Stories and News No. 721 While most of Italy debates and anguish before the feared hashtag #We_Are_Coming_O_Rome , in the world that remains life continues. Most often must, otherwise the fridge remains empty. This paradoxical composition of existences moves my imagination to the following story... Once upon a time there was an island. On the island there were two tribes. The two tribes were different. There is little to add. Being different, they lived in a dissimilar way. One had chosen the highest point of the island. The top of the mountain. And not for the sake of the good air. The above inhabitants did not choose high places in obedience to the passion for something, but the fear of it. And where is terror to influence your heart’s beating, rather than the interest in something new, there is no space to relax. Hard to do, when you spend most of the time both eyes fixed on the horizon. Awaiting the inevitable arrival of him. The frightening enemy invader. On th...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher