Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Summer Break 2017

Stories and News is going to take a break.
Before leaving you with the most popular tales from September to now, I wanted to share a hope.
I wish, on my return, to come up with good reasons for being here, to write and read.
I still think, every day more, that listening and telling stories, emotions, thoughts, and anything else passes us through, should be a fundamental time, an extraordinary gift, absolutely not to be wasted.
Thanks for your attention.

Have a happy summer.

Ale

1. Paralympics stories of courage: the parallel silent victories

2. Human rights stories: Future’s victories

3. Moral stories: Legitimate defense

4. Child labor stories 2017: the monster's legs

5. Women's stories: Miriam's last Mother’s Day

6. Hunger stories for kids: the fable meanwhile

7. Immigrants stories: worlds and borders

8. Environmental stories: We do not want to be right

9. Women's roles in fairy tales

10. Stories about life: Nicholas Green's tale


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Friday, July 14, 2017

Diversity stories about nature

Stories and News No. 1017

Sometimes it happens.
It turns out that a photo became viral, that is, in the long run, look, look carefully, share, like, and tag.
A lioness that nurses a leopard puppy, tells the caption.

"I don’t understand the clamor," the mother tells the unexpected child.
"I can’t understand what you're saying," the latter replies, interrupting the binge for just a second, because this is what it is, nothing more, the time that vain, human complications deserve.
Nevertheless, despite the unusual spread of the picture, and innumerable as vain wars of poisonous words and hostile looks, unpleasant gestures and brutal as virtual assemblages - even before they become real fights, the undervalued normality’s dance goes on a daily basis, even at this very moment.
Just close your eyes and turn off the timid anti-life software that the “inoperative” system has imposed on you to install.
Can you see what I see?
Even with semantic divisions and chromatic delusions, the different souls attract and meet each other everywhere.
It’s all blood and screams on the main window which is arrogantly open on our digital horizon, but the world is not just that.
In the latter, right now, there are people who shake hands, despite what the epidermis suggested.
Others are hugging, incredibly, yes, though their cults are struggling to look at one another through their divine interpretations.
Some are even knowing each other, giving up appalling smartphones and apps. Indeed, using the third millennium’s true magic - vintage method that’s never fashionable, they have got the courage to follow what the antiquated spell says: I speak, you listen, then you talk and I'm all ears, then we’ll start from the beginning, until they have inevitably become something better.
There are those who have chosen to read as much as possible to understand the others, even before meeting them. And there are others who are doing the same thing with themselves, even before crossing the home threshold.
Because the boundaries, all the boundaries on earth, are always passed by one person at a time.
And every time it's like the world was resetting.
Because this is what we are, billions of possible beginnings, not the opposite, for us and even for entire peoples, who cannot even get into a sentence thought for years, let alone a free day-to-day commentary.
Then here comes the perfect picture, in the midst of a
wilderness sea, and we suddenly feel good.
"I don’t understand them," the improvised mother states.
"I can’t understand you," the puppy says again.
Well, it’s clear.
Considering its age, it might speak a bit of Leopardish, let alone the Lionish.
But it's not a problem at all, this is just one of the billions of differences that brings them together.
Because, if you look closely, a moment before you’ll open your eyes again, you will see that the diversity of nature is not at all extraordinary.
It's just natural.


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Thursday, July 13, 2017

World hunger stories the world ignores

Stories and News No. 1016

A recent survey by the International Rescue Committee reveals that 85% of Americans, the richest country in the world’s inhabitants, aren’t aware of millions people literally starving to death among Africa and the Middle East.

We are happy day finders.
A simple one, if you want.
We wake up in the morning with half-eyed eyes and we mix each other between the running hours.
Because, after all, there isn’t so much to see, you know?
Small is the horizon, because that's the screen.

Too much is more than the maximum permitted inches in an average size hand that should lift the world.
It has to be light.
It should be as the air conditioning refreshing face and heart.
Lightweight too.
It should never betrays the intellect, not used to complications.
Lightweight, as well.
We are the worshipers of the surface of things.
Because touching means ever being on the verge of, and watching, soon forgetting.
That's how the skinny, brown child on TV is just a child.
Only one.
One at the most.
Poor, I see.
I'm sorry for him.
Help him, you, over there.
But how can you pretend we visualize the rest?
How could you be so intrusive to claim that we don’t have the number’s perception?
Are you talk about reality criterion?
And what's true more than the image we embrace every day in the mirror?
I thought you'd guessed it by now.
We are the breeders of the flesh.
Smooth and fragrant skin.
Glabrous profile.
Thin waist as empathy remained.
Overflowing mass, most of the time, wanting to be honest.
But the dream remains.
The illusion of getting one day possessed by the divine model is all.
That’s master and slave at the same time of every choice and destination.
Then, let’s buy, hurry up, let’s fill the shopping cart of the bloody fear murdered by the slaughterhouse’s serial killers.
This is how “economic migrant” becomes yet another expression to mark the enemy.
And if hunger and thirst don’t exist beyond the boundaries of our own, full belly.
It means that the enemy is dangerous.
Guilty of his thinness.
Guilty of a scolded face and a disheveled head.
Guilty of clothing noticeable by the long walk.
Lastly, he is guilty of not traveling with an affectionate armchair glued to the ass.
Because that's how we’re waiting to die.
Ignoring life...


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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Climate change stories: the golden toad’s tale

Stories and News No. 1015

Once upon a time there was the golden toad’s tale.
That is, its conclusion.
More than ever, in these burning times, where a giant iceberg, twice size of Luxembourg, has recently been broken in the Antarctic Peninsula, ahead of the now unavoidable climate change’s bills we’ll have to pay in the coming decades, and the contextual need to tell positive examples too, inside the chronic, nowadays aptitude.
Let's now take a leap in the past, reading in reverse the pages, coming back to the beginning of the story.
So, we are in 1967 and the herpetologist Jay Mathers Savage, a reptile and amphibian researcher, is located in central Costa Rica, precisely TilarĂ¡n's cordillera.
"Can you see that, too?" Savage says, whose name means he’s so far from being intimidated by the brutality of the most unspoiled nature.
"Boss," a comrade exclaims, "a nugget! We found the gold, we are rich, we found the gold..."
"But it’s moving," another guy rattles, "the nugget is alive!"
"And it jumps as well ..." emphasizes the former.
"You're almost right about everything, friends," observes Jay as he approaches the sparkling discovery with an equally enlightened look. "We really found gold, and it’s really moving. It jumps and dances, runs, and vibes of life. But, luckily, we won’t be rich for that..."
This was his first encounter with the wonderful, golden toad.

From this point on, the usual Western-styled story, with the pale explorer as the main interpreter, is colored by a reasonable reality and the tale’s protagonist becomes the living nugget.
How much he seemed to be odd at its big eyes, the human with the strange hat and the old camera, in that day of the last sixty’s.
Better, curious, worse, clumsy and intrusive.
Who could have expected the rest?
No animal, wisely faithful to the underestimated instinct, might have imagined how lethal he could be, the bipod in jacket and tie, the one who would never put his foot on those lands.
"Once they’ll see me too," the toad thought, "and they will look at me with the genuine surprise of that very first one, all humans will be our friends."
Over time, as it had happened to many before it, the golden toad understood what kind of death gift they were preparing for everybody.
So, with the water becoming warmer every day and the rains more and more rare, it began to try everything.
It immediately joined each environmental and ecological sustainability associations.
"From today we are green," it told its family back in the den.
"Poor us, your dad has become colorblind," was its wife's comment.
"No, Mom," said the older son, "it finally saw that gold doesn’t camouflage at all, well done, Dad!"
"You're wrong," the sister interrupted, "it will also does, but it cannot match with my brown eyes..."
"You’re both mistaken," said the smallest child, "it just informed us that we became vegetarian..."
Over the years, they abandoned any behavior that was somehow disrespectful vs nature, leaving the easiest, superficial and harmful ways, through virtuous and attentive to the well-being of the planet trails.
Over and over the golden toad came in contrast with its family.
"So much is useless," they often protested. "What does it matter, if we only do it? So many other toads continue to deny even that the climate is ruinously changing. "
"If everyone thinks so, things will never be better," it replied. "We have to do it for ourselves too, and so being an example for others."
The situation deteriorated and the discussion was repeated on a timely basis.
It got worse again, and all went as above.
In the end, even the former jumping nugget gave up the evidence.
"Maybe you're right," it admitted one day. "We're too small to change the story."
This story.
It was 2004, about forty years after the encounter with the curious human.
The year when the golden toad became extinct.
Thirteen years have passed since the last sight of it, yet, I am still convinced that, in spite of everything else, we can and should do something better than our victims.
Maybe we owe it to us and them.
Because it would be really shameful to behave as if we were all as innocent, tiny golden toads…


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Friday, July 7, 2017

Moral stories: of many G’s and protests

Stories and News No. 1014

Once upon a time there was the G20.
But also the G8 and the G7, all possible and manageable G’s.
Even the G1, which is the most credible synthesis, that is, a single, compact grumbling of dull power unable to look beyond the current stock market response.

That's old story, isn’t it?
Yet it repeats, but doesn’t change, do you agree?
Basically, I mean.
Scripts and jokes are ever the same, come on.
You can hire (elect) new actors (leaders) every time, but the show of the privileged, colonialist, most polluting, warlords and exploiters of the world (the most industrialized countries), it’s identical.
Except for newer wigs and more or less eccentric behaviors, the movie review is unchanged.
He said this, he replied this other, they disagree, he offended that other, the latter replied, everyone apologized, because they were misunderstood and the nothingness on what is most pressing for the majority of terrestrial creatures is on the plate.
Do you really believe that what comes out as a concrete result has not been agreed before?
Do you really think that such governmental artists (presidents), perennially advised - so to speak, from their respective entertainment agencies (multinationals interested, banks and money funds) need to step on the stage to decide on the parts of the real show?
Because it's obvious that the real story goes on behind the curtain scene, is not that right?
Nevertheless, the farce has started and runs smoothly without any surprises.
In short, on the unattainable screen, the stars pretend to talk, while the protesters fight with the armed protuberances of the former.
It's already seen stuff, right?
So, there was once what was missing.
What is indispensable, the only way of salvation, for the vast majority of the planet, remained outside the theater.
There were once, then, the g with the lowercase letter.
The g of all the others, foreigners and unemployed, women and young people, children and every human being who care about the fate of the earth and its inhabitants.
We have nothing else to do now.
That's the first thing to fight for.
You will see, on the day of such a global encounter, how they will come to the streets to protest.
The G20...


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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Peace stories: future guilty

Stories and News No. 1013

These days, the High Court chaired by Sir John Chilcot heard the conclusion of the Iraq War Inquiry, which accused the former Prime Minister Tony Blair. In particular, in a concurrent interview, Chilcot said that Blair himself - just as a lawyer and skilled in convincing others - about his country's participation in the conflict was not entirely straight.
We don’t yet know how the investigation will continue, what will be the consequences, however, there are already good reasons to consider that mission disastrous, as well as many similar. If it will also be judged as criminal, time will tell us.
Yes, time and the alleged, authoritative live narrator, who mutes rulings and adjectives with the non-chalance of a hasty, superficial chronicler.
A guilty one…


Once upon a time there was the innocent until proven otherwise.
Ignoring the facts, until a disadvantageous phone tapping came out.
Accountable for them, but times were different, isn’t it?
You cannot judge the past, some say, because you cannot change it.
But you can listen to it.
The swish of the yellowed pages that suffocates under the weight of a confused present, seem to rumble, at a very first glance.
It sounds like astride ravings spoken in a dead language, if you relate it to the simultaneous chatter which, within a click, we condemn the fate of whole peoples with.
However, if you can just tilt the digital hourglass, you could follow the accusing finger that accuses the usual, peaceful coexistence’s serial killer.
The direction doesn’t change, and identifying the

actual transposition on contemporary history is not so arduous.
You just have to arm yourself with a bit of social geometry, a hint of arithmetic of civil rights, and a pinch of human logic.
Then, the game is easy, as the consequent plea that I send to whom will survive us.
Blessed are the connoisseurs of late truths.
Because they will know the names of whom will have to respond about the disappearance into the waves of entire generations.
Those indefensible defendants, of course, but also their vulgar accomplices of low level, at every depth of the instrumental lies sea where they’re impunity swimming in.
Blessed, future friends, because you’ll be able to look in the faces of those who have signed the deadly, unwise proposals. And with them, you’ll have the ability to recognize the supporters of blind action without worrying about the after.
Blessed are the people who will read the tomorrow confessions, which will prove that perhaps today something has been good at.
And they will be alert for the new future, or maybe not, seeing what happened before, now, yesterday, in the third millennium and all the past centuries.
For this reason, please, humans on the horizon, if science fiction has brought something to the point, so that we can gain time and life, turn around and scream those names.
The future guilty.
Or today ones…


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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Stories about life: legal invasions

Stories and News No. 1012

Two Afghan girls refused visas to the United States during a competition on robot construction. The story emerged as it was linked to the current US temporarily ban against six Muslim-majority countries, although Afghanistan is not among them.
Nonetheless, the robot has been welcomed, except for the two young creators.
I think that is the synthesis of our increasingly paradoxical society...


We are invading people.
We are by nature.
We are also because that’s what History says, where the body lied.
Nevertheless, we are also an incredibly raidable species.

Despite the media’s and subtly interested storytelling's manipulations, the demonstration is clear, as a simple fairy tale, good for infants as well.
Every day, now, even at this precise moment, we let us invade by useless words, scrambled and misleading expressions.
We have let them occupy our brain and heart, as if it were the same thing, childish lying easy to break by the first intellect’s wind.
But we like it, since everybody do that, isn’t it?
Why getting along on the asphalt's tail?
We don’t want to stay alone, because we’re afraid of silence almost as we ourselves.
So let’s fill houses and time of machines, period.
They're all just that, you know? But you see?
What about the accessories? Can you miss them?
And what about accessories of accessories?
However, if only one of them breaks down, it's all worth buying everything again, am I wrong?
So, come on, let’s open doors, let’s build non-existent frontiers for the future, coloring jingles and small buttons on the horizon called screen.
Everything for the eyes, my lady.
Only for your eyes, my dear man.
Because that's what we do.
We fill every corner of our vision, just enough to be viral, providing it did not sting with contours, unless the shares will go down, but in such a case don’t worry, close your eyes and dream.
The only true moment of freedom you have is not yours.
The unconscious will take advantage of it and will try again, every night it screams and fights like an amazing stage actor, or a narrator obsessed with the already lost battles, since he cannot help but build satire against the so-called civil life’s absurdity.
Damn awake, wretched hurry, let the sky ban the banal tomorrow, because the next day the silent invasion will continue.
The collapse of one centimeter after another in front of the invisible hordes of human rights and environmental violations.
It goes ahead inside us, at every moment we seal mouths and consciences in front of the ruthless act.
We let ourselves penetrate from the garbage we incessantly produce, between lungs and  stomach, ears and memories, in a mad recycling that's too small to be disposed of.
It’s the premature death of a world we dreamed of, the one we are giving space.
But we are smart, right? We come before them, the other humans.
Well, maybe that's right.
We cannot get them in.
Because inside of us, now.
There is no place anymore…


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