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Stories and News No. 859 There is much talk these trembling days about what is the airport with best security in the world. I would have the answer... Once upon a time there was the safest airport in the world. Because nowadays flying is a risk. Well... flying is always a risk, you now. We are not birds, the rest of us. Indeed flying is also a risk for birds, if we are honest. I remember a seagull that dropped to drink some salt water, the breakfast of champions, they say, and in return the animal found an oil blanket, if you know what I mean. Okay, the accident did not happen exactly flying, but mooring. Well, this is precisely the point: the risk is when you risk, risking yourself, but facing the involved risks, risking in worlds not related to you. Flight to the birds, it is indeed the screaming slogans of an intolerant flock of nationalists pheasants, annoyed by our loud and arrogant aircrafts. These people behave as if the sky was their stuff, they add. They are not l

Stories and News No. 858 Once upon a time there was the caveman . But not the caveman in a general sense. Simplifications for private use are enough around. I mean just one caveman. In fact, let’s give the exact measurements of the story. One man with one cave. He had done a fine dwelling with river view, not too hot in summer nor too cold in winter. One fine morning, so to speak, the man in the cave awoke to go out, when another man appeared before him. He was the man of the mountains . But not a representative and spokesman self-elected leader of all men of the mountains on the earth. The braggarts with a hungry for flash face and an easy megaphone are already in abundance. I refer to just one man of the mountains. This time not one mountain, but many, because our primordial guy was an elemental hominid, but that does not mean he was stupid. As the first theorem of silliness says, the fool is a sick person who does not heal closed in the cave, but coming out of it. &qu

Stories and News No. 857 Today is the World Sleep Day ... I have a sleep . Yes, I might start as well as the speech of the famous giver of visions, who left the stage too soon and with great noise, like the greatest of the past. Visions, or dreams , no sleep. Well, I do not aspire to that. To rest with a blank screen is enough for me. Just that, by the way. To rest. My name is Amir and I am tired of dying. When does life begin? Can you tell me more? Because, here, we do not know anything. We are first lower pages of equally negligible books, strictly relegated to forgotten shelves. There, where the unlabeled stories of the world live. Those that have no moral, otherwise I dare you to inform the protagonists that all that suffering has a kind of meaning. They have only told me go ahead , you start , it is your turn . So I went on stage, like everyone else. And you know what? If I had known that all this would have happened, I would have remade the same steps. I know that

Stories and News No. 856 Here we go again. Punctually on the eve of elections of any kind and scale, meetings at more or less institutional Summits, and laws’ discussions with multiple interests, the terrorism alerts are everywhere in the news . Alerts , or hazard notices. Warning , beware , be afraid , and so on. Regardless of the actual merits of the danger itself. So, here is my story… Listen to this: pacifist alert . Today is a special day, since the very beginning. We may read on the top of e ach newspaper and TV news in the world always the same content. Governments warn the population and the various authorities to keep vigilant. The danger level is high. We expect pacifist attacks . Specifically, four barricaded female troublemakers were arrested in Paris in a fair trade shop where they dared sell healthy stuff inevitably from underdeveloped countries. It seems that the criminal intent of the girls was to support the inhabitants’ life of the still doomed economy.

Stories and News No. 855 Dig. Yes, continue to dig. I know that you will not stop, since you do not want it. Believe me, I understand. I know every excuse. How did you use to say? The voices just told me to do it, I have to because it is written so. You feel obligated, it is a matter of already made commitments, those are inescapable deadlines . All stuff that binds you, that steals you all degrees of freedom. Trust me, I see this. I have compassion, inside my hate. Because I know your character and the script is just as obvious. I would not expect anything else from you, since the very first day of school. You were the one who smiled when it was required immobility to the lips as the eyes, the heart as the breath in your lungs. You were the one who left the room when it got in. The unwieldy story among the most devious ones created by the feared narrators of this land. Because otherwise you would have fallen in love with it and you would have been able to do everything

Stories and News No. 854 Look. Look, they always come, since they are punctual. They try with earnestly and regularity that smile as a machine. Anything but bare hands and breath. Look and then tell me if I am wrong. They have all the ready answers, except for the questions that they did not yet heard, at the sunlight. The treasure they have not got until now. But give them time and even there they will disembark, with their smart lawyers, legalized loan sharks and all those kind of technicians with the offering signatures. That’s why you must look behind and remember. Remember they are always there, they never go away and wait. They patiently wait for the right moment, the right one to open the bag and lubricate other people's consciences. It takes just as much, of patience. It takes more, of strength. But just a little of awareness, because deception is immense. Well, the remaining time is not. They know it perfectly, since they are quick to erase everything and

Stories and News No. 853 "Are you new?" Asked the senior colleague. "Yes," replied the newcomer in the newsroom. "I'm the new titlist ." "Sector?" "Chronicle." "Oh, it's easy." "Really?" "Sure. Look, I'll help you, then I'll leave you a note. All you have to do is follow the rule of if... then the news is . " " If then what?" "There's a break, kid." "Already? Wonderful, I needed a coffee!" "No, idiot. I meant the ellipsis between if and then ... " "Sorry. " "No problem, since you’re new. That’s simple. First of all, here we sell death, right?" "As the funeral?" "No, it sells coffins. I mean as the killers." "I don't understand…" "Are you sure you have been hired here? Listen, even a child may understand the if... then the news is . Someone killed one or more persons, al

Stories and News No. 852 “EU and Turkish leaders have today sunk to a new low, effectively horse trading away the rights and dignity of some of the world’s most vulnerable people. The idea of bartering refugees for refugees is not only dangerously dehumanizing, but also offers no sustainable long term solution to the ongoing humanitarian crisis,” said Iverna McGowan, Head of Amnesty International’s European Institutions Office. Imagine a table. A round table, like the one of the knights with a honest and fearless king. Let it be told. Let it be told and remembered that they are brave and righteous , until proven otherwise. Now, let’s release some fantasy. Namely, let the gallop be heard. To remember that on this page, there will be always room for those who did not come in the photo on the desk at the entrance, the one that everyone looks. Like steeds who have struggled, suffered and often destroyed back and hooves for others' glory, as the horses of Zorro and D'Art

Stories and News No. 851 Berta Caceres , the activist who fought for the rights of indigenous peoples in Honduras and the defense of the environment, was murdered . In 2015 she was awarded with the Goldman Environmental Prize. Berta Cáceres is alive. Nothing but rumors and lies. Actually, no. Only lies. The woman who binds words a fate to words and fate that earth itself writes and draws cannot die. Until there is earth and those who bind words and fate. To earth. Berta Cáceres is not dead. She is here, no jokes. Actually, no. There is nothing to joke about. The lady with big eyes and the proud face, which filled the former of crushed rights and puffed the latter up meeting the few truths of this world, cannot leave because you decided so. As long as there are willing souls at her side. With big eyes and proud face. Berta Cáceres has not gone. Look around. Look inside you. Actually, no, you may close your eyes and just pretend that nothing happens, if you pref

Stories and News No. 850 I read that in order to protest against the evictions in Calais, a group of refugees sewed their lips together, exhibiting the signs with unequivocal messages. I quote one among the others, demanding response from those who watch and read: where is our freedom? Yes, where is it? Here it is, we just need to follow the thread... I remember. I try to remember how it all started. Them . The very first I saw was them. Mine. I loved them. They have loved me too, maybe in their own way. I want to believe that. I have to. Then something broke. First an explosion, then a scream and after a suffering. Therefore the plural killed the exception and the others came: explosions, screams and sufferings. That was the time I began to hate them. The very first that I saw. Mine . So one hope has given me the strength to endure and resist. To survive. Believing that they were not the only ones in the world. I wanted to believe it. I had to. So I was saved for

Stories and News No. 849 You may read everywhere that another international coalition is going to start yet another military intervention . No more war. No ifs, buts and with tons of reasons. Because we have already done and we saw how it went. Since there is someone who claims that we have to do another… Because we are already doing the last one, who are we kidding? We still have to finish that, how can we start another? Because we are already doing others . And what do we do, then? We behave as usual? We pretend that we are not doing the others, showing the only one we're interested in at the moment? Because we already know what war is. Because right now also the children know what the stories of soldiers and bombs really are. Like the rest of us, they know that the heroes tale is a lie. That the good guys movie is a fraud. That friendly fire is just fire, a huge blaze where all burn except for those who use the flames to warm their insatiable bellies, be

Wolves ( words and music by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher – guitar by Roberto Moreschi ) How big is the window that doesn’t laugh at me I want to make a trip and then Give you to a city where is ever night I don’t want you to come home but To dance in a road you and I With music that will not abandon us Because it never betrays those who have a big heart How big is this room that never speaks of itself Like who does not believe that in one hour You might split your soul and divide it with me That I do not need anything more Because we are like wolves that are continuing to flee Trying to forget the herd that Drove out us into the night Because it was more lonely than us   More on Stories and News: Subscribe to RSS headline updates from: Powered by FeedBurner