Friday, December 16, 2016

Winter Break

Stories and News takes a short break.
Before leaving you with the top ten articles by visits, I wanted to share a hope.
That my words have left you something inside that was worth the trip, founding the same. And wherever we meet each other again, here or elsewhere, let it be always for a reason worthy of what we are.
In short, human.

Happy Holidays.


1. Floods in Sri Lanka 2016: where the magic is

2. Zoo to close after 140 years: the weight of time for Sandra

3. Death penalty explained to kids

4. Paralympics stories of courage: the parallel silent victories

5. International Peace Day 2016 Video by Storytellers for Peace

6. Climate change kills Men of the Lake

7. Ninth planet in our solar system is ours

8. Mangar Makur Chuot story and its fragments

9. Hiroshima and Nagasaki story: the elephant and the loneliness of the survivors

10. Berta Cáceres is alive

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Thursday, December 15, 2016

Evacuation Aleppo as soon as possible

Subtitle: The difficult life of those who tell stories and news

Stories and News No. 942

A long-waited operation to evacuate people from the besieged districts east of Aleppo has begun. The evacuation was initially delayed after there were reports that the fighters of the Syrian government had opened fire on a convoy that was preparing to leave the areas controlled by the rebels.
Russian President, Putin, and his Turkish counterpart, Erdogan issued a joint statement yesterday night urging an end to the violations of the ceasefire and "reaffirmed their commitment to start the evacuation of civilians and the opposition through safe corridors as soon as possible."
Yes, 'as soon as possible', like the swift action which we spoke of.
Meanwhile the words flow superimposed on the negligible miseries and change, with the names of the actors on the bill, are changing and they will do again…

In a dystopian present, where being reflected in an extremely accelerated time...

"What I write, boss?" Asked the young man on the

"Well", says the editor in chief, "let me think… ok, let's go: the Civil War began and the rebel forces were organized in the capital to oppose the dictator... oops, stop for a minute, there is a statement of… I have breaking news… WTF! I have the results of the elections... he won ... no! Him? No... come on..."
"What do I write?"
"What do you write? Clear all! "
"Oh... okay..."
"Write, indeed, rewrite: the terrorists are holed up in the capital and the government democratically designated is preparing to bomb the insurgents wait..."
"What do you mean by insurgents wait?"
"No, not insurgents, just wait... just now I’ve got a fax from the Chinese stock market... now I read... what the hell!"
"What happens?!"
"Nothing, stay calm. You're new, right? "
"In fact..."
"Take it easy, you get used to."
"So, what I write? We were talking about terrorists..."
"Terrorists? No, erase everything immediately. Rewrite, indeed, correct: the separatists, with the support of NATO, are courageously resisting to the governmental military forces in the hands of the ruthless President shit! "
"President shit? Boss, sorry, but I don’t think that is the name…"
"Are you dumb? Tell me you are dumb and I order right now a fast transfer in the field."
"No, please... the reporter in the real world, no..."
"Well, try not to get confused. I said shit as interjection, vulgar expression of worry, failure or shock. The last one in this case."
"And why you did it, boss?"
"Because I just received an email by the press office of the European Union. It said that there was a general Brexit..."
"Let's see if I understood: so now I write that the agitators in the capital..."
"Great... but I just read a tweet by the head of the World Bank..."
"So, I delete all, and I write that the ruthless president, enemy of peace and guilty of crimes against humanity..."
"And if I tell you that the Saudi princes have doubled the oil’s price?"
"I write that the legitimate leader of the nation have the right to fire..."
"Well done, that's okay. I see that now you understand how it works. Look, I want to trust. I'll leave you phone, PC and everything else, you've got it clear, you can do it alone."
"Thanks, boss, I won’t let you down."

Here it is, it's all here, the alleged difficult life of those who tell stories and news. Lies flow superimposed on the invisible survivors and change, with the names of the victims on the credits, they will change again.
You are about to see...

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Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Human Rights stories: swift action

Stories and News No. 941

"Only a swift action can avert the genocide in Southern Sudan," said Ben Quinn, United Nations human rights chief.
On the occasion of the third anniversary of the civil war in the youngest country in the world, while it is not too late to avoid the carnage, we need immediate action, including targeted sanctions and the deployment of a line of force to separate the warring parties.

Swift action?
Take thinking, fast by definition, and on the white page suspended in your head draw one of the many walls that nowadays are grotesquely back.

If there are already, if you find the time or lost your mind making them for your pleasure, considering them worthy thing, maybe I knocked on the wrong door.
Or maybe not.
Perhaps there is still a chance for you, for us, at best, for them.
Clear… indeed, just move. You see? As for a dream, the problem is not the wall itself, but rather the place where you wanted to make it happen, the reasons that convinced you to believe it possible and the emotions that are causing you to make it grow.
As lightning remedy, even before the required lines of force, in the form of a peace wall, a plastic one, demountable an instant later, as the famous ones which you play with and now you watch as well in movies.
A swift, reliable action.
As the trivial leap by your
laterally hurt heart to your personal, small “horrors of the world’s room”, the tiny one for size and memory, as much wide and deep of forgetfulness.
And here's where the urgency of the last purchase before the Christmas eve, the end of the final meeting before the budget closing, even the expected goals before the referee's whistle, all becomes eagerness to save them. That's it, just a word, a generic plural which should be enough, but it never does, since touching pictures and phrases don’t work anymore, so heartfelt speeches by engaged star for more or less temporary time.
In short, lives.
Swift actions, such as eyelashes beats erasing bulky pieces of the past.
How many times history is littered of them, don’t you think?
You know better than me that today and the days before are sprinkled of nice moments and no light tragedies, and each time the gesture of a second was capable of writing the nightmare, or the opposite.
Here we are, all with a pen in hand – better say a keyboard, everybody accountable authors and no one is really interested to read the other's page, let alone the one that affects us all at the exact time when the mutual indifference continues.
Yet we are so fast for the futility of life and the fingers speed on the keys to exchange anesthetic, dart nonsense, with feverish voracity biting words are devouring whole souls fragment by fragment, and we run, overcoming every day a new record of inhumanity.
A swift action? We humans are the best ones among the living at this.
This is why we are the best candidates to start wars.
It's time to experience ourselves in the exact opposite…

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Friday, December 9, 2016

Geert Wilders inciting discrimination story in Ice Age

Stories and News No. 940

The far-right Dutch leader Geert Wilders has been found guilty of inciting discrimination against nationals Moroccan people in his country in a verdict that plans to intensify the debate on migration in the Netherlands.
Wilders is not the first and will not even be the last one to 'leverage' the migrants for purely elective purposes and achievement of power. To be clear, he and his friends are using refugees’ image that every day is falsely built by politicians themselves, with the collaboration of servants, cowards or just clicks catchers journalists.
However, the story comes from afar...

A drop in the ground.

The living world is now a small thing. Just an ice island, surrounded by frozen, greedy and unscrupulous waves.
The Stegosaurus still screams with deafening

verses, but it seems to hurt more his vocal cords than the others.
In the middle of the goner, white fragment, a Tyrannosaurus rotates wearily the neck and watches him just a second. Because he deserves nothing more.
He wants to give the latest looks to his wife, as well as the puppy that will remain so forever.
Nevertheless, the only shattering in the silence at the end of the story of the real, true giants on our planet, continue to occur.

Another cold tear down.

The targets of wrathful arrows are them, the newcomers, a Brontosaurus couple.
The female is pregnant and the male, admiring the wonderful, concealed gift, that perhaps will never see the light, mourns.
There is no more time to waste in anger.
Even if it can have any conceivable reason.
Despite this, even if he does not have any, the Stegosaurus insists to crumble the remaining pages of his earthly parentheses in pieces, to burn them in the most useless fire that we've ever seen: hatred toward your fellow travelers.
"It's their fault, if we’ll die soon," he seems to say. "They are big and slow, they eat a lot, too, and take up space that we could use for us. We arrived first, here! "
As if it were the only coherent answer, at that time the tallest iceberg that stands threateningly on the horizon, loses one shoulder and the resulting wave bites part of what remains of the world.
Two Triceratops, orphaned brothers, cross their horns and close their eyes.
They do not want to see anything.
They don’t want to hear any more.
Just remember the friendship and affection that put them in the world.
And kept them alive till the end.

A drop.
Another one again and he will be free.

The further, fatal collapse scares the Stegosaurus, who performs an impermissible leap, given his weight. That’s the power or the dangerous weakness of fear.
Then he falls down and tilts the pale and flat ship just enough to slide into the water.
To freeze obtuse fear and unbearable loneliness.
In short, what remained of his life.

Millions of years later, with a joyful breath, the last drop lefts the frozen Stegosaurus, which, under the sun witness, is instantly pulverized.
To be blown away and deleted by the wind.
Like all of the most useless and evil.

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Thursday, December 8, 2016

World Human Rights Day 2016 video Storytellers for Peace

Here we are to a new clip from Storytellers for Peace.

Human Rights Day is celebrated every year on 10 December.

Nine storytellers from all over the world tell their stories of human rights (with English subtitles):

In order of appearance:

Beatriz Montero (Spain)
Jozé Sabugo (Portugal) 
Cecilia Moreschi (Italy) 
Hamid Barole Abdu (Eritrea) 
Enrique Páez (Spain)
Sandra Burmeister G. (Chile)
D.M.S. Ariyrathne (Sri Lanka) 
Suzanne Sandow (Australia)
Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher (Italy)

Storytellers for Peace” is an international network of narrators who create collective stories through videos. Artists and stories are from all over the world and speak about peace, justice, equality and human rights. All participants tell one or more verses of the story in their first language. The project was created and is coordinated by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher, author, storyteller, stage actor and director.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Moral stories: person of the year and us

Stories and News No. 939

For the 90th round, Time magazine has chosen the Person of the Year, portraying him in the famous cover, which had major influence, for better or for worse, on 2016’s events. It’s the turn of the new president of the United States, Donald Trump.
However, now, at this very moment, is it really Trump’s time?

It’s Trump’s Time, of course it is.
Nevertheless, time - with a small letter, is not only a magazine to read, wrapping each disillusioned hope the next day.
Time is not today picture on the cover, nor

yesterday and the day before viral images.
What images, you ask? That’s exactly what I mean.
The definition of time is no small matter, and I don’t want to face the universal question, right now.
For sure, it's not Donald Trump’s, as it was not Obama’s for eight years.
It was not even Hitler’s and Gandhi’s.
Similarly it is not mine, writing here, nor yours reading, as much as I am grateful to you for having got time for me.
A missing word proves the whole idea, since the only thing we can say with certainty is that now, at this very moment, time is also of Trump.
But it is so viscerally as well of those who oppose the latter. So, ended another time, of screams and elections, a million other moments are born and need nourishment and care, to find authoritative place in the calendar of human, sacred resistances.
It's also time - let the focus on these people, of those who will pay with serenity and even life because of the celebrated master of the hourglass on the front page.
It’s low time by definition, common destiny for all expendable victims by the cumbersome storytelling, instrumental extras for the first actor, the one to sell the film with, never the opposite.
Then, perhaps, moral consciousness would like we choose this touching portion of mankind as the repudiated time’s sons. That is, the only ones worthy of a story far from the vulgar party at the rich attic.
It’s also time of the innocent passengers, those who will board tomorrow and the next day, finding the person at the helm of the ship of the past year.
If you think that they will be even insulted by the real culprits of the bad captain choice. As if being born in another time were a strange kind of guilt.
Time is theirs, of course, but, as already said, it is also of Trump.
Mine and yours.
So let's try to think about time that will be.
If tomorrow is ours, then, what did happen yesterday?
What about today?
Here it is.
It's all here, the dancing design called common life.
An arrogant image that covers most of the screen.
Along with the urgent need to take back our space.
And our time

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Friday, December 2, 2016

UN caused Haiti cholera and other misunderstandings

Stories and News No. 938

With the following unequivocal words, the UN Secretary General, Ban Ki-moon, has admitted that the United Nations employees brought cholera to Haiti, killing up to 30 thousand people: “The preponderance of the evidence does lead to the conclusion that personnel associated with the [UN’s peacekeeping] facility were the most likely source.”

It’s the story of the misunderstandings.
That sooner or later will be revealed, hopefully.
Hopefully sooner, seen from the directly interested.
So it happens to read that cholera in the poor and filthy Haiti was caused by them.
The peacekeepers.

And, you may add now, the diseases donors.
Misunderstanding immediately transcribed, yes, together with the others, though neglected and most of the time - maybe when you turn your head to answer yet another order from His Majesty the Cell, even suppressed.
Yet, somewhere, there must be written that migrants were the ones who brought United States to America and that often America was the one incredibly committed in bringing herself everywhere.
You might also read there that the very first colonizers showed beads and mirrors on the open hands, yet it was only death the goods inside the suitcase.
And even today, despite the false gifts are improved by sheen and noise, don’t believe that the luggage might be different.
There is also written that refugees are like sea waves.
They are only able to bring something.
Every moment they seem to leave and come back, forgetting every time something behind, like a shell with never seen colors and shapes, souvenir of a different day.
Yes, different.
So, speaking about so-called diverse people, they bring just what makes them so.
No destruction of the heart, let alone backsliding soul.
Only diversity.
It's up to you to decide what to do with it, just as you did with yours.
There is also written, simply, that the war missions don’t bring peace and that peace missions don't bring anything.
At worst, they erase and steal, creating emptiness, that goes crazy and just returns itself, a nothing confused in anything that is the only sense.
Of wars for peace.
It’s the misunderstanding story, just like that.
It’s our story.
That we should do nothing more.
Than being born and staying.

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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Migration and Climate Change: a short story

Stories and News No. 937

According to senior military figures, Climate Change will make the Crisis of Refugees unimaginable.
Recalling that the new president of the most powerful and polluting country in the world, together with China, has founded his campaign downplaying the Global Warming and fueling phobia against migrants, I am inspired by a short story...

There was once a divided world.

A world divided in two.
In one, the less crowded, there was a guy.
One as many, maybe with the name that is a card game too.
He was not the very first - and you shall see, will not be the last, to argue that climate change is just a big lie to scare the good citizens with a concrete heart.
Deleted seasons from the vocabulary of every spoken language and above all dreams, murderous waves daughters of oceans so presumptuous as claiming to replace the mainland and mainland with the illusion of living without water, poles in the mood for jokes masquerading as tropical islands and tropical islands so lost to ask: "Where the f. is tropic?"
Nevertheless, that one, like too many, insisted on minimizing the confused spectacle.
"All right," he exclaimed spreading peace and autographed photos. "It's all right, there is nothing to worry about."
At the same time, on the other slice of apple, the same phrase could trigger an immediate lynching.
Inevitably, if you think about with light and possibly opened eyes.
Where nature overcomes cement, compared with the other hand, who do you think will pay more its sudden five minutes of madness?
So, the only alternative for the inhabitants of the below realm was: we go or we die.
Consequently, people with obstinate heartbeats, hoping breaths and all that you can call life sailed.
Because, as once said the fly called Clarice, who managed to escape the infamous Hannibal The Spider, leaving the wings glued to the web to end up between the jaws of a carnivorous plant: no time to think about the luggage and the goal when you have a monster ready to devour you behind.
Then, in response, that "one above many" saw in the tragic exodus what they wanted to see, not to think, fear, not to understand, reject, not change.
An enemy.
Yes, you have perfectly understood the absurd paradox.
With a clumsy sleight of hand, the one with a card hobby as name - but he is not the very first and not the last, trust on that, took all the reasonable dismay for sociopaths seas, depressed air and schizophrenic plants to make it the most successful fuel among those man-made.
The fear of others.
Do not be scared by the snow in August and winters in bikini, countries that become mud and mud that converts in floor, home and future, animals that melt in photos on your PC and photos on PCs that you hardly recognize, because there is no time to remind things.
There is an enemy to be feared.
At best, to fight.
And once we have defeated him.
Everything, really everything, there is no doubt about…
Will be over.

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