Stories and News

Stories and News No. 694 Explaining homosexuality to children is easy, writer Roberto Saviano said today. I agree. I try... Take the paper. Blank, possibly. So nothing might suggest the best road. Imagine, now. Imagine and draw two people who love each other. Really. Do not worry. Go ahead without haste. It’s a drawing, it may be not perfect. But the idea does, because no one will ever scratch it. Only you. Now, hold this. Yes, I know. It’s just a rubber. A normal eraser, apparently. Yet it is magical. Because I imagined so before giving to you. As once I’ve written, magic is always in the intentions. What is its miracle? This rubber removes the superfluous, the useless baggage that slows down the way. Let alone the flight. Take the paper and the rubber. Look at the two people you have created. Those who love each other. Really. Clear. Clear out the unnecessary. Send away the heavy as empty words. Above all, as if they had never existed, forget sh

Stories and News No. 693 The video showing the Cleveland police shooting a twelve years old African American boy has been recently shared . The blame? The child - because at twelve years old you are just a child, had a gun in his hands. A toy one... My name is Tamir Rice. Yes, my name is. Not was . Because the images remain. The words as well, I hope. For future wisest memory. More human, maybe I lost, all right. You have deleted me, defenders of the people. Heroes of the rights of all. Without cape or tights. But still recognizable among the common citizens. The so-called civilians. You have erased me from the game. However, let me say, you have made a serious mistake. In this game, as in the story that tells it. Dear paladins that save our roads, rules are important. The game rules are everything. They are clear, you cannot say the opposite. Even a child understands them. And even a child reminds them. There are few, among other things. Just three. The p

Stories and News No. 692 In Siberia, at -52C, passengers must push the plane to facilitate the take-off, since the carriage was blocked due to the freezing of the brake fluid. So the flight continued. On the other hand, the problem is never who gets down to push... Those who remain. Those who remain on board. You may easily see those who remain on board. Indeed, you may listen to them. They are the loudest to shout. Those who claim to be angry. And tired. Yes, you read that right. Tired. Those who remain on board are the ones who complain the most. And they are also the ones that have many things to tell you about it. Why the plane has stopped. Why it does not fly anymore. Why we all are in the ground. Unacceptable nightmare. Because when you fly you can always brag of being in first class. And you can always curse everybody not to be there. Hard to do, when the toy breaks for all. Those who remain on board are all the same, tell me if I am wrong. The chillin

Story published on the collection: Italian short stories, a dual language book : True short stories collection to understand contemporary Italy (2017)

Stories and News No. 690 Italian standing sentinels , we are with you. We have understood. We have got the message, brothers and sisters. Where and between the latter two words is not random. As husband and wife. Wife or husband is bad, we agree. Husband and wife, alleluia. We agree with everything you say. Even if you keep quiet. That’s better, in fact. No, we are not ironic. We are serious. Silence is good for us. Above all you remain still, we will arrive soon, but we explain this at the end. You are for natural family. That’s right. Nature is good. To be born, live, die. And return, as you believe. This is true, we are a living proof. Quite the contrary, but we clarified this after too. Life is simple, you are very right. To sleep and to eat. Not eating everything. Nature donate food. Men and women are made naturally. Therefore, all men and women are food . Also the strange latter syllogism will become clear at the end. You are against man and man m

Stories and News No. 689 I read that the Italian Supreme Court has taken away a 3 years son to a couple from Brescia, who was born in Ukraine with a ' surrogate mother '. The latter is not to be found and the child cannot be recognized in Italy. Here are the reasons of the true protagonist of this story... Son of no one? Okay, I'm in. May I choose otherwise? Maybe I could. I wish I could make myself understood, being three years old. And maybe we could really understand what these precious and very young fellow citizens think. Three years old. And even less. Son of no one. Okay, I accept it. I'm alive. Is this what counts, right? It comes first. Actually, no. That’s after the law. Law is equal for all, they wrote. And, somewhere, there must also be another note. You may come out from nowhere. Son of no one... What does it mean? Starting from nothing, some say. With the void behind, others say. Only, almost all synthesize. And what rema

Stories and News No. 688 A dog named Jordan, stolen seven years ago to Mike Nuanes, who lives near Atlanta, Georgia, was found in Denver thanks to the microchip. Magical gift. Miracle of technology, of course. The rest of the story will put things affixed. The magic of imagination... Here I am, Mike. We're back together. Oops, I correct. Without back . Deleted. We are together. What I have done in the past seven years? Excuse me, what are you talking about? You see me grow up? Aged? Weighed down by time and fleas? Dude, you are not Dog Pitt. No, don’t be offended. This is a day of celebration. As it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. With everything in between. And nothing now. Now. Seven years? Eighty-four months, you say? More than thirty thousand days? Well, I realized that you can count, but it is a wasted effort. Close your eyes and open them again. Now. A second, not more than a second. Ta-dah! How did I do? Magic, just magic. Dog magic, howe

Stories and News No. 687 Since the day of death of Edwin, his cat Tom lives at the Medical Center VA, Unit For The Palliative Care, located in Salem, Massachusetts, USA. The doctors decided to let him roam undisturbed in the hospital. It seems that it reduces suffering of patients. Here is Tom’s version... Death. What do I know about death? I am a cat. But I know something. Or maybe it's another one I do not know. Where is Edwin? Who is Edwin, you say? He is the man I lived with. The man who was there, in the bed. The new one, not the other. At the old house. I am talking about this place, here. He was there, under the covers, silent. Eyes closed. Motionless. By the way, what does it matter? It's not the look, the true proof? Ours and everything around us? The noise of the voice and the awkwardness of action are useless pieces in the mosaic living. Because eyes that know how to observe may distinguish the essential from the minor contours without the usual