Stories and News

Stories and News No. 189 I read this morning about the incredible decision with which some managers - strictly only Indian, have been convicted as responsible of the immense disaster occurred in Bhopal (India), in 1984. On the night of December 3 of that year, an incident in the Indian subsidiary of U.S. chemical company Union Carbide caused the spill of 40 tons of methyl isocyanate . According to the site Bhopal.net , promoter of the International Campaign for Justice in Bhopal , the victims were at least about 8,000 and 30,000 in the subsequent years. At least 100,000 people are still sick today. Well, the chosen culprits got just two years in prison. I recommend Berlusconi to immediately contact their lawyers. The Story: 2 years in prison for this?! For this?! And for this?! Even for this?! And this?! In my modest opinion, the worst thing will be if nobody will protest. Because, as Martin Luther King said, true peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is ...

Stories and News No. 109 The Story: Once upon a time there was a group of people. The group of people was paid to take care of emergencies. Emergencies due to disasters, natural or otherwise. Disasters as the earthquakes... Derailments... Landslides... Then the day came when someone (used to do several things at once) thought that the group of people could also deal with ‘big events’. Big events mean big media and people attention. Big media and people attention means big advertising revenues. As for the canonization of Padre Pio ... For the Olympics in Turin... And for the G8 in La Maddalena (then moved to L'Aquila)... Once upon a time there was a group of people. The group of people was paid to deal with disasters and big events. Then came the day when they could no longer see the difference between them... The News: Italian civil protection becomes a joint stock company. Stories and news : “invented” Stories, fruit of my imagination, inspired by “true” media N...

Stories and News No. 41 : The Story : Dear friends, my daughters and sons, here I am. You, who one day will come all to me, without exception, you, who continually evoke me, you, who never miss the opportunity to sing hymns and say prayers in my behalf, instead of celebrating every moment what life means, you want an answer and I'm here to satisfy you. I have to help you; I must do it for all the attention that you give me. I am always in the middle of your news, including television and print media. I am the cause of your biggest fears, but at the same time you adore me, because more or less consciously you cultivated the resulting anguish as the farmer does with his more valuable land or as an introvert lover takes care of his secret passion. Extraordinary people pass undisturbed through your life, and yet you remember them only after my entry into the scene. I am the only light that can open your eyes to what is beautiful and the solitary voice able to move your head to what des...