Stories and News

Stories and News No. 660 What is illegal immigration? Really. When I enter a country illegally, I make a criminal action. I'm guilty. That’s what the law said. I was wrong. I did something unacceptable. That should not be made. It should be punished. I have to be punished. A reminder to me and the others. So that the guilty action will never be made again. I am not ironic or sarcastic, there is no hidden implication in my words. I am convinced. But... Let's be honest, come on. Image that I were a supermodel with blue eyes and blonde, brunette or red but also with important measures. Watch me now passing the borders illegally. Come one, you would find a paper for me. A paper? I would suddenly be in some movie or music video strictly half-naked. And if by chance I could arrive with my boat on the shores of your coast and at the same time I could prove to be special at sports, you will be soon able to accept me. Read it as the paradox of the sport clandesti...

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,...

Stories and News No. 283 Reading the latest revelations about Berlusconi Wikileaks, I was going to write another vitriolic post about him, when I felt in a sense of disgust. I did before, but this time it was so strong that it can not be ignored. The fact is that while I hesitated with the fingertips suspended on the keyboard two faces came to my mind, making me feel once again split in two between news and stories, among the current and the soon forgotten facts: the prime minister and his parties and one of the students that these days are taking the streets to protest. Well, sorry for the expression, but I felt obliged to say fuck the old man and give the post to those girls and boys… The Story: Dear students, undeservedly making the words of Martin Luther King as mine, I am sending you this letter. I'm here to write on this blog because in my country the injustice reigns. I can not stand idly sitting at my computer and do not worry about what happens to you. Injustice anywher...