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The spirit and the fight to the ants

Hello. I am the man who pays a tram ticket. The volunteer who assists the elderly themselves. The citizen who can not escape taxes. The lady who calls please. The pensioner who is in the corner offices. The manager who listens. The doctor who looks at his watch. The craftsman that coffin on the accounts. The student who does not believe in lotteries. I do not
sgom. Do not appear. Do not look for shortcuts. I do not give up. Sometimes work for others. I stop on the strips. Do not throw cigarette butts on the streets. Waiting for my turn to speak. Do not park on the sidewalk and even in the second row. I do my duty. Study, because it is important to win competitions. I'm going to vote and not by the sea. I send my children to public school. I do not think tronista or tissue. Sometimes I follow my passions ..
Letters from the Land of No, of Italy (citizens) forgotten who write to newspapers to have a hope and summarize the decline of a common life, affected by a terrible question: who makes you do? Young people who are frightened, "I fear for my future, the world, of all, I can not see the rest of this story is telling us" (Martin, twenty years). Elderly people get depressed, "I am disheartened, disgusted. All steal, everyone eats, everyone makes endorse or recommend. If you're not so they cut off "(Barbara, seventy-five years). Girls who are questioning. As Giulia. Exemplary history that is not news, but indicates the retropensiero that hovers over us as we make a commitment: it was worth it?
Throughout the year, finished the lessons, twice a week, Julia becomes fifty kilometers to attend the most famous dance school in Italy. And after two hours at the bar and fifty miles back, is back at home doing homework. It is good in class and dance. She has no time for Playstation, Xbox, not stun in front of the TV. The garden you see in the first patch of sunlight in the steps and practice in the wheels: on one hand, two hands, sideways. If he can continue to be allowed a daily basis: will mean the school, then thirty miles, the lesson at the Scala, another fifty miles, the tasks and so on, except the days of the tests for all events, when it will be committed until the evening. For years and years, every year in the fear of change: risk of exclusion from school of dance.
Even now, some friends began to not understand. He wonders why there so hard, so much stress, so much work. Julia wonders why he enjoys going back and forth giving a lot of fun stuff, when just appear in a TV broadcast or sway a bit 'to achieve the same goal: get out of the fray, to have a front row seat. You spend millions of Euros on TV to enhance pupae, papers and also Velona. It is more or less unintentionally mocks those who have chosen a commitment, who does his work conscientiously. "They pay more sacrifice, study, hard work in this country?" Is the question that sends Julia into the well of the mail, looking for a non-obvious answer.
There was someone like her once in Milan. She was the daughter of a streetcar. With sacrifice and with the talent has become Carla Fracci. But there is no more future than once, the writers today write on the walls. In the temporal paradox of graffiti semiologist Francesco Casetti law the need for non-trivial expectation. "It calls for the future, there is still no, not from this, but from the past no more. Yesterday there was a sense of tomorrow, today lacks this sense. And you must go to what is gone (the past) in order to recover what is not there yet (tomorrow). "
must rely on memory, then, because the opportunities are not geographical horizon of the various noises that no one from the mail boxes. Compared to yesterday, the web of intrigues polluted the air and narrow the boundaries of civic etiquette, as written by Sergio Romano. "The slope of our common life is affected by the misconduct, sometimes despicable, now standard practice," is the thesis of Maurizio Viroli, that the forfeiture Good practice has devoted a long discussion and a book called explicit (The freedom of the serfs, Einaudi).
"When you say that there is also a country for no one pulling the plane?" Calls for a doctor who in four decades ripped the final contract of employment. Women in medicine struggled to find a place, he writes: When you are good and competitive, not aligned to the standard of rampant or friend of the boss, the cut off immediately. If you have children are penalized. If you give it too much to do are scolded. If you do not line up, are marginalized. Bullying is common practice in the wards. Without sponsors, politicians in the hospitals is made difficult career ... He longs for a new deal
house, the discovery of new heroes. It calls for a start in politics. Massimiliano Panarari, professor of political science at the University of Modena (Italy gossip from Gramsci, Einaudi) prophesies the destruction of the dough deadly subculture that fuels the el'antipolitica. But not short, "The worldview is based in Italy too sull'irrealtà. The psychiatrist and writer Vittorio Andreoli is even more skeptical: "I am afraid that this company does not ask anything, just ask and only technology where the technology void, change behaviors, it shows us what is needed to survive well, but does not solve the sense of life. Gradually we are becoming the primary by technology in a society of injustice. "
Poor None, clinging to the hope of a normal country where good morning, as he said Zavattini, it means really good morning. Ants out of date in general flattening of the cost to society, which could be crushed between giant shoes and desolate rocks, as Anna Maria Ortese imagined twenty years ago in a memorable story of Milan. A child, unfortunately slipped under the wheels of a tram, which offers lightning father anguished reflection on the meaning of life: "We are like ants, right, Dad?".
Perhaps one should say "Enough!", As the designer Giancarlo Iliprandi that the Politecnico di Milano theorizes a cultural movement to change between the air and makes a great anniversary as prime contractors Dorfles. "Just that we do not like / Just without dirtying the walls / Just to communicate the desire to change."
or call out, as Luca Goldoni, investigator of the long course of national conduct, that at some point we realized that no longer lived in the same country where he was born. "It happened when I read an intercepted phone call between a politician's friend and former classmate waiting for a TV audition. "There was no way to give me a contract," said one. And another: "And how did you get it?". "I do not was no way to convince him. "" So? "." So Did I date ".
No matter who you are but who you know, you philosophizes the student blog. We need a virus to the culture of convenience," because if you do not rebuild a society based on mutual obligations we know even more to enjoy our rights, "says Viroli. need some act of courage in a country being blackmailed by selfishness and the cracks." No one begin to defend the few pebbles in the shoes of large - says Don Antonio Mazzi, founder of Exodus - and do something about the lives of waste, even schools for the repeaters in this system just human, like Don Milani in Barbiana. Examples, responsibility, commitment, moral cleanliness, the only one parameter can not be legally recognized as that of money, they write so many. Then an indignant citizen drops a question. "Who came up with the wheeling and dealing, may have startled moral?". We, as the ants orthoses, we hope. But it is legitimate to doubt.

James Schiavi

July 18, 2010

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"My beloved Shiree,
unfortunately some complications prevented me from fulfilling my promise made just two days ago, I want you to know that every moment I spent away from you was a time suffered.
I dare not try to introduce myself to you knowing that hatred and disappointment to me, please, I beg you to forgive me!
look forward to hearing from you.
Yours,
Julian. "

'West, you can have it delivered by tonight? "
" Uhm ... I think so, after lunch I'll have to go to the barracks, will take advantage of before looking for new recruits. "
" I'm not them to come here? "
" No, not after the incident last time, however, trust me, your letter is in very good hands. "
" I know, thank you West. "

Shiree was arguing with his owner about a new model of dress, the girl had noticed that, by making changes in specific points, the most uncomfortable clothes, especially for the ceremonies, they became more comfortable to wear. This, however, only on paper, had not yet found positive feedback in practice if his assumptions were proved to be correct, it would be a revolution for the workshop, a big step forward, pitch, despite the reassurances of Shiree, the owner of the store was not confident to deal with.
"Give me at least a chance! "Protested in front Shiree umpteenth denial.
"Try to understand me, Shiree. I do not have a large shop, the money we earn are barely enough to get by. If the model suggest that fails to meet our customers' needs, we would be lost, lost a suit can make the difference between eating a dish a day and not eating at all. "The girl replied stating
without the risk that no one has ever gone on, even the most experienced general - mentioned - risking the war in every way, this did not prevent them to proceed, so she had to do, continued Shiree, progress was always a risk and a danger but brought innovations to be able to sell at a price.
The debate ended when a soldier from the blonde hair appeared to deliver a letter; Shiree accepted it reluctantly when he learned of the sender's name, but could not refuse to accept the letter, after she was first to commit. The
read after finishing the job, sitting on a bench in front of the store. Julian begging her to forgive him for not having made the appointment. What would have to answer? Even she had become alive, had slunk away from the back for not meeting his "promised".
The soldier had told her that he would return later to pick up the answer, Shiree had a slight nervous breakdown that almost made her tear up the paper, too many things to think about and engage in too many worries, needed a scale of priorities.

The low light of the sunset was enough to finish writing the letter in response to that of Julian, with a few brief words and agreed to forgive him and asked him to forgive her, in turn, at that point in her life could not engage in other which in itself was called stupid for giving her rope to impulsivity.
They said sorry to have broken his heart and promised that once clarified his feelings would have sent a reply in one way or another.
He handed the sheet to the soldier without a word, his thoughts were turned to Iluv, his goddess.
The temple of small dimensions, was richly decorated with precious carpets covered the floors, tapestries and paintings were hung along the walls depicting scenes from mythology and gods, the stands were positioned along the aisle of the nave where they had placed clay pots with scenes drawn of everyday life.
The light came from a myriad of lights oil that brightens up the room, the white marble altar was covered with fine pale silk.
Relics of rare beauty were deposited in niches in the sides of the temple, not to confuse the home of the Goddess of Beauty.
Shiree walked silently, the Iluv was already waiting.
"Find out more about the young man who runs behind you, hiding something. "
" Excuse me? But I have written that ... "
" I do not care, portrayed what you wrote and so Entice me tell you who he is. It also makes
'attention to the people around you and above all know this, a goddess has the right to compete as long as the His herald is alive, if you die, I will be cleared from Ragnarok.
remember its good. "
Shiree nodded sadly, playing with the feelings of others was something that was taught from the earliest times and had never made any scruples, since Julian had known - in truth only a few days ago, however much she had enough - of motions of revulsion gripped the soul, began to believe that what he was doing was morally wrong, who was she to deceive and disappoint others' feelings? He avoided
wisely to address the issue with his Lady, was not the right time, once the Ragnarok was finished would have had ample time to outline his principles of life.
The girl returned home, a small room equipped with basic services, above a greengrocer, of lying on the bed without supper, he was still thinking about his life, as she grew up, his thoughts returned to his adoptive parents, that 'they let her go when they realized that it was impossible to put the chains.
hidden by the shadow the night was watching through the glass window, a large cap down over his face made it impossible to identify the color of the coat blended with the surrounding environment.
Shadow took a mental note of all actions taken by the girl when she was certain she had fallen asleep He looked around the streets were deserted. With skill
climbed the wall up to the window, which opened with a short wire, rummaged in the few available without drawers to find what he sought, eventually pulled back the blankets that covered the girl seeing the object of research.
did nothing, resumed his place and left the room as she entered the shadow ran through the cobbled streets of the city heading towards the religious district.
"I found one, is a young girl. "
" Very good, prior to kill to find out who is the goddess And invite alliance, if it were to refuse then you know what to do. "
" As you wish, Lady. "

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Katona took one last glance at the letter, the sender had written a clear, time and place of the meeting: at the sunset, not far from the west of the capital, the young princes had reflected throughout the morning, he had sought advice in West and came to the conclusion that, if it was a trap, there would have been the captain of the guards to protect him, but if the shipper was in good faith, there was everything to gain.
"I hope Shiree not hate me for missing the appointment that we had set yesterday, I will send a letter of apology and justification. I'm sure He will understand. "
A gust of fresh wind the hair unruffled, the snow was melting, an unmistakable sign that spring was near, and the first flower buds peeping from snow cover thinned, the trees were no longer cute, if you looked closely you could see the nests of birds, being in nature was something to Katona loved it, since little had ever visited the castle grounds, when it had become the largest had a habit of go at least once every seven days in the forest nearby.
In recent months, however, had to give up her "defect", the absence of his father and the resulting first and the approach of Ragnarok regency after they had moved away from the woods, so he was happy that the venue was right on the edge of the forest was like a refreshing breeze on his mood.
Katona relaxed, perched on the walls of the city was West to monitor the situation, the prince did not have any fear because it was perfectly safe.
"Prince Katona. "A voice called to him, bringing it to the world. The herald of
Roriath turned and saw an old man, bent on a stick, approach quietly, he noticed that his eyes were completely white.
"You are blind. "Said Katona shocked.
"Yes, but I won my goddess the view of the Beyond.
I do not see what was happening around me, but I can see what will happen in the future. "
" You are a visionary then. "
" If you like to call it. My Goddess does not participate in Ragnarok to fight, only to warn, with his enchanted mirror has seen the future, he asked me to report that the fate of the world depends on you. "
The breath of the child prince stopped for a moment, he was not prepared for that kind of revelation, he believed that the Ragnarok was a war between goddesses, whose winner would become the favorite of law Arman, the king of the gods, so had been reported by Roriath, may have been just a lie to induce him to accept the role of herald? And if it was really the beginning of the end of the world, as written in the books and acted in all the myths and legends?
"I feel your confusion, prince.
Listen carefully, this is the vision of my goddess.
Eeda, supreme goddess of the Wheel of Fate, she saw a door that should not be crossed, the years go by and still no one has the courage to set foot across the threshold, then you come you, accompanied by a mysterious figure, wounded and battered . Here
the mirror of my Lady splits, one part and you see that figure to stop before moving through the door, the figure dies, but the the world is saved, and other surface he sees you overcome inauspicious border, the mysterious figure who guides you save it, but at a price, a dark power is awakened and the whole world falls into darkness. "
The moon began to rise high in the black night sky and darkness surrounded the two men, the frost penetrated the body of the prince, not only for the actual temperature of that hour, especially for the old man's words. The fate of the world fell into his hands in his choice.
"When will it happen? Well, I think I have the right to know when I will be able to trigger the end of the world! And ... and the door? How will I recognize it? Do you have any particular listing, a guardian to deal with, or ... "
" Do not be impatient, you'll know when the time comes, and then you will know what is the decision to make. "
" What a question, I already know what decision to take, I will not unleash chaos! "
" Are you sure? "The old
did not say a word, just as he arrived he went, slowly, leaning on his stick, leaving Katona in complete confusion.
Prince knew, rationally, to make the right decision was to not cross the threshold, the death of a person was acceptable if the price was the world whole, however, the last words had put del''anziano herald further turmoil in the body, only then, think calmly, he considered that in making a choice not only affect the rationality, but also emotional and personal factors, many people chose the wrong path because guided by feelings.
Katona was standing with his back resting against the trunk of a tree, West found it more thoughtful than when he had left shortly before.
"You made me take a good scare, you know? The other type is back in town and even the shadow of your presence, I feared I had done something.
What is it? You are more tense rope an arc. "
" The string of a bow is like butter compared to how I feel right now. Not that you give me a hand? I'm not sure of the stability of my legs. "

the castle there is an air of celebration that evening, His Majesty, to entertain some guests to Jukigabijo, had set up a small circus in the drawing room, acrobats and jugglers will perform at the center of a room, and waiters serve handing out sandwiches, snacks, drinks and bread only Katona stood apart, lost in thought.
"Do not give punishment for what you said the old man when I cross the city, at the door, I said that I marry within a year, crazy. Believe me, there is that old man with his head, that I'm getting married, pf! "The prince
lower half-smiled, as the idea of \u200b\u200bloving husband and devoted West was really almost impossible to formulate a thought, all knew the castle, especially women, the captain of the guards was a man who liked to have fun and fleeing from commitments, no more than a month was the period in which the young man could devote himself to a woman, got bored easily.
there was to say in his favor, he never tried to fool the girls, the latter, in fact, they were always aware of the intentions of the captain, West had always been clear on this point.
'West, if I can trigger the apocalypse, you can even get married. "Katon said amused.
"Do not even joke about the day when I had to marry is really the end of the world. "
" Do not bring myself to bet, you know I do not like gambling. "
The captain of the guard shook his head jokingly, had identified a couple of" prey ", two pieces still to be tasted.
"Forgive me if I drop, but my kind of predator calling me. »Katona
stared away, he decided that he would return to his rooms, had to think about how to apologize Shiree and had to do it before it was too later.