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Stories and News No. 1320 Today I would like to be as brief as possible, so that the few words are easier to remember and remain impressed for longer. In my humble opinion, there are two types of mourning. The first one is particularly common to each of us. Whether it's people, living creatures in general, tangible or intangible objects, situations, dynamics or any other important element in our lives, it's when the loss proves to be so deep and significant that you can't help but suffer from it. Sometimes you manage or have an interest in expressing it, and on other occasions it is something you keep inside. The other type is not an objective fact, on the contrary it cannot and must not be, because it is the result of a precise choice that pertains to the most intimate sensibilities and one's principles. It is a crucial way, like others notable, to take a stand. It is not simply a mere emotional reaction, as it may appear at a cursory glance. It represents the resul...

Stories and News No. 1308 Maybe it's not always and everywhere like this, I hope not, certainly not for each of us, especially those who the fate of the majority depends on. Nevertheless, I am convinced that most of the time the writer Oliver Goldsmith is absolutely right when in his well-known novel, The Vicar of Wakefield, he states that “conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse”. Going straight to the point, I am speaking of the "clear conscience" of Giorgia Meloni and her associates, supporters or even just sympathizers, together with all those who enjoy a relatively peaceful sleep in the face of not only the deaths of Cutro, but each of the individual lives that disappeared along the journey from Africa up to our shores. On the contrary, to put it like Goldsmith, a cowardly conscience to say the least that its own faults not only lack the strength and much less desire to prevent, but not ...

Stories and News No. 1307 Once upon a time there was a dream. Even if it is not, right? But you can say whatever you want, verbally and on page, digitally or otherwise. Many will continue to do it, even in the most unexpected places – hence this story of mine – because it takes place in people's unconscious and to reach it, touch it and maybe challenge it, it is necessary for both to make their way in their respective senses. On the other hand, it would be necessary to wake up, and it is not easy stuff. But the tragedy is when it is the powerful man to dream, who usually assumes the presumed right to spill everything on the people who depend on him. What dream? Well, you know it, it is the most shared and controversial one for decades in a large part of the world, I would say, although it is still difficult to talk about it frankly. Because it's like a movie that everyone sees but no one wants to review in full, because otherwise you'd have to mention terrible images, an...

Stories and News No. 1277 A question. Just one, please. I would like to ask you just one question, brother, that in Melilla you lost your life ,  you lost a friend , a real brother, you lost hope in humanity , or what remains of it in each of us, in the present, even before the future, in the fate, in any divinity within reach of compassion... but what am I saying? Within reach of a hand that stretches out in solidarity, magically human towards you, and helps you to rise from a wrong, senseless, cruel and merciless history. Returning the well and the badly taken from you as if they were both a divine right. I would like to ask you a question once and for all, just one, even if I am convinced that I already know the answer, brother. It will perhaps be caused by my origins, that is what I think sometimes, but it is not the best explanation. I prefer the optimistic version, which leads me to believe that certain things can be evident to anyone, regardless of the differences. I've b...

Stories and News No. 1275 Imagine what is happening in the UK, which is not so far from what is happening in our country, like one of those science fiction stories of the last century, which anticipated the craziness of the future to make us reflect on the current ones. Is there a line, okay? A long queue of kids, all under the age of fourteen, according to the real story. Like their peers in the rest of the world, they are constantly on the way to a tomorrow they ignore, or who desperately want to be better than yesterday and certainly not worse than today. Under those looks, some angry, others frightened and still others absent – which is the worst thing, they have the same superhuman dreams and the identical, impossible aspirations of any child born with an undervalued dose of luck in his pocket. That's right, I say it from experience. Most of the time it just takes a lot longer for the tenderness that remains to come out and be admired. At the end of the line, to direct tho...

Stories and News No. 1228 For me today will be a kind of remembrance day , but with a lowercase initial letter. Without detracting from the most famous one , don’t be wrong. Because remembering the stains of human history is an invaluable value in any case. Therefore, today is the day remembrance the day after . Hoping that the attention of the most celebrated recurrence, inviting us all to not repeat the horrors of the past, may share some of its precious light of warning and thoughts about every infamy carried out by our overrated species. So, to be more precise, today is the remembrance day eight years later, but also the day before yesterday , when my country was found guilty: Italy has failed in its duty to protect human life by delaying a rescue mission for a boat that sank in the Mediterranean on 11 October 2013 . This was the indisputable judgment of the United Nations Human Rights Committee . To help us think with total silence, it is sufficient to listen to this: if th...

Stories and News No. 1199   Hello, planet earth. We call you from the Limbo, but you may also think about it as a seemingly far away place. So, we are here, but also there, among the invisible cracks within human decency; over there, down there, or if you prefer sideways to the more convenient horizons - and we are still alive. We are, despite everything and everyone. Although over time the perception of existence has deteriorated so much that the detestable meaning of a mere survival is now only a memory. That is why we rely on the only certainties that remain: the beating heart, although at each toll it wonders whether it is appropriate to continue knocking on the world’s doors; the air that invades our lungs, although - conscious of how little clean oxygen it contains – it feels compassion for the rest of us; and our torn but indomitable imagination that persists in scrutinizing the surrounding universe in search of that phantom star called humanity. Marveled by thi...

Stories and News No. 870 In the old Europe, Austria rises high its anti migrant cry : we are ready to use the army. It was a darker than usual night, when the elder man stirred in his sleep. Meanwhile, the brain stood up and started to scream. Because this is what angry cervices do when rise up straight. Shouting, yelling loudly. Ignoring that the height does not instill credibility to the speech, as the bitterness in the tone. Provided that the sense of the speech was the real reason of everything. "They come to corrupt us", the brain screamed brutalizing without saving the vocal cords. "They want to rule in our house, erasing our history and our traditions. "«The belly is empty», they use to say, provided that it is true. "So, what we have to do? What we got to do with the hell is happening south of the lungs?" "The problem is that they are too many, this is the truth. And they all want to come to us." "They say that it wo...

Stories and News No. 844 Warren Richardson, Australia, won the first prize (Spot News, singles) of the 59th edition of the World press photo with "Hope for a New Life". You may see a man and a child attempting to cross the border between Hungary and Serbia in the night of 28 August 2015, when the infamous wall was not yet finished. Consistent with the famous painting by Magritte, " La Trahison des images " (The treachery of images), a pipe accompanied by the caption "Ceci n'est pas une pipe" (This is not a pipe), here's the true story of the image.. Well, let us start from here: the people in the photo are not the winners. No one is in such great defeats. There are no refugees, no, they are not. Because to have refugees, there should be a shelter waiting for them. Those who offer it. And, at least, those who are ashamed of denying them. There are no survivors. Wait, let us wait, do not delude ourselves. Do not delude them. The jou...

Stories and News No. 773 A man died while traveling on board a freight shuttle in an attempt to reach Great Britain through the Channel Tunnel. Many of us will not be there. Few of us have already read it. And maybe less have told it . It is the story of the migrant on the tunnel. One for all. And all for us. As the musketeers of survival, who with a cardboard sword against cold and indifference, ran with indomitable courage to save the only queen worthy of the name and her valuable jewels. Read as well as a wife and an unknown number of children . Left behind, somewhere. The darkness is impenetrable for greedy eyes and no less thirsty hopes. Fatigue’s weight is indecipherable. And the possibilities of a favorable outcome are unreadable, as scarce they are. But is this not the hero who should receive the best care? Is not him the man who we should stand up for? And is not this the case of trying to get to the end? Of the story, obviously. Because this tale has an e...