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Stories and News of illusions and hopes

Stories and News No. 778 I am somewhat delusional, but I know it. I am also someone who hopes, but do not think big. I do not need much, really. Look at those people who yell and rant against migrants in Quinto di Treviso and Casale San Nicola , in Italy. They are creatures infinitely more deluded than myself and probably they have no more hopes. And if you take away the odds-on tomorrow to humans, filling at the same time their head with delirious ravings, it is understandable that then they become convinced of being able to stop a tidal wave with a breath. Because this is the design of their sad and foolish actions. I do not speak of the present time, the burnt gifts and the bitter spectacle of a brutal intolerance that repeats itself in history. In the past as in the future there is the answer: those who struggle to survive, really to survive, sooner or later will always prevail the mad along the way . I know, I'm a little deluded being sometimes persuaded that words

What Merkel told Palestinian child refugee to make her cry: forgive us

Stories and News No. 777 "I understand, you're very nice, but in Palestinian refugee camps in Lebanon there are thousands and thousands of people and we cannot welcome all." Words and music by Angela Merkel to a young girl, a Palestinian refugee, who a moment before said she does not know if she will remain in Germany, expressing also her own discomfort at seeing her peers living their lives. Unlike her. Then the tears arrived and everything froze... Forgive us. Forgive us all of you, watching from afar. Or close, although it makes no difference to us. It is not a personal matter. If we can no longer see. You, us, me. Them, all. Yet the words abound and evade without interruption. As we cannot welcome all . Or everyone must stay in his country . Italy to the Italians, Germans to Germans and France to the French. Europe for the Europeans. And Africa to Africans... Well, maybe we should remove the latter, otherwise you would never have had any reason

Bear hunting Italy: to kill or not to kill

Stories and News No. 776 “Bears are too many and we must capture or kill them.” This is the solution of the Trentino’s (North Italy region) government to solve the bears problem. All according to the script... Once upon there was the “too much”. A very few notes must be written about the latter on the instructions manual of the modern human beings. However, there is no answer for the following question: what should we do with the too much? No one seems having taught our generation how to deal with it. Sure, not that small bunch of people who has the honor, the privilege and the responsibility, rather than pride, presumption and arrogance to decide for the many. By the way, we should never forgot that for the vast majority of the world the “too much” is something unreal. A kind of mirage, to dream in the rare quiet nights. Maybe you may find it between the desires of the most brave people, those ones with the absurd claim of searching for it. The too much . The rest of u

Migrants drown in Mediterranean

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Racism is a business

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Child studying in the lamplight of a restaurant: three rules of happy ending

Stories and News No. 775 The photo taken by a medical student, Joyce Torrefranca , depicting Daniel Cabrera , a 9 year old boy who does his homework in the Philippines under a street lamp, became viral on the web and now, thanks to donations received from all over the world, he will have guaranteed education, including a university scholarship. You need three of them. All three, otherwise the magic is not working. And so the miracle. As we used to say, it would take a miracle , those phrases that you mutter more for resignation than hope. They are all fundamental, starting with the very first one. It takes someone who brings the light . Indeed, although only one light. Small too, size does not matter. We are happy of what will come, they say over there, which is never as far as it looks. As a lamppost on a street. The second is just as essential. You need someone who will take advantage of that light . With courage and dedication. Dreaming of reproducing the brightnes

Global warming definition: they were so

Stories and News No. 774 That is how we are. We are those of the effects , never causes . We are strict to the point, I am not say who made it, but never asking why I did it. It's hot and we blame the heat . So, to warm up, if you let me spend this trivial pun. But then we look around and the first scapegoat near our ranting becomes the one and only accountable enemy. It's cold and the illusion of finishing the job is served at the table in the same way, albeit upside down. We are so, let's face it. We are those who rush to climb on the screamers bandwagon as soon as possible. Because once we had the winner’s chariot , now the victory is all for the best howler’s blunder in the house. Then there is the stranger , how can you not see it? He is not next to you; observing facts with the naked eye is out of fashion. Once we saw as truth what was being said on TV, preferably by noble anchormen and equally elegant studios of national networks. Now we actually giv

Migrant on Channel Tunnel: where light is

Stories and News No. 773 A man died while traveling on board a freight shuttle in an attempt to reach Great Britain through the Channel Tunnel. Many of us will not be there. Few of us have already read it. And maybe less have told it . It is the story of the migrant on the tunnel. One for all. And all for us. As the musketeers of survival, who with a cardboard sword against cold and indifference, ran with indomitable courage to save the only queen worthy of the name and her valuable jewels. Read as well as a wife and an unknown number of children . Left behind, somewhere. The darkness is impenetrable for greedy eyes and no less thirsty hopes. Fatigue’s weight is indecipherable. And the possibilities of a favorable outcome are unreadable, as scarce they are. But is this not the hero who should receive the best care? Is not him the man who we should stand up for? And is not this the case of trying to get to the end? Of the story, obviously. Because this tale has an e

The Writer and the Storyteller

I apologize for the brief digression of self-referentiality, but I am very happy for the publication of my short essay on the National Storytelling Network 's Magazine : THE WRITER AND THE STORYTELLER By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher The writer and the storyteller should not be addicted to anyone. What we create, if we want to share it, is for everyone. Indeed, for whom among them, even just one person, will accept it. Who has something to share should not be addicted to people. I am talking about admiring looks, appreciative comments, Facebook's Likes and Twitter followers, more or less influential quotations, number of website visits. In brief, popularity. That is what makes our words weak, and so us. I know that this cannot diminish our desire to see our things read, watched, listen, and especially loved. That wish is human. It should not erase the alive dream of our imagination, enjoying the richness of the best time giving life to the stories we write or t

Unidentified young girl dead: mystery and dignity

Stories and News No. 772 The mystery girl child found already dead in the United States has not yet been identified. "She’s a beautiful child, and she deserves dignity here," Suffolk District Attorney Daniel Conley said , spreading the photos of the four years old girl. The nameless girl… Once upon a time there were the nameless . Let’s restrict, a little story of a small page won’t be enough. Let’s limit ourselves to the children. Then it would be just as long. But the characters are small, yet free from vain human complications and, perhaps, they will be happy of this terse but heartfelt hospitality. There are many of them, just look up. On the tearjerker photos of NGOs seeking solidarity. And in the videos of the stars involved in a generous mood. They are there, in front of churches and crowded stores, in the middle of the notable squares and along the walkways between a seat and the other of metropolitan life. “Many are thieves,” some mumble, “of money and

Nicholas Winton Story Today

Stories and News No. 771 Once upon a time there was the story of Nicholas Winton . Once upon a time there was the British Schindler. And once upon a time there was the man who, between 1938 and 1939, saved 699 Jewish children from the concentration camps in Czechoslovakia. As a kind of wonderful letters full of future he had the idea to send them by train in Great Britain to families found by himself. Sir Nicholas died yesterday, the first of July, but his extraordinary act of heroism was discovered only in 1988, when his wife Greta found evidences in an old photo album. And the meaning of the story is... That the real heroes do not boast of their acts? Perhaps, indeed, yes, it is likely. But there are also other points of view, the story is rich and complex, and so is the protagonist. That for this reason too studying the past history is important, because you can always find commendable examples of humanity and the spirit of brotherhood? Sure, there is no doubt, we do no

How racism is taught story

Stories and News No. 770 The alleged perpetrator of an abuse on a sixteen years old girl was arrested in Rome, Italy. He is a thirty-one man from the province of Cosenza , Calabria , a soldier of Defense Ministry , Navy . If we were in a racist country. If we were in a racist country, this equation would echo in the minds of many: the men from Calabria are all rapists . Especially those from the province of Cosenza . And automatically, in the same superficial cervical, should take the same association if a guy arrived on the public square stating: my name is Giuseppe , a name at random, and I am from Calabria . What town? The citizens with the weak skull would ask. The province of Cosenza , the man could answer. And so here are the suspense, suspicious looks, easy convictions and isolation of the potential brute. With all the suffering for him. If we were in a racist country, as powerful the following conclusion should rebound: the soldiers are all rapists . Especially