and bare ground.
Between a dream or nightmare, both memorable, and subsequent awakening.
One to remember absolutely or discard instantly as a bad selfie, just now required by the loved one.
Nevertheless, we walk, we often run and just as often we fall.
Anyway, on the height of the jump, rather than lying on the ground, a significant portion or even the whole of our bravest pupil points there.
Towards the brightest area of the sky.
Because that is where we would like to see us at that moment.
Because that is where we are, when we cannot do otherwise.
Because they say that outside is not all heaven.
Well, down there it's even worse.
Nevertheless - here is the wonder of wonders, this does not mean that the story is not worthy of the book page, such as the big screen.
The problem is all in the chair, never in the quality of the show.
Think about it, because after all this is what the public for special occasions wants more.
A wide and soft backrest, equally pampered seat and a not too distant vision from the adored scene.
Powerful lights on the latter and perfect resolution are trivial, because once the viewer is really comfortable you are halfway there.
From the privileged position of those who pull the strings of the folktale you can put on everything.
Oscar Wilde’s “Better being talked about than not being talked about”? No, better many to watch, than nobody.
Blame the stars, or all of us for that.
At the same time, however, without having to raise your heads, possibly moving a few centimeters to the right or left, even remaining in the exact spot where you are, you may witness the miracle.
The stories, or the films, which are staged without stories and films.
Reality that does not beat imagination: it doubles the latter with ridiculous ease.
Fault in our stars, if sometimes we miss such extraordinary gifts as negligible gusts.
But for someone they are everything.
As two fragments of the same love they have only five days of autonomy from each other.
Because to them they are something more important than earth, sky, and even stars.
Their fault.
Or better.
Thanks to life…



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Fertility Day Italy campaign racist: a day with bad companions

Stories and News No. 907

Many in Italy criticized an image of the Pro Fertility campaign by the Ministry of Health, where below the supposed good guys symbolizing ‘good habits to be promoted’, separated by a fracture, you may see the ‘bad company to be abandoned’ (together with a girl smoking weed and a drug addict even a black man…)
Here is one day, then.
One day far from the good ones...

It is morning, very early.

Giulia always gets up first, because she loves to breakfast alone.
This is the way she gets the time to wake up calmly, but never completely.
Because something has to keep on dreaming.
Even awake.
Then she prepares milk and cookies for everyone, takes a shower, dresses and goes to work, where she teaches Italian to foreigners.
It often happens that many in classroom are blacks.
Bad companions in the picture painted for the day of fertility.
But this does not prevent the meeting of destinies.
To be even fruitful.
Just as the teacher spreads her national words among people coming from far away, Daniele enters the group assembled in the meeting room in the community.
He goes at the helm of the ship, despite appearing as a regular chair, like the others in the circle, where are the fragile hope souls torn from the dope.
The fascinating, poisonous traitor who should fill emptiness instead it devours all that just grazes.
The bad companions await a sign from him, and gradually open the doors of the common solitude.
No particular excitement, it is clear, but they do.
They do this for the very first time.
Tell me if there's anything more alive than those who resume to be born.
So it's time for lunch and, while Daniele and Giulia also take a break from so much badness, Stefania gets her shirts and start to job.
Actually, no, to dance.
It is a dance, always the same, no music, choreography by survivals in columns with tray in hand, waiting to reach her and the others.
Angels with cap, this is how one of the bad companions sitting in the canteen for the homeless uses to call them.
No, thinks Stefania. Because none of us has wings.
But we all dance to the tune of a perfect melody, between miseries.
The sound of normality, like eating something together.
Federico leaves home just after lunch.
He goes to jail and he is happy. Do you think this is healthy? I do not know, but it is not important, right? Not at all for this piece of stories, am I wrong?
Because he lost the real job, the one with the professionals of the goodness and, above all, always the same habits.
How to get rid with chilling ease of one who does not serve anymore to the cause.
Now he's a psychologist with inmates.
Perhaps, more than ever in this case, you should say with bad companions.
And the bad things he hears are many, no one denies.
But then he comes home and the next day retraces the same route.
Because he knows that, despite everything, the day after he will find something different even in a prison.
Because life can create life everywhere.
Then the sunset came.
For all it inevitably does.
And for once, albeit with different experiences, in the day of fertility, Giulia, Daniele, Stefania and Federico go to bed at the same moment and at the same time close their eyes with the same serenity.
Because, as many who live far from the good guys, they have realized that when the bad companions are abandoned by all, they need someone.
That welcomes them…


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International Day of Peace or Pause?

Stories and News No. 906

As many of you know today, 21 September, is the International Day of Peace - I suggest you to watch this video, established in 1981 by the General Assembly of the United Nations.
A day dedicated to peace...
Well, after read some news, I had a discordant, out of tune, out of sync feeling.
Difficult otherwise in a day which, among others, speaks about usual clashes with the police for the murder of yet another black man in USA, more civilian deaths in Syria, other victims for terrorism in the Middle East and Africa, and other misfortunes on the tragic narration titled ‘The story of migrants’.
It seems that everybody is saying: “Okay, today is the Day of Peace, but the show must go on, I have just pulled the trigger, bought a lot weapons, dropped anywhere death and blood is already flowing”.
In a few words, it's ever too late.
That's why, in my humble opinion, to celebrate these occasions with the right attention, we need a suspended time between cruelties.
A sort of break...


Once upon a time there was The Day of Pause.

We do not know who invented it first.
A Russian, they say.
The Russians, I mean.
An American, the Americans say.
A French, the French, and so on.
However the creator of such marvel did not give them any more time to lose in the struggle for this advantageous authorship.
He, or she, seized the magic button and clicked.
The world paused.
All the planet stopped, at the exact moment when the finger flicked the wondrous machine.
All the inhabitants as frozen, wherever they were, defeating the laws of physics and chemistry. More than ever, the stock market and especially the inevitable, wretched fate, where a few win and the others, at best, applaud.
The only option offered was to watch and listen to all the others. Really connected, enough with social networks and apps.
So, by the very first second of the day of the pause, you had a lot of living images to admire.
The head of a child who emerged from mother’s womb, but not a mother and a child in any way related to you, rather all mothers and all children who at that moment entered the scene.
Maybe greeting with joy at the first cry or yearning with pain for the total absence of the latter.
I could say like the audience in a cinema or before TV, but it would be a lie, since in the day of pause what you saw was real.
You know, the truth wants just a moment, only the lies need some time to manifest itself.
Soon after, in many tried a great pleasure to discover that the pause day was not over yet.
So many saw what present time meant to the others.
The moment when a human being jumps on a boat to come and ask for borrowed life to you and not the exact contrary.
The precise second where our wretched governments, once again, bury in the most fragile soil the seed of hatred.
And the precious instant that would allow us to blow even the faintest whiff in the right direction.
Who knows, maybe after midnight all restarted as before.
And no one had clearly learned nothing from anyone.
Nevertheless, at least during the pause.
Everyone lived, without exception, in peace…


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International Peace Day 2016 Video by Storytellers for Peace

Rudyard Kipling’s If was just the beginning. Here we are with the new video by Storytellers for Peace.
As you know, every year the International Day of Peace is celebrated around the world on 21 September.

The United Nations have declared this as a day devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace, both within and among all nations and peoples.

Here is the Day’s theme for 2016: “The Sustainable Development Goals: Building Blocks for Peace.”

So, this is the way we imagine to build blocks for peace.

Sixteen storytellers from fourteen diverse nations, in their first language, tell their own dream of peace for their countries.
The final clip is made of different hopes for a peaceful world, together as a great puzzle, every one important for the best of all.
As Martin Luther King Jr. oce said: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”
So, let's build peace, let's do it everywhere.




The storytellers and their words in order of appearance:

Imagine a world with other laws. A world where no evictions. Where people have work. Can you imagine walking through other crosswalks?
Beatriz Montero (Spain)

Imagine no human being goes to bed hungry. Those who are thirsty can drink clean water. Those who are sick can access medical care. Everyone should have an opportunity to work.
Hamid Barole Abdu (Eritrea)

I imagine the kids of Venezuela all playing in freedom, listening to stories beneath a Saman tree, in shade, with their families, because a hug of peace is not a story.
Omira Bellizzio (Venezuela)

Let's distribute love. Let's multiply love. Let's add love. But we let's not deduct love.
D.M.S. Ariyrathne (Sri Lanka)

I would like to see my country more inclusive. A country where we recover the confidence to be calm and peaceful. A country where values reborn. A country where people may truly be happy.
Sandra Burmeister G. (Chile)

I imagine a country where in the very first place there are human rights, in the second one… human rights, and in the third? Yes, human rights. If we’ll still have time for others it will be beautiful, otherwise, I will love it the same.
Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher (founder and coordinator, Italy)

I imagine, one day, waking up in the morning, going for a walk in the streets and find every single person, children, youth and elder, smiling from ear to ear, so that they make you smile too.
Raquel Silvetti (Uruguay)

Imagine, there are no extremism, killing and bloodshed in the name of religion in Bangladesh; man and women both are equal; and all human being are honored as a human being.
Mahfuz Jewel (Bangladesh)
As a Filipino, I dream of a peaceful Philippines full of love, unity and cooperation.
Storyteller Pet (Philippines)

I imagine peace through tolerance - not just tolerance of people who are different from us, but a tolerance of ambiguity and uncertainty, because there is so much we do not and cannot know - about the universe, science, nature, God, spirit, change, the future, and the inner lives of those around us. When we can accept ambiguity and uncertainty, there can be empathy… and peace.
Barry Stewart Mann (USA)

I imagine a country where all decisions and laws are always made suitable for children. That is the only way we could be certain that peace would reign forever.
Cecilia Moreschi (Italy)

Imagine a world where we could imagine, in which we could dream, drink, play dress, sing, draw, write, love. A world where we could daydream.
Enrique Páez (Spain)

Imagine there is no violence in the world, neither physical, nor psychological, nor sexual violence. Those who raise their hands in violence will turn to stone.
Imagine all arms are banned, as well as all arms manufacturers. They grow organic vegetables instead.
Imagine all children are going to school to learn in peace and freedom. Those who hold them back, who puts them in a box, who grades them will turn to guano which will be spread on the school lawn.
Imagine there is a war, but no one shows up.
Katharina Ritter (Germany)

Imagine Portugal. Imagine the waves of Portuguese sea, vibrating as music notes that always play for peace.
Jozé Sabugo (Portugal)

Imagine a world where children are children and have time, time to play, that is the best one. That time they have loose, free and not caged inside a clock. And imagine a world of stories, cartoons and novels but not working with a button. I would like a grandmother in her nightgown telling and reading me that.
Lisi Amondarain (Argentine)

I imagine Australia to embrace diverse cultures. I imagine Australia to welcome and care for refugees. I imagine Australia to better understand Aboriginal cultures.
Suzanne Sandow (Australia)

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Nuclear power plant in united kingdom: the ant's reply

Stories and News No. 905

The British Conservative government led by Theresa May announced the green light for the construction of the new nuclear power station, in collaboration with France and China, at the Hinkley Point site.
A £18 billion project, about 21 billion euro, a sharp contrast to the rest of Europe.
A sharp contrast with even more...


I talk to the animals.

That’s it, now I said it.
It is always the best to start a post with a good confession, strong stuff, that leaves you breathless and forces the reader to continue, I think I read somewhere.
I talk with the animals, but not all, though.
Only those who inspire me.
But do not misunderstand, please.
There is nothing holy in my inclination, so we avoid irreverent comparisons with the best known among the fauna chatter, which I do not name here in order to not be accused of hagiographic blasphemy.
Continuing on the path of honesty, the main reason is that it's just me that I speak, usually they do not respond.
Sometimes they recall the look, rarely emit noises or verses difficult to transcribe here on the page, but most of the times they ignore me.
Now I know where some of you will end up.
If you talk alone, with animals too, it means you are out of your mind.
Well, you are completely far from the truth, my friend.
I speak with animals and then I imagine the answers with such detail to be able to convince you of the answer’s coherence.
We could then say that you may sure place me in that shaky position, which to look at the things from, where are those very far from being saints, but doing everything to not seem crazy.
You want proof?
Here I am, ladies and gentlemen, I'm here for that.
Take this thing of the new nuclear power plant in England.
In contrast with the rest of Europe.
And in contrast with much more... like, for example, animals.
Get the ant whom I spoke to just now.
"Dude... do you know that the British have decided to build a new nuclear power station?"
The creature stopped for a moment, moved towards me antennae and eyes, which is always good not to look too closely, they do a bad impression.
It arched his left eyebrow, as if to say you really just called me dude? Then it moved its head left and right and continued its journey as if nothing had happened.
As if nothing had happened.
As if even animals do not surprise anymore with human idiocy.
As if now they had understood perfectly that we follow two opposite horizons.
Tell me if there is more coherent answer than that…


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