Stories and News

Stories and News No. 1188   Hey? You’re welcome, here. Yes, I’m talking to you, not everybody, of course, but in this case I said you, even if in general. You, who scream or whisper, posting and chirping, sideways or secretly observing. Take a seat. Imagine that I am a friend or a kind of shrink, although maybe I’m neither. What did you say? No, I'm not kidding at all, I'm serious, despite everything. Sit down, come on. Let's talk. That is, speak, let all come out, do it now, please. Tell me, then, let's start with the classic. What was your childhood like? You had your hard times, didn't you? Problems with dad? Misunderstandings with mom? Domineering brothers? Little affectionate sisters? Are you an only child? Was the affection missing? Unleash yourself without fear, really, stop living in fright, you can no longer take all this concern. Aren't you tired too? Come on, then, let's move on. There was something bad during adol...

Stories and News No. 1164   While I scroll among newspaper articles and social delusions disguised as blogs and informative pages I’ve got the same feeling that these days is often inside myself and it's not a good one. Confining to the popular and most widespread news, I have the impression of seeing and reviewing, reading and rereading, stuff already seen and read, but which are repeated cyclically each time in a more grotesque and pathetic version. It’s surprising only in that, as if the entire world were trapped in a kind of loop that every time brings us back to the starting point. Then, in addition to the restlessness that all this entails, I am overcome by the fear of finding myself an integral part of this show that has long since expired. Perhaps by writing something that I have already written, with the same words, but deprived of the precious originality. Nevertheless, I cannot help but notice, at this very moment, how obvious in my humble opinion is the eno...

You are different By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Yes, I know. She has it all, my daughter. We spared nothing, my husband and I, and no one ever dared to speculate who resembled more, as they say to couples with young children. From exotic origins to different abilities – if we want to call them with affection and respect. From the original brain to an equally unusual way of perceiving and expressing emotions and feelings. From everything that can be called defect, impairment, disturbance or not, but it is noticed. Well, you cannot avoid to notice my Liza. I was expecting it, yesterday's scene, when we came back from school. I knew it would happen sooner or later. "Mom, I have to tell you something really important,", she told me once at home. Well, when a nine-year-old girl tells you that it's really important, you have to believe it. So, we went to her office, better known as her bedroom. "Tell me everything," I told her when we settl...

The dream of the diverse child By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Once upon a time there was a child. A child who was different. Not by birth, I have to be clear. We come to the world unique, there is on the packaging of the soul, but it is one of those special warnings, written so small that to read them you must have your eyes really open. He became diverse as soon as he opened the door of his life to his neighbors. I am talking about superficial differences, as most of those that determine the boundaries of what should never have limits. Read as well as the neglected intelligence. Nonetheless, they were there, every day among the first ones of the small protagonist of this story, as increasingly thick and marked lines to surround the reflected image. "A spell," thought the child, "this is a bad magic with much evil intentions, able to imprison me in a mirror of the fraudster kind, which gives you only two dimensions, at most three, instead of infinite....

Stories and News No. 1119 Once upon a time the classic bad day. Maybe it's today . Let's be exactly now , the case. Yours and mine. In fact, make it worse, imagine a whole period, months, even years. Take those moments. Then, open the palm of your hand and place them in the middle. Observe that pile of minutes when the world rolls like a bowling ball aiming straight at you, the only skittle in the field, helpless before a grim and insensitive destiny. It happens to you, me, everybody. Not for a matter of chronic depression, let it be clear. Let’s not bring doctors and medicines into play. Do the same with any pretext to close our eyes and our brains before the possibilities , a very holy word. You might say: “I'm still a teenager, can you realize? Do you understand what kind of society you welcomed me into? Is it my fault of what I found at the very beginning of my days? Will you comprehend why does it bother me?” Yeah, I see. Indeed, let's see together...

Stories and News No. 1112 In the midst of lots of lies and fake news about who lives, or here comes, from afar, here is a declaredly fictional African story... "Grandma Ramakeele", says Ahmed, a few years old and immensely more numerous questions around the new one that awaits him on the horizon. "Where are the other tribes?" The old woman, who has always asked to be called such, simply because she does not fear words, but their bad use and abuse, look beyond the child, towards the sunset that is slowly enveloping the village and as if she were both looking, she replies: "Imagine you want to move away from here, going to meet the rest of the world. Walk with constant pace, but not in a hurry, and at the moment when your attention will be focused on the others persons you will come across on the way, whoever they are, they will be part of the other tribes that you still ignore and, from that moment, you must learn to know them." "What happens if ...

Stories and News No. 1093 The nationalist’s paradox... He says, I'm a rightist , and he yells as well. I’m for everyone in his country , he remarks immediately afterwards. Defending the local product , he adds with renewed vigor, given the results of recent elections. Our values and our culture come first of all , he explains with emphasis. Maybe sheltered by a reassuring keyboard and the convenience of an Ikea armchair, as the table in the kitchen, the bedside ones in the bedroom and all the new shelves that are so nice to put on the pretty little things. Never books, never. Ikea is also Swedish , he observes, Nordic, Aryan and blonde like us... and so on. But they lied, it is pointed out, the meatballs that they have sold until today as a typical dish are Turkish ... He remains banned, with a hanging expression, so his brain, like the laptop hourglass where the user's request imposes a surplus of work. Thus, according to the dialectical rules of modern right-h...

Stories and News No. 1084 When the mummified remains of a humanoid were found in a mining town abandoned in the Chilean desert of Atacama in 2003, speculations about its origins were unleashed. The skeleton, which was sold to a private collector in Spain, was so bizarre that it appeared in a documentary as a potential proof of alien life . Now the Californian scientists have extracted the DNA from the bones and rebuilt the true, tragic story of Ata . Rather than a visitor from another world, she was a baby girl perhaps born dead, or dead soon after birth, with devastating changes on her body. Despite being only 15 centimeters high, the bones had some characteristics of a child between the ages of six and eight. Instead of 12 pairs of ribs, Ata only had 10 pairs, and the head was cone-shaped . Forgive us. Please, we’d like to apologize, Ata, if we have misinterpreted the truth. Because that's what adults do. We punctually glorify the shared error, to the detriment of the e...

I am human By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher In a far, indefinite future... "Hello, we have a newcomer in the classroom," the intergalactic school teacher announces. "Say hello to your schoolmate." "Hello," they do in their respective voices, cries or anything else could be used to give voice to the thought in the entire universe. "Present yourself to the classroom", the alien teacher urges him. She is in particular focused in interspecies cohabitation, in the sense of species, but also special. Because a healthy cohabitation is always extraordinary. The new one clears his voice, and introduces himself as follows: "Hi, I come from the planet earth." "Yes," the professor says, "go ahead, tell us more about you, because we all come from somewhere, but this is not the essential thing, now." "Yes", he admits, as if he really understood. Then, he looks around a bit, observes other students and...

I am different By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher I'm different, do you understand? I am. It's obvious, it's not a bias, it's what it is. I told you this morning, before I left home and I tell you now that I'm back to you. As soon as I crossed the threshold of my apartment, I had got proof of it, can you understand? You understand me, right? There was that gentleman there, the one who never greets, with those small glasses, his even more minuscule eyes and those pupils that are barely visible as they are microscopic. I have got big eyes instead. And the nose... come on, mine is bigger, okay, but it's straight, his one has a kind of hump, can you see? No, I'm different, I'll never tire of repeating it, but it's something there’s not discussion. I'm different from the lady in the elevator, with those freckles on the cheeks and her blond hair. Mine are brown, a particular one, though. Nothing comparable to the porter who swept in ...

Stories and News No. 1070 In 2013 a seabird settled on the uninhabited island of Mana, north of New Zealand, probably attracted by the immovable replicas, a sort of statues, which had been placed there by the officers involved in the conservation of the species ( video ). They used the sound of birds played through solar energy speakers in an attempt to create a colony in the scientific reserve made immune to harmful organisms. Only a few weeks ago, the animal, renamed Nigel, had been joined by three members of its species. However, Nigel failed to make friends, dying today. Alone among the different . You could be born this way and, despite the sentence of departure, unleashing heart and intellect to change the screenplay and above all the final personal story. You could win. You could also unfortunately lose. Getting to become at most just the same as someone else. Of the different ones. Or… Alone among the equals . In this way you could start traveling and climbing...

Stories and News No. 1047 Listen, write it down, and listen again: Australia will legalize marriages . Incredible, right? What a day, guys. This is terrific. Something to remember, of course, but to mention, too. In the evening convulsed between sterile arguments and silly chats shared around, among trivial thoughts and fear . More than ever the latter, even if disguised from everything else. You might ask: how did they live before? Well, the question is reasonable, I’m aware of that. You know? They did wrong, that’s the only answer. For extended, they missed something extraordinary, unique, spectacular. In short, normal . Come on, let's say it together, indeed, let’s scream without any hesitation. It’s simple common sense, letting people to get married. How could you think of further insisting on the opposite way? Two creatures meet, both touching each other with glances and thoughts for an indefinite time, attraction starts demanding attention, as much the impell...

Stories and News No. 1045 I see. I see that the British edition of Grazia magazine has the opportunity to publish on the cover a close-up of the beautiful Mexican award-winning actress Lupita Nyong'o . I also see that the editors feel the need to retouch the photo, according to the required or self-imposed fees, as always it depends on the personal degree of imprisonment. At the same time, I see the brave actress openly rebelling against the wrongful manipulation, revealing it as yet another sling at the service of the Eurocentric popular picture. I see more, soon after, by widening the look and the usual, disorganized imagination, which I will never fail to apologize of. I see a room. A room protected by aggressive guards and armed with threatening weapons. In the middle, an old man. A very aged one, with tired eyes, but still fixed on his own hand, that is, the claw clutching the consumed pencil which he passes with hellish repetition always on and on the same stret...

Stories and News No. 1040 In Japan, a teenager took the Osaka government to court because her school ordered her to blacken her hair , since every student was obliged to. The girl has natural brown hair and stated that due to the stress and anxiety for the absurd constraint, she has got various rashes on her scalp. So, here's a story...   Once upon a time there was a sky. No, ‘ the ’ sky, the perfect heavenly picture that has seen all of us passing through and, sooner or later, will tell everything. I refer to something drawn from below, with no ambition to what makes the shapes and contours of the human creation worthy of the eye. Read as well as the naive, moving courage to imagine the world as it should be . In this sky, not ‘ the ’, everything existed according to the given order. Each one respected the boundaries of their natural kingdom, as well as the times for closeness and distance, which are nothing but the same way to find out how mysterious, centripetal...

Stories and News No. 1034 In Uppsala, the oldest Swedish university has identified Arabic characters which apparently represent the words " Allah " and " Ali " woven in Viking burial robes. The researchers defined the discovery of such engravings, silver on silk fabrics, as 'staggering'. Well, that’s nothing, dear friends from Uppsala. Just follow the story... Listen, listen. On the other side of the world, and especially of the reassuring logic, there is another university. I cannot tell you the name and not even the town, otherwise they’ll be at risk. You know, their discovery doesn’t only exceed the Swedish one, but could also cause the researchers lots of serious difficulties, as attacks, self-attacks, boycotts under form of attacks, Mexican butchers in the form of authorized clearance, preventive, pacific and defensive wars, cuts of funds, just cuts, other attacks, but only for mental insanity, hacker intrusions, and also rats ones, which wil...

Stories and News No. 1018 Dear you, There, beyond the limits of our senseless existence, go on. Don’t give up, please, resist. You're not alone, you know? You're not alone in this story or history . So many people have shared your unlucky destiny. You may count also poor , women , homosexuals , Jews , slaves , Native Americans , farmers , and all the children of an uncomfortable, though lesser God, who were sacrificed at the altar as easy lambs. The person who is writing lives in a time where migrants have got this infamous role. Yes, I know, now you're going to be angry and you're right. It’s not the destiny neither the role to be bad, but those who dare making in your behalf. They impose on you their plagued and cruel delusions as if it were unquestionable truth from the sky. Nevertheless, everybody knows that the latter gives just rain and snow, even lightning, miraculously comets and falling stars. On the contrary, the burning dullness of the heart, ...