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Stories and News No. 702 Last post of the year, with a video. See you in the new one. Best wishes and many thanks to those who were here. There is the story. No 'once upon a time'. There is now... Also on Stories and News: Subscribe to RSS headline updates from: Powered by FeedBurner

Stories and News No. 701 Once upon a time there was Christmas. Known and obvious story. Lights and music. Decorated trees and balls. Festoons and songs. The famous father with the big smiling face. Music and lights. Stale story, no surprises. Until the paper goes away, the box is broken and… Here is the Gift. But it's not over, right? The surprise is still there, sure? We will run together until the end will come. Until new beginning will start. Of this too short or too long year. It depends, as usual, by the points of view. Yes, the points of view. Once upon a time there was Christmas, yours . Known and obvious story, for you , my friend. Lights and music, for you , my dear. Days of levity and shared affection. For you . Among the many. Watching from afar. Or closely. I remember, I remember well. And I do not forget. Look, take a look, if you can, and try to do the same. Despite the inexperience. Of the unfortunate opposite. Fades music and lowers l

Stories and News No. 700 The Washington Post photojournalist, Michel duCille , three times winner of the prestigious Pulitzer Prize, died of a heart attack in Liberia, doing his job. Telling the truth about Ebola. Telling everything, despite everything. Think that just a couple of months ago the University of Syracuse, fearing Ebola, canceled his participation at a workshop for students, although duCille had followed all the practices to guarantee everybody’s safety. That is the story of the stories. And who tells them... There is the story. No once upon a time . There is now. With us. Without us. Despite us. There is the story and those who live in the foreground. Protagonists. Under bright highlights, they stay there, enjoying the latter. Or complaining about so much interest, flaunting fake humility. There is the story and the army of supporting actors, voluntary or forced extras to serve the Olympus. Mythological or digital one, there is not so much differen

Stories and News No. 699 A military plane crashed yesterday on a care home for the mentally disabled people that is located in France, near the town of Tours. Although this is a provisional report , we talk about one dead and four wounded among those present in the facility at the time of the accident, while the pilots seem to be saved thanks to the parachutes. Story of contrasts wrote by the usual cynical chaos of events. Training soldiers and fragile souls. The former glorified and celebrated on the public parades. The latter isolated, hidden and more than ever ignored... Mister General, may I say a word? Could I call you sir, or I have to start by saying something proper due to your degree? Most importantly, may I remain seated? No, it is not a matter of lack of respect for the uniform. And even less of an arrogant assertion of anti-militarism. The rest of us do not have time for this. The rest of us do not have time for common clashes. Because we are at war. Every d

Stories and News No. 698 I'm not racist, I want to put beforehand. I just want a criteria of reality. This story could also be called criteria of reality . I have always believed that one of our biggest problems lies in our lack of criteria of reality. Think of our planet. The planet earth. We call earth a planet which is made for the most part of water. We should call it planet water , not earth . Criteria of reality. Think about us. We define us as human beings. Human? Think carefully about human adjective. Well, we are the last thing on this world that is definable human . Saying that animals are often more human than us is trivial. Animals? The stones, the stones are more human than us. Criteria of reality. Take the Christian commandments, the ten commandments. You should not covet neighbor's stuff . A stone does not want other stone’s stuff. They are both made of stone, so no wish. At the same time, any of us, watching desirable things in other peo

Stories and News No. 697 Yet another news of an African American man killed by the police in the United States is everywhere. As the killings in 1919, the narrative presents the same unacceptable title. I'm tired of this... I offer radical solutions. Let’s ban the colors. Beautiful, huh? I know. Stop colors, stop racism. And stop to pair of useless words in overvalued meanings. White men and African American women, colored people or just black , yellows and mulattos , ebony skin and so on. All away, simplicity time. A few seconds and ... crash ! You will understand, without colors, no street lights too. So, among other billion basic things, no more books. Read as well as spells of black magic on white pages . Because that’s what writing stories is. Pure magic, nothing less, and much more. I cannot abolish the colors? Let’s ban the skin, then. Brilliant, right? Muscles and tendons, blood and heart, all in plain sight. Stop again white girls and black chil

Stories and News No. 696 The news about convictions and ongoing investigations on the new mafia in Rome, with plots between fascist criminal gangs, entrepreneurs and representatives of right and left parties is everywhere in Italy. Here is a satirical and fictional comment by an average citizen, an usual staunch defender of the native soil against the immigrant horde, preferred cause of his misfortune. The one who ever knows everything… I know I know it. I know everything. What? The Mafia in Rome? The Romanians, the gang of Romanians, I know them. No? Romania has nothing to do? They are black criminals? Africans, I knew. ... Oops. Black in the sense of fascist far right... I know and also you know: the bad apples are everywhere. What? They corrupt anyone, even to the leftists? The Chinese mob is behind, that’s sure. Those billions of restaurants… who knows what they hide in the kitchen. What do you say? The culprits took advantage of immigrants? ... Yet I kn

Stories and News No. 695 Today, December 3, marks the United Nations' International Day of Persons with Disabilities . I always thought that the gaps that distinguish us and often afflict us are until someone fills them for us. Deleting them... Disabled. Differently abled . Or, maybe it's better, just you . You, who are here now. Relax and enjoy the journey. Because what you're missing, we have a lot. If it is fantasy, we will give you the best colors, the ones that make wonderful the discreet, chosen on sunlight with frankly hardworking, no gift from photoshop. We will not give you all the stories, but only those that will remain. Forever and ever. And we'll give you chords that will free the body from that pontificating pretentious guy up there, in the skull. No eighth discovery, anyway We will catch among the usual seven, do not worry. Nothing is heard, when music translates the present day. Read also like you and us . If courage is what you ar