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Sanaa's death to his father's work can only lead to anger, but never like this time we have to leave the anger and open our soul to the right. Prepare to live more and more such facts. Will be stronger our prejudices are more numerous than his victims. And in the case of Sanaa victims are many. An entire family, including the murderous hand of his father, a community that increasingly find it hard to find a niche to be accepted and will continue to accept those who look askance.

The story is repeated thousands of years, always identical, and each time the anger is as strong as our stubbornness not to understand its causes. Understand when I say I am not referring to the usual sociological research, the same risk as I do now, but impress upon our DNA to be human. Whenever a person is forced to sever its roots, even when this constraint arises only by the desire to discover new worlds, and the victim becomes the source, itself, an injury. Let alone when to migrate are marginalized flows forced by hunger, violence for political or religious, to move as a desperate, treated by mangy dogs, to the shores of hope. Everyone carries within it the certainty of a culture that clings to somehow alleviate the pain of that abandonment, others are closed in their culture for fear of losing something of their welfare. Welfare whose genesis is often the result of other dropouts occurred in previous generations.

justice take its course according to the laws of the Italian State. At the same time rather than rely on civil parties call upon all our reason to be civil because the integration, both preached, instead become practiced. And this can only happen if everyone understands that if the inside is nothing other than itself, but part of themselves, whatever their faith and its color. Each piece of humanity is linked by a tenuous thread, built from generation to generation. It could be the thread of hope for all, often transforms our prejudice in our chain of selfishness.

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Italy that I miss less ... The Vellum

Yet until recently, did not conceive that the sea was not that of my beloved South, a city that was not our cities. In recent weeks spent abroad, the only maintained contact with Italy, apart from the occasional visit to FB, and 'Gomorrah was reading, which I had only seen the film. Each page viewed was an open wound. I remembered the spectacle of flat circumvesuviana and feelings of anxiety experienced the first time I saw it. I immediately thought of the impossibility of living a normal life in those places. The pages of Gomorrah took me inside the web built, apparently meaningless, for the sole purpose of making govern the territory only to crime. How could we entrust the fate of millions of people in the hands of the worst human scum?
Then browse the pages of newspapers and the sense of despair becomes total. A lot of the events of this kind of ducetto O, always ready to menarsi the bird, despite an advanced stage of decomposition, will also laugh, makes me sick. The sight of mothers and daughters prepared to prostitute themselves for a paragraph of fame is demeaning.
Some may think that between this show and the desert plain of concrete that was abandoned by God there is no connection?
Then you say, it will perhaps not everything is as it is not possible that all is well. Do not give in, do not you go find that optimism to despair and the hope that at the bottom are your best weapons. So I like when a love is in danger of ending up in the routine of daily life that you forget the good things and lived in the oppressive banality. I will return to the paths of our history, the beauty of our land, the desire for redemption of the many, now forced to live almost on the edge of this society that throws more and more shamelessly ostentatious opulence between new and experienced poverty without hope convinced that it must and can change.
And who knows, you return to writing some of the other posts on the blog:)