Stories and News

Stories and News No. 1167   Once upon a time our body, that despite the technological regression, and the illusion of digital closeness, in shapes and large part of its substance it’s still human. It happens during the summer, on the beaches, at the sea or near any waterway, remembering what inevitably makes us similar, and often identical. In one word, refuges. This is really one of the most reliable measures of nature itself that distinguishes us as living creatures, in every time and place. As refugees, safe in the womb of a mother, we perceive the delineation of the contours and the precious and fragile contents that define us as unique. Everyone, without any exception, we come into the world torn from the right and ideal heat, but from that moment we desperately try to return into the beloved former condition. In other words, protected from the primeval refuge. With the feeling that nothing has changed since those few months, we face life, growing and sufferin...

Stories and News No. 1007 Yesterday was the World Refugee Day and at Mary’s home the event was especially celebrated… "Dad," says Mary, six years old and many more freckles on her face, which one day will be the foundations of her beauty, "I've been good today." "Yes, dear..." reproaches the man, almost completely bald, the current foundation of his stress, rather than the inexorable passing time. Nonetheless, he seamlessly resumes the discussion with his wife and all relatives gathered for the occasion. Of course, it doesn’t concern the aforementioned recurrence, but a much more pressing argument, that is, what to do with the generous legacy left by the grandfathers. "I was good," Mary proudly says, "you know, mom?" "Well done..." she tells her, equally taken by the debate, that has also come to the precious, shared property. For the record, in addition to the child’s parents, those interested in the valuable...