Stories and News

Stories and News No. 1316 Once upon a time the people, you know them? How many times have you heard this, come on, and every time it's a lie, though. It's a false story from the very beginning, because whoever writes it, tells it and most of the time screams it, has always a hidden reason. Indeed, there is one behind the latter, and then another and in the end there is him, taking selfies while he is overeating or having fun behind your back. Without a precise order, following the chaotic shouting of such scoundrels: the people are tired, the people must be understood, the people can't stand it anymore, the people are with us, the people agree with us, the people have agreed with us once again, despite "the people", in the sense of most of them, are those who have been staying at home for decades now and do not respond to appeals in one sense or another. In the meantime, people are always on the lips of them, pay attention. I say this because it came to my mind...

Stories and News No. 1289 We are almost there, my friends. Hold on, please. In a month the great show will begin. But who would have thought it would be an opportunity to do something right,  supportive, in one word, human? Apparently, despite the considerable environmental impact and exorbitant costs, perhaps for once the end will justify the means. Because, listen, from the tournament start, 140 fields will receive at least 10,000 liters of water a day for about three weeks. Fresh water, right? It has been previously desalinated, with all the necessary economic and industrial efforts, in addition to the environmental ones, as already mentioned. But this is an opportunity to be tolerant, because the survival of millions of people is at stake. Now I haven't counted them all, but 140 fields is an important number, and 10,000 liters of water to drink a day is a real godsend. I am obviously thinking of the fields, that is the camps with the largest number of inhabitants, such as Bi...

The dreams boat By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Once upon a time there was a land. It looks like an island, but it is not, really, it definitely is not. Despite today's rulers do everything to make it seems so. I mean, isolated from the world, from the seas and other lands, but also from irrepressible hopes, which you can simply call dreams. This is what we live for, everywhere. Nonetheless, there was once a land where someone needed to erase them. So, where memory becomes more vulnerable, where the medications applied over time to heal wounds and deep lesions were rushed and superficial, imagine to delete the key fragments. Read them as well as the story steps that explain you better when and why you were wrong then. As if we removed the scene where the witch from Snow White's fairy tale tries to give her the poisoned apple. How many women have learned from that to distinguish between a deadly fruit and a loving gift? As if we obscured in the Iliad the momen...

We have a clandestine on board A short story by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher We have a clandestine on board. So they screamed out loud as soon as they saw me. A clandestine, that's what I am to them. Me, a clandestine? How did we get to this? I tried, I really tried to explain myself, to implore them, to make them understand that they condemned me to certain death, but they didn’t want to hear my reasons. They lifted me and escorted me out of the ship about to set sail. "The boat is so big, it's huge!" I said. "Don’t tell me it's a matter of space." They did not, in fact. It's just a personal thing. They just don’t want with me. "That's racism," I shouted, and they laughed, as expected. Come on, I admit, I was waiting for that. However, as they took me down from the boat I was able to see who had instead been welcomed without discussion. "What kind of people are you" I exclaimed with all my heart. "...

Stories and News No. 1007 Yesterday was the World Refugee Day and at Mary’s home the event was especially celebrated… "Dad," says Mary, six years old and many more freckles on her face, which one day will be the foundations of her beauty, "I've been good today." "Yes, dear..." reproaches the man, almost completely bald, the current foundation of his stress, rather than the inexorable passing time. Nonetheless, he seamlessly resumes the discussion with his wife and all relatives gathered for the occasion. Of course, it doesn’t concern the aforementioned recurrence, but a much more pressing argument, that is, what to do with the generous legacy left by the grandfathers. "I was good," Mary proudly says, "you know, mom?" "Well done..." she tells her, equally taken by the debate, that has also come to the precious, shared property. For the record, in addition to the child’s parents, those interested in the valuable...