Stories and News

Stories and News No. 750 I read that an eight years old Ivorian child named Abou was stopped in Spain at the border town of Ceuta. He was hidden in a suitcase. A trolley... Once upon a time there was a trolley. A magic trolley. Making things disappear. And so the magic works trust is necessary. Because when all returns. The world must necessarily be more beautiful than before. In the magic trolley there was a hidden child. So far, dismay in eyes and heart. At least in the trace of remained humanity. But I am here to tell you that the hidden child in the trolley there was unseen another child. A girl, to be precise. Smaller, undoubtedly. But with no less authoritative aspirations. Among the many one only in the guise of the most improbable dream. To be the older child, the greater. Secreted in the trolley. Nevertheless, the story is not satiated of confidences and here I find myself adding the unusual. The girl child who dreamed of being the hidden one in the tro...

Stories and News No. 618 If I arrive illegally in a country I make a crime. I'm guilty. This is what law says. And if the law says, I am. Guilty. I was wrong. I did something bad. Something that should not be done. And that should be punished. I have to be punished. A reminder for myself and the all people around. So that the guilty action will be not repeated. But... There is a but , come on. Let's be honest. At least here. Here, on this page, let's say that if I were a supermodel, crystalline eyes and blonde, brunette or red but also with incredible measures and I had passed borders without papers, some help would come, isn’t it? If I had by chance arrived with my raft and at the same time I could prove to kick the ball with unusual vehemence, making a wonderful score, an ancestor of good origin would be soon available, right? If then, I could arrive with my brown-skinned face, being Islamic and a rich beard hanging on the chin, without any document,...