Friday, March 23, 2018

Ata alien baby girl’s story

Stories and News No. 1084

When the mummified remains of a humanoid were found in a mining town abandoned in the Chilean desert of Atacama in 2003, speculations about its origins were unleashed. The skeleton, which was sold to a private collector in Spain, was so bizarre that it appeared in a documentary as a potential proof of alien life.
Now the Californian scientists have extracted the DNA from the bones and rebuilt the true, tragic story of Ata. Rather than a visitor from another world, she was a baby girl perhaps born dead, or dead soon after birth, with devastating changes on her body.
Despite being only 15 centimeters high, the bones had some characteristics of a child between the ages of six and eight. Instead of 12 pairs of ribs, Ata only had 10 pairs, and the head was cone-shaped

Forgive us.
Please, we’d like to apologize, Ata, if we have misinterpreted the truth.
Because that's what adults do.
We punctually glorify the shared error, to the detriment of the exceptional out of place gifts.
We thought you were too different.
From us and everything that reassures us.
She cannot be one of us, we immediately said before your stretched head.
Nevertheless, the problem wasn’t the skull’s size, but the content.
Because beyond the superficial justifications, what scares us most is the inside of things.
Specifically, a brain of greater magnitude, with the propensity to extend upwards.

That is, reason and fantasy that point the heavenly vault as the only possible direction.
Try to understand our limits, before the dangerous mixture.
Even today, where it is present in a child, or future woman, it is feared as the most powerful weapon of mass liberation.
We fear aliens, yes.
And most of the time we do everything to isolate them and cause them suffering.
But not those that fall from the sky in sci-fi stories or undermine our future among the special effects of movies.
Those are us disguised, actually.
The extra humans that our society obstinately exclude from the family album live next to us, and like you are in credit of our regrets, at least.
We are their invaders.
We are the result of an unnatural equation, which involves the cancellation of unexpected shapes.
Finally, we are the ones who demonstrate with the facts of not belonging to the land that hosts us.
So, sweet Ata, forgive us and forgive us all.
Because in the granted time by a distracted, often cruel fate, we have lost the opportunity to widen the heart and not the eyes.
In front of you.
Dear, wonderful creatures.

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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Stories about diversity in the school

I am human

Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher

In a far, indefinite future...

"Hello, we have a newcomer in the classroom," the intergalactic school teacher announces. "Say hello to your schoolmate."
"Hello," they do in their respective voices, cries or anything else could be used to give voice to the thought in the entire universe.
"Present yourself to the classroom", the alien teacher urges him. She is in particular focused in interspecies cohabitation, in the sense of species, but also special.
Because a healthy cohabitation is always extraordinary.
The new one clears his voice, and introduces himself as follows: "Hi, I come from the planet earth."
"Yes," the professor says, "go ahead, tell us more about you, because we all come from somewhere, but this is not the essential thing, now."
"Yes", he admits, as if he really understood.
Then, he looks around a bit, observes other students and continues: "I said, I come from the planet earth and I have got a very clear skin. That is, it turns on pink, sometimes, or even yellowish, where I am a little bit constipated. When I go to the beach, yes, when I tan, I mean, it’s reddened. But it happens also when I’m victim of particular embarrassment..."
"We see that, we're not blind", says a schoolmate in the next row. "On the other hand, I am scaled, with shades of green and blue, and when I get angry, lots of flowers come out on my as..."
"Calm down", the teacher intervenes, "let's give our new friend enough time to understand where he is. Please, tell us about yourself, don’t be shy. "
"Yes, of course", he says, "but as I said, I come from the planet earth, I have a clear skin, and then, what else... ah, yes, I have hair, which is blond, I like short, lately, but as a kid I preferred longer..."
"Who cares?" says someone from behind. "I've got a jellyfish on my head that tells me jokes when I’m a bit sad, but I don’t go around boasting myself about that... "
"Silence back there", the professor scolds him. "However, dear inhabitant of the earth, the point remains. You should work harder in making us understand who you are..."
"Fine, I understood, but the point, as you say, is just that. I am a terrestrial, so I have clear skin, blond hair and... yes! I have blue eyes, like that actor... you know him? Well, no, of course not..."
"Listen", says a female schoolmate at the first desk, turning around, making scare the new student. "As you see, I have fifty-six eyes on the right and fifty-seven on the left, colours of the pupils at random and eyelids that lower and rise at the rhythm of samba. Making the right counts, you’ll understand that I am slightly cross-eyed, but on my planet is everybody nature, then, what are we talking about? "
"Yes right, terrestrial," the teacher says, "you should tell us something important about you once and for all."
The newcomer thinks about it, and then, turns on his face, as if he had finally illuminated what he thought somebody had taken away.
"I would be... that is, I am, in the sense that I am, a human being."
"Human", emphasizes the prof. "Well, indeed, very well."
Let's start from here…

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Cambridge Analytica clients: Ignorance is bliss

Stories and News No. 1083

“You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? - Takes a bite of steak - Ignorance is bliss…”
Cypher, Matrix (1999)

Yes, now we know.
Now we know the hidden truth.
Today we find out that Cambridge Analytica sold user data to, politically and strategically shady third parties.
But let's face the truth, come on.
Do you really think is it the only company that has been guilty of such misdeeds?
Didn’t you understand that?
Have you never thought about it?
Come on…
Come on, let's be honest.
Don’t tell me you've never thought about it: these so-called free social networks, how do they live? You asked yourself, it's normal, but then you said: why stressing myself, when none of my virtual friends do it?

And virtual friendship is bliss.
When you saw polls growing in favor of Trump and at the same time, rigorously at the same time, intense spreading of likes on pages and profiles, sites and anything else in his support, don’t tell me that you have not joined the web’s dots.
Come on, let's be completely truthful.
How could such a guy become president of the most powerful country in the world, having against the opposing coalition and a consistency portion of his own party?
Thanks to the people?
Do you seriously believe that such resounding digital coup d'etat occurs thanks to the average persons, who are tired, cannot stand it anymore, are angry, nobody listens to them and other patented and sold stuff?
Come on, you've thought about it, admit it, because you know it's not a quite new trick, it's already happened: give a megaphone to a shrewd and unscrupulous dude, as the loudness is higher, as much he will create division between poor and poor.
And division is bliss.
While we're at it, do we want to empty the whole bag?
You lived the Brexit vote directly or you just followed it from afar, as a more or less interested observer.
Come on... now it's all on the table.
We need to be high-level analysts to understand that Europe’s exit of a key country as United Kingdom is a fact of crucial importance for all foreign nations, as well as multinationals and secret organizations of all kind?
On the other hand, whether you are a subject of the Queen, or not, the slightest mastering of an international topic involves unpopular fatigue.
And being popular is bliss.
I’m talking to you, friendly user - user friend of this great mother network.
You don’t need to know which client actually benefited from social manipulation by the current defendant.
You knew what would happen, to any modern election.
Because they had already been decided with numbers of followers and serial commentators, between a libelous hoax and a super shared video.
And being viral is bliss.
Come on, at least here, let's get out of the dark, there's always time to come back.
Do you need to read the mess-ups between Sarkozy and Libya to know that the problem of migrants to send their home is nothing more than a mirror for fools to gain power at our home?
You knew it well and you know it better today, but someone had to, indeed, have to pay.
And, from what world is the world, scapegoats are bliss.
So, you didn’t need to hear about Harvey Weinstein's scandal, to know what was happening - and it still happens, despite what they say - between powerful men and women. Nevertheless, it is well known: where the fact doesn't touch us personally, why meddle?
And individualism is bliss.
Yes, we knew everything, yesterday and even the day before.
TV used - and still does - the tastes of viewers to make commercials and commercials to condition tastes, ideas and also what emotion to feel, when and how.
The press never told in the past the undisputed truth that is so much regretted today.
The world governments have always hidden mountains of documents dirty of blood and corruption, until their inevitable declassification, which once only a few used to read, and now although they arrive on the front page, still a few read.
There have always been and there will ever be those who, as Matrix’s Cypher, prefer going back to not knowing, to continue enjoying the meal served from above, even if it’s fake.
Ignorance is bliss to them, and those who exploit the situation.
What yesterday, today and tomorrow will always be a priority.
It's freeing the others...

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Friday, March 16, 2018

Marielle Franco death story of all: we will win

Stories and News No. 1082

There are protests all over Brazil following the death of Marielle Franco, a well-known city councilor from Rio, and her driver, shot dead by two men in what seems to have been some kind of execution.
Franco, 38, was a revolutionary activist who became a spokesperson for the disadvantaged people living in the favelas, where creeping poverty, police brutality and drug-gang shootings are normally

The story of one, the stories of all.
Of women and men, of all ages and other trifles, such as skin color and orientation, geographical and historical location.
Whether you are standing, with due respect, or sitting, with equally dismay, or with all the indifference of the world before the umpteenth cancellation of the best character from the common story, the substance of the latter remains unchanged.
Count, use the numbers, if you prefer, play the card of concreteness.
On the podium the ever-first born is often applauded, come to the world not only already with the shirt on, but also cleaned and ironed according to current fashion.
Also count the vast majority of medals he has got on the public square by violent popular approval.
Count even the votes on the name of the smart wrongdoer, everytime capable of being followed up in the ravine by the anesthetized consciousness rats.
Well, for how many pacts the hate sellers might deal with the latter, they will never be able to fill that same square without buying it.

Because theirs is a story of one, period.
One, only one, whose life will last for a long time, of course, but when the destiny’s scythe will work for him too, the poisonous plant will be torn for good.
Instead, count the women and men who have grown old as young, because the life of the most unfortunate creatures were too much to bear.
Count and watch them.
They have never been alone.
They have never been as many as today, on the street, in the heart of those who remain.
This is the magic you don’t understand and, obtusely, you underestimate.
Everything seems done to you.
The result is coloured by blood and rage, all to the same, usual part.
And yet, not a day will pass that between those ashes, the wings forged in the most tenacious courage, the one fused with love, of an indomitable phoenix with a distinctly human soul, they will get new shape and the battle for the missing rights will be here again.
With thunderous, further noise.
That's why we will win.
Because in spite of everything, the little we have achieved so far is much more than our enemy’s nothing.
Because, you will see, for every murdered at the head of the rally of the righteous people, someone else will take his place.
To continue writing the stories of all, Marielle’s story.

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

Short story about social network


Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher

Hi, I would like to subscribe to this new social network. Because it's new, right?
Of course, very true.
What's its name?
Social? Just... social?
Only social. Without only, social, period. Without period. Do you like?
I don’t know, can you tell me more?
Yup, you see, once you have registered, you will have the chance to choose a nickname for the profile, you can upload an image as avatar and you can post phrases, images, and even videos on your personal page! Do you like?
But it's not so original... don’t you offer something innovative?
Are you kidding? First of all, we’re the first to make available to users an entirely experimental function, which will be the best of third millennium.
Would it be?
Hypnotic characters.
Hypnotic characters, young man. Nicknames, status shares, any kind of posts, the words typed with the aforementioned letters guarantee the total encumbrance of the readers. They won’t be able to avoid sharing anything they just read. Do you like?
It's not bad, but I'm not particularly keen on the virality of what I think...
I understand, I see you. Are you single?
Yes, why?
Well, let me reveal another gem of our platform. Regarding the avatar, as a member you will immediately activate the love virus option.
What is it about?
A targeted seduction algorithm, which allows you to modify your personal photo depending on the prey.
Yes, the person you want to conquer, if you prefer.
I prefer, excuse me, prey remembers me of a hunter, or worse.
Of course, I agree, I'm like you, old-fashioned.
Actually, I'm sixteen...
Me too! I’m joking... anyway, once the beloved person is put on the system, the software creates a photograph that is able to make her fall in love. Do you like?
I'm not one of those who goes on the internet to pick up...
Of course, I realize, but we have thought about all the kinds. That's why with sincere pride I I'm going to illustrate our flagship.
What's this?
I'll explain it right away. You know well that the old social networks are full of fake profiles, which in turn manage thousands of fake users, and sell them to the highest bidder. As a result, we have got lots of groups and pages full of non-existent followers, but they obtain popularity and even authority. Well, we are beyond that, because we are true, not fake.
Can you explain?
We are serious, my friend! Just apply the pro package by paying a modest monthly amount, and put the tick on the adoring crowd function.
What is it?
An extraordinary stuff. Wherever you’ll go, whatever you’ll do, everything you’ll say, good or bad, we'll pop out to applaud and cheer, chanting you name as a stadium choruses. Live! You know, today the most popular use of such a resounding gratification is inside the bedroom, before and after. It seems to be useful for the precocity of... well, you’ve understood. Do you like?
Your social network is new, you’ve convinced me, I really think I’m going to sign up.
Do you like it?
The social... do you like it?
Dude, why do you keep asking me that?
Because about this we’re not different from others social networks, since our investors only care if you say…
I like, or not.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Animal extinction caused by humans WWF report 2018

Stories and News No. 1081

Due to global warming and the lack of environmental impact’s reduction by the most accountable countries, a recent report by WWF, University of East Anglia and James Cook University predicts catastrophic losses of 60% of plants and 50% of the animals by the end of the century.
I could write a fairy tale, as I have done in the past, but today I prefer to leave the word to an average citizen boasting his 'honesty'…

They insist with this stuff.
They do it cyclically and when you least expect it they stand up and point their fingers on us.
Do we want to be honest?
Let's say everything, then: how much do you think I care about the climate change?
That is, I'm interested, but I’m talking about how to dress before going to work, whether to take the car or not - which then means taking it anyway, because I have no desire to daily stress myself on those cattle wagons they call “public transport”. Indeed my job place is already oppressive and exhausting, if I have to get there in the morning already pissed off, and leave at the end of the day knowing that I’m going to face the same infernal crossing, I prefer to be at the wheel of my car, perhaps with the company of stereo and WhatsApp.

They still insist, however, because they say that climate is going crazy just because I take the car every day.
The answer is always the same, do we want to be honest?
Okay, I leave the car on dust and go on train.
What about the others?
What do you think others will do?
What good is it if the whole world continues to jump into traffic with at least two cars per family every day?
Why should I sacrifice myself when no one does it?
Because nobody does, this is the truth.
Anyway, they insist, they talk about animals and plants.
Which animals? I ask. Which plants?
Lions, tigers, elephants? Beetroot? Spinaches?
Why should I change my lifestyle, giving up the car and maybe stop keeping everything turned on at home, as computer, TV, air conditioning? Because pandas are dying?!
Well, the reasons are common and popular here too.
Let’s be honest, then.
First, who can prove me that what they are talking about is absolutely true? What evidence do I have that animals are dying because of me? Because some rich professor said so? And if the beasts were destined to disappear anyway, why do I have to ruin my life?
Second, if it were true, I repeat: what does it change if I only commit myself?
I have one life and that's it, I don’t care about the rest.
Who can judge me badly for that?
Yet they insist and try to use the children, calling up the human beings of the future, etcetera: look, if plants disappear, the earth overheats, the water will begin to lack everywhere, not only in poor countries, the seas level will rise, and other catastrophism like that.
Well, let's be honest again, okay?
First, I cannot care less about other children, everyone must think of their own. I ever gave food and a roof over their head to mine, as my parents did to myself. Indeed, I didn’t have all the stuff kids have today, like internet, cell phones, social networks, videogames and everything else. I already do a lot for their present, now I have to worry about their future too? Let them think about tomorrow. On the other hand, it doesn’t seem to me that the generation that preceded mine has left a paradise in inheritance, between two world wars, slavery and genocide. I certainly cannot do worse than them.
Secondly, what I reiterated above is still valid: what is the use of that, if I am the only one to make sacrifices, such as quitting meat, if all the others continue undisturbed to make grills?
Certainly not to my children, let alone me. On the contrary, they would get themselves, unlike their peers, a
unhappier and angrier parent, that's all.
They insist, nevertheless, they insist, but if they had my honesty, they would look around and admit to live in the midst of a humanity made mostly by people who don’t look beyond their own backyard, who think only of their own interests and personal satisfaction. How can they expect them to change their minds fearing the disappearance of zebras and artichokes?!
I didn’t convince you?
You don’t agree, then?
Seriously, you don’t see things like me?
Do I look as a cynical selfish man?
Well, let's be honest.
What do you do differently every day? And how do you think to convince me in turn?

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World Storytelling Day 2018 Storytellers for Peace new video

World Storytelling Day 2018

Theme: “Wise Fools”

Storytellers for Peace

World Storytelling Day is celebrated every year around March 20.
In 2018 the theme is Wise Fools.
After Rudyard Kipling’s If, Imagine, Human Rights Day 2016, World Storytelling Day 2017, and International Day of Nonviolence 2017, here is the new clip from Storytellers for Peace.
Ten artists from all over the world tell their stories about the Wise Fools speaking in their first language (with English subtitles):


Friday, March 9, 2018

Trump Kim Jong Un meeting May 2018: the story

Stories and News No. 1080

It seems that Donald Trump has agreed to meet North Korean leader Kim Jong-un before May. The news comes from a South Korean official after a meeting in the White House. It would be the first time that a current president of the United States will meet the leader of North Korea.

Once upon a time there was a populist and a dictator.
The populist said: “Listen, you won’t believe it, but I am the leader of my country.”
“Really?” Said the dictator. “Me too!”
“Yes, all right, but you can’t imagine how I became head of the nation.”
“Tell me”, replied the dictator, “but hurry up, I have to go and get other laws done to increase my power.”
“Me too!” The populist exclaimed. “Anyway, I was talking about how I became the leader. So, first, I asked myself: who are my potential voters?”
“I call them subjects.”

“The citizens, I called them subjects of my dominion.”
“Me too! But not on live microphones, obviously. What matters most, however, is that I asked myself the aforementioned question and so I answered: my potential voters are all, because I have to talk to everyone, and then I have to use very simple words, that anyone may understand.“
“No understand, obey. I prefer it. “
“Yes, of course, I agree!”
“Was that enough?”
“No, it was the first step. Secondly, once I saw that I have to talk to everyone and I have to use very simple words, I asked myself: what should I say to them?“
“What did you understand?”
“I saw that I should put people one against each other and, above all, foment their most obtuse fears.”
“Come on... I just think of that all the time, imagine if I don’t tell it my citizens. And then?”
“Then, here’s the third point, a fundamental one.”
“Once elected, I must understand better who my enemies are.”
“It's easy for me, I'm a dictator, so my enemies are the Democrats.”
“In theory they should be mine too, but the truth is...”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know, things are a bit more confusing, in my country so I rely on the facts.”
“What facts?”
“My enemies are those and only those who really make life difficult to me.”
“And once identified?”
“Here it’s simple: I do everything, but really everything, to convince them of being alone. They must not have to know if there are any and those who think the same way. They don’t have to look at each other and especially get counted. “
“I have an infallible method.”
“What would it be?”
“I close them in an isolation cell, unless I delete them permanently. How can’t imagine how might they look and count, then. I think we're not that far away.“
“Are you kidding? I’m a populist, but still the head of a great republic, inhabited by citizens with freedom of speech and thought. “
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that my people must continue to believe that you are totally different from me.”
“Because it's the concept behind the power of a populist.”
“What concept?”
“That the bad guys are always the others, and we’re the only good ones.”
“Well, buddy, you have no idea how much this makes us even more alike...”

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Thursday, March 8, 2018

Listen to me

Listen to me

Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher

Hi, Joan...
Dear Jenny, finally. Everything good? I hope so, because I just passed a day you cannot figure.
Tell me…
Well, listen, yesterday was even worse, but why should I tell you…
Don’t tell me, then...
Are you kidding? That’s precisely the point! Yesterday was disgusting, it could happen, but today I wanted to talk about with someone, you know? You know?
So I went to mom and I told her that I wanted to talk about my boyfriend… and?
And she started speaking about the young girl she was, her first sweethearts, then she always ends up crying, because during the old times she went out more, to dance and have fun, and now she always feels tired, and so on... but what about listen, uh?
So I went to dad.
And how was it?
Worse! He didn’t even let me breathe. He began to rant about my boyfriend, he wanted to punch him, his father, the whole family, his classmates and even Uncle Frank, mother's brother, because he never makes his business. But what does Uncle Frank have to do with it? Does it have anything to do?
It doesn’t…
Yes right. So, sign of evident despair, I knocked on Mike's room.
Your brother?
Who else? I only have one... but you listen to me, at least you?
I'm here, Joan...
I see it, I see it. Then, I asked him to turn down the music, and I told him if he had a moment for me. He didn’t say a word, I took it for a yes and I sat on the edge of his bed, while he was staring at me disgusted as if I were dunging his sacred kingdom. In any case, taking advantage of his silence, I began to talk about my boyfriend. Well, in not even two seconds he started as always: “I told you, I knew it, I had understood from the beginning…” but he was obviously talking about him.
Him, himself, Mike, because he always talks about himself, because he never listens, nobody listens to anyone, and so on...
Then what did you do?
I went out.
Do you want to know where?
I guess you're about to tell me...
Grandma, can you think about it? I went to talk to a ninety year old woman with the fifth stage Alzheimer's! Do you know what that means?
I assume you are about to tell me that too…
Are you making fun of me?
It means moderately severe cognitive decline.
Well, moderately, though... and how did it go?
How the fuck do you think it's gone? I sat next to her on the couch, I told her: “Granny, I'm having problems with my boyfriend…” and she started singing, do you see? My grandmother was singing, I was there, afflicted by my love failures, and the old woman smiled at the top of her denture and sang loudly. Do you know that she’s also out of tune?
I didn’t know…
And now you know it.
Luckily, you’re there, you listen to me, Jenny, otherwise I would not know how to do it.
I see…
Well, now I have to run, sorry if I got here late, the time of visit is over, I didn’t even know you had a cancer. See you soon, then.
See you soon…

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Racism in Italy 2018: democracy’s story

Stories and News No. 1079

Once upon a time there was a country.
Indeed, there is, here and now.
A democratic one, until proven... or rather, killed otherwise.
In the democratic country, until murdered otherwise, a news like many says this: in
Idy Diene
Florence, Roberto Pirrone, a pensioner with economic difficulties, decides to take his life. He leaves home and change his mind, shooting Idy Diene, an immigrant from Nigeria
Above all, most of the press adds: racist motivations are excluded...
At the same time, election day finally arrived in the democratic country.
Frankly, all democracy that it has the courage to build around a single word.
Let's not joke, come on.
Rights and duties, perhaps?
Well, stop with bullshits.
The word was up until the elections eve, during the vote and also the day after always the same: immigrants.
Anyway, as I said, sooner or later the time of the ballot comes in democratic countries.
Well, to prepare for this fundamental event in Italy the political debate was entirely based on immigration topics.
That is, the new government will rise from 60.5 million people arguing about 8% of the population (immigrants in Italy).
Imagine two sides, from the right to the... well, let's say from the right to the rest, since I still didn’t understand where left might be…
This mad controversy around nothingness is the synthesis of the electoral campaigns that leads us to the following observations, which are based on numbers, that is, the indisputable and unendurable facts.
In our democratic country, among those entitled to vote (51 million citizens, 84% of 60.5 million people), 73% were present at the polls, about 37 million.
Adding the non-entitled ones (9.5 million, 16% of the total population), to those absent from the vote (14 million, 27%), the outcome of the consultations doesn’t necessarily represent the thought of a good 23.5 million, 39% of the total population, about 4 citizens out of 10.
At the same time, limiting ourselves to the votes for the Chamber of Deputies, the most assiduous dealers of lies and delusions about foreigners - also known as Center-Right, have earned 12,147.611 votes, which corresponds to 20% of the total population. Among them, the real engine of this legalized oxymoron called civil intolerance - but you may also say Northern League, has obtained 5,691,921 votes, a paltry 9% of the population...
So, we can say that 80% of the total population, about 50 million people, are not identified in the Center-Right, the coalition with the highest number of deputies.
That is, lying professionally around the misfortunes of the scapegoat of the third millennium, gives you the maximum support of 2 people out of 10. And maybe, this infamous couple is composed of one that tells bales to the other and vice versa.
The Five Star Movement took home 6,697,994 votes, 18% of the total population.
In other words, the overwhelming majority of italians, 72%, is not part of the self-proclaimed party of citizens, or 7 out of 10 people.
Finally, here we are at the left-hand side of the parliament, the self-designated losers.
The so-called Center-Left had 7,502,056 votes, corresponding to 12% of the total population.
Then, 88% of the total population doesn’t believe in the alleged alternative to the right, almost 9 out of 10.
Once upon a time, therefore, there was a proportionally democratic country.
That is, in proportion to how many votes you can earn by telling lies about the poor who have knocked on our door.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m now speaking to those outside who don’t feel represented by this minority of bad actors, who are not even able to really win, when the opponent is not there, since he’s not opponent at all.
Are immigrants the topic we really want to start from?
Well, there's only one way to get the primal scene back.
Let's start from the truth, no matter how inconvenient or unpopular it might seem.
As much as it hurts us to listen.
First, we are a racist, ignorant and individualist country, before being democratic.
Secondly, people who come to Italy, mostly to survive a life of poverty and suffering, represent an insignificant number, compared to reality.
Third, they are not a problem, we are, or we have lots of them.
Are we sure that saying the truth could be worse?

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Friday, March 2, 2018

Moral stories: I like to think

Stories and News No. 1078

I read that giant colonies of one million and a half penguins were discovered in Antarctica, revealing a remote area that has become a vital refuge for wildlife affected by climate change and overfishing.
Vital refuge, refugee lives, still alive refugees, in spite of everything.
This free association invites me to think about what I like...

I like to think.
I like it regardless of all, because that’s my mind’s need to me.
A shelter, which to secure life in, and then, reading about those penguins - hoping that the aforementioned discovery’s news doesn’t reach the ears of those who in some way could be an attempt to their survival, I like to think of something else.
In fact, I like to think that somewhere else, out there, among the folds of the known world, there are further colonies.
Whispering it in a humble voice - not to awaken the damn devouring utopias monster, gatherings of a purely human nature.

I like, indeed, the idea that these mysterious creatures are travelers without landing, until proven otherwise, and that the latter never comes to give us public evidence on our shores.
However, not to dissolve from the page because swallowed up by the umpteenth, cruel sea wave, but because their story is continuing on other shores, beyond our parched empathy.
I like to think of it.
That there are exceptions to the unfair script of the world, where remnants of miraculously surviving life, have escaped us, for their good fortune.
I like to think, I said it.
And, insofar as I insist in such a common action, I am inclined to turn back and reason to cold reality, I admit it.
Consequently, riding on this fleeting gait, I like to think of the word “end”, engraved once and for all with ink made of every red, except the blood of innocent victims.
One, simple term, I agree, but immensely powerful in the presence of the most horrible stories we are witnessing in the shelter of comfortable armchairs with armrests: the end of the war, the end of the violence, the end of the massacres, the end, finally, of every tolerated abomination out there.
Outside the naive remedy I call thought.
What I like, too, is the right to think about what I like, which sometimes becomes duty, on less optimistic days.
Because otherwise, I couldn’t write about it, and many others, far more practical than myself, couldn’t find the courage to lay foundations beneath those blessed fluttering castles.
So, I like to think, I said.
I like to think, at this point of the tale.
That some of those precious builders of illogical, unexpected yet concrete wonders had read this…

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Thursday, March 1, 2018

I am different

I am different

Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher

I'm different, do you understand?
I am.
It's obvious, it's not a bias, it's what it is.
I told you this morning, before I left home and I tell you now that I'm back to you.
As soon as I crossed the threshold of my apartment, I had got proof of it, can you understand?
You understand me, right?
There was that gentleman there, the one who never greets, with those small glasses, his even more minuscule eyes and those pupils that are barely visible as they are microscopic.
I have got big eyes instead.
And the nose... come on, mine is bigger, okay, but it's straight, his one has a kind of hump, can you see?
No, I'm different, I'll never tire of repeating it, but it's something there’s not discussion.
I'm different from the lady in the elevator, with those freckles on the cheeks and her blond hair. Mine are brown, a particular one, though.
Nothing comparable to the porter who swept in the entrance.
Well, someone could say you're different, except for your hair.
There is brown and brown, everyone knows it.
Do you understand?
Is it true that you understand?
Indeed, we could talk about few people, not enough to make a theorem, my old math teacher would say.
Few people? Take the train at rush hour, man, then we'll talk.
I still see myself there, squeezed in the crowd going to work, school or whatever their business is, how could I know for sure?
I'm different, I thought crushed in the horde, unable to not notice my neighbor.
I'm different from that young man with the shaved skull and a pierced face wherever there is something to pierce. I would never get my skin like that, and you know it. I have the pain threshold so low that the only sport I did in my life was the race, where there is no physical contact, do you understand?
But you must understand, otherwise what are we talking about?
Then I arrived at the office, I greeted the colleagues, but a moment later I watched them busy in their duties.
In no particular order, I'm different from John, with that gray goatee. I don’t have a white hair even for stress, let's say it, in fact, let's write it on the walls as if I were a shabby town. I never threw anything on the ground, let alone if I could start to dirty the buildings, gosh.
Do you understand? Hey... I’m talking to you, do you understand?
I am different from Lisa, with that pointed chin, I have nothing sharp, not even my ears, unlike Tom, which seems to me Spock from Star Trek.
I'm also different from the girls twins at the reception, two for the price of one, with those big teeth like a couple of arrogant rabbits. I have got a precise dentition, the dentist himself said, face to face, not on Facebook.
You know, today everyone around feels unique only because they believe they are the only ones to do something on internet.
I'm different from the web, because I don’t need people to connect in order to know I'm different.
I just look at them.
Like the bartender who made me coffee, with those tropical forests that he calls eyebrows, and the new intern who I had lunch with, should we talk about him?
Dude, who told you that the mustache is trendy?
In the morning I used to maniacally shave any kind of hair, and you know it.
Because if you don’t, what am I doing here?
Do you understand?
You must understand, that’s logical.
You should understand better than anyone how different I am.
This absolute truth, then, become perfectly certain and it found the inevitable evidence on back journey by subway.
Other people, other time, same conclusion.
I am different from this mass that oppresses my living space.
I'm different from that high guy with a small head and too narrow shoulders. So I am from the lady with cheeks so chubby making almost disappear her lips. Because I am proportionate, since I measured my body, I don’t talk nonsense, and you cannot help but be a witness.
Because you understand.
Because you know that the first one I'm different from is you.
Yet you insist on remaining with me.
Damn mirror...