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Italian lessons, watching TV

We start with the nouns, perhaps a bit 'out of fashion:

brothel [bit-striatal-bo-lo] sm

• • brothel, brothel, casino

• • sec. XIV

close with the so-called "idioms", uncomfortable even the Gospel

"You hypocrite, first take the log out of your eye and then you will see clearly to take the speck out your brother. "

Gospel: Luke 6.39-42

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The page of a book / 1 - A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

Leggo. If both do not know. We say a lot. From now on, in great demand, a page selection of books that I passed through the hands. 1 alone. Not the most representative, the most beautiful, or better written. Almost for sure not the one, among many, I was most impressed. Just one page. To be fixed here, because it represents something more or less trivial, if only for a moment.

It begins with Dave Eggers. A wonderful book and delirious, and sad at the same time to save themselves from a still sad. This page, of course, not makes it right. But I came back to mind this evening while on a blob, passed certain images.

"In the beginning, when we hear the news for us, has almost no meaning. They announced that the next series of The Real World , the new program MTV, which plans to bring together in a house and twenty-seven to broadcast the lives, will be set in San Francisco. MTV is looking for candidates. They are putting together a new cast.

In the office we do some nice laugh.

"Nobody has ever seen the program?"

"No"

"No"

"A few pieces here and there"

Obviously we're lying. Everyone has seen. We all despise, it attracts us, and we're morbidly curious. What is interesting precisely because it is so ugly and that its characters are so terribly boring? Or is it because we recognize the disturbing family traits? Maybe it's because there is in all respects. Watching that program is like listening to a tape recorder: our voice is true and yet, as one can perceive the harmonica as articulate and has laid down on magnetic tape and reproduced, sounds suddenly shrill, nasal, horrible. Whether so too our lives? speak that way, we have that aspect? Indeed may . Indeed, it is. Or not. The banality of our lives to medium-high class, so blatantly ranging from driving under the influence of alcohol by high school stage - of course only be understood in a metaphorical sense - and the dead civilian property and family life, especially if

Dave Eggers A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius

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Play with us

Fine day. In bed, under the covers. The computer supported legs to recreate that soft warmth battery still not hot enough to cause a problem. Sleep at the door and do elbows with the desire to give yourself a page long book started a few days.

But first, one last image flashed in my mind, to peep again upsetting thoughts the instant they are stealthily to rest on the ground, like feathers finally freed by a mysterious electromagnetic field which, for all day, kept them in midair.

A sudden flash, epileptic: a right-wing MEP, imposing and a little 'mother hen. Tinted glasses worn even on talk shows in prime time. It looks like one that has been known for a while 'on commercial networks of the premier. Other times, other hair, other brightly colored suits. To look good, perhaps, is her own. What aberration, some havoc, obscene spectacle, cacophony, horror: an old right with the imprinting of the red region of Italy.

We are in a royal hall, on holidays. White sofas everywhere. Regimental ties the knot loose, French perfumes are mixed into the nostrils to the bubbles of champagne. Strobe light of a thousand colors everywhere sodissime ass and busty, ill-concealed by thongs and bras with lace top edge. Anzianotti decrepit and tangled to support the effort are mixed in a cauldron of sweaty bodies, as in Dante's circle. Among these members can be seen even more fresh meat, sometimes a minor and lewd, ready to sell to the highest bidder.

There she is, in the middle. In his left hand a blue folder, from the back hard. The right hand resting on a giant wheel, the costs of colored numbers that flow, one after another decade, driven by powerful competitor of the day. Do not try any shame. Serve the master of the moment, for the sake of obeying. And this, he calls it love.

The voiceover is shrill and takes almost by surprise the diners engaged in a wide variety of erotic games under the table. Of the white hands retire embarrassed from the open flap of a famous conductor TG4. Spotlights illuminate the faces to botox and many rubs his eyes, already wide open by the lethal mix of sleep, alcohol and cocaine.

play with us: Silvio Berlusconi. Tara tara tattatarata tattataratatarattatara tattataratatarattatattatatta.

Prime Minister wakes up from the usual lethargy by the cabinet, takes a few uncertain steps through the crowd that claps his hands up to spelarsele. Everyone in the front row, to support the master. He returns with huge smiles and wide gestures of greeting. The speech of the evening has just begun. Spin the wheel, guess the price and swallow a pill to enjoy the prize that has just won.

How sad. And now you explained it to me as I fall asleep?

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Fragments Milanesi/17 Silvio Berlusconi - Dialogue between a man frustrated and Christmas decorations

Let's face it: Christmas lights now, frankly, have HAD ENOUGH! Explain how it is possible that, on January 13, Piazza XXIV Maggio is still decorated for Christmas? Get off the tram, already thinking about when slowly the atmosphere of this city will be a bit 'less gloomy, to make room for a timid start of spring. I look up and I run into endless rows of lights. They are still stationed there, like vultures over our heads. The atmosphere is the same that is in the end of a party, when the colorful balloons are still hanging on the walls, confetti everywhere, but almost all people are already gone.

Not to mention the Piazza Duomo where you can find without any shame, a wicked spruce covered with decorations made in China, to eclipse the store temporary (I hope) Tiffany .

I: It 's time to go back there leviate

Christmas Decorations: We do what we want

I : The holidays are over for some time, you're left wondering why you are hanging a Pavlovian stimulus to consumption, in these times of balances

Christmas decorations: make people happy for a while 'I

: You are the servants of the most vile and rampant consumerism

Christmas Decorations

: Stop talking about us like we were one. We are a multitude of different objects, each with its own consciousness.

I: You are only plastic and glass, piles of paper illuminated by electricity and not much else

Christmas Decorations : consciously lies. In the hearts of those who support their eyes on us open skies of joy

I: What makes us a packet of Christmas hung in the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele? Yet another incentive to spend.

Christmas Decorations: is not a gift bag, is the symbol of the town

I : The efforts have created the appearance of a parcel. They knew everything down

Christmas Decorations: You delusions

I : Maybe, but I I'll be here, with a mocking smile painted on his face, and you'll be taken down and put in some kind of dark and warehouse Cold

Christmas Decorations: The cold does not scare us, we resist even the snow. As the dark we'll us to shed light

I: I pull the plug!

Christmas Decorations: Even if he returned. The next Christmas I

: At this rate there'll be hanging until the next Christmas Decorations Christmas

: Cynic heartless!

I : Shame on you!

Christmas Decorations : Fuck you! Vent your frustrations on something else I

: snuff!

Christmas Decorations : Hypocrite!

I : ... And why?

Christmas Decorations: Watch your back!

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In Italy, like in Siena, potentially, every conversation can end up like

Piazza del Campo in Siena is probably one of the most beautiful places in the world. That its shell shape, rather than a true circle, gives an original perspective to say the least. The bricks on the ground, different colored stripe for stripe, are divided precisely in nine different areas that spread like rays of sun from the side of the square which overlooks the splendid Town Hall. They are there to symbolize the nine rulers of the city, which would carry this wonderful corner of Italy in its most prosperous period, between 1287 and 1355.

The square, without a great center, is the heart of the city and it's like leaning to one side, sloping, almost like a small bowl, slightly bent to make the liquid drain into a precise place. The magic of this place is also in this: that power of attraction, almost physical, that against the visitor, plowing the pavement, as the loaves with a passing era, hung by his business, but not enough not to look up the tower, that jewel, sunny days, casts its shadow almost menacing (yet assured) in the square whole. And besides, when the sun becomes lower.

not a church, a belfry, a baptistery. The heart of Siena is a beating heart lay and civic, in its truest sense. Is almost think that somehow represents the most clear of that form of government which, even today, we are to define democracy.

- What a bore!

- Not sure what you say

- History has always bored me to death, not about us

- He does all right, only an ignorant person does not realize it

- I live the present, this moment. Leonardo di Caprio as the deck of the Titanic

- You're wrong, sometimes to look at what happened centuries ago helps us understand

- Prove

- With pleasure

After a climb to the tower, which dominates the horizon, crisscrossed by the Tuscan countryside, like a watercolor, it's worth jumping in the various halls of the palace. Among the masterpieces there are two works by Lorenzetti 1300. Two frescoes, that the author wanted to paint directly on the walls of the room of the Council of 9, where the representatives of the people took their most important decisions.

- I'm still waiting!

- We've put birth in nine months.

- Ok!

spotlights focused on the works stand out among the soft lights of the room, the windows covered with thick red awnings. The colors stand out in all their amazing and brilliance, to look so, it seems that they have hung on the plaster Lorenzetti yesterday. Even the characters in their faces, in their habits and behaviors, refer to people far from the Middle Ages.

The two wooden panels, inside the room, reciting something like this:

Allegory of Good Government

Post on the wall opposite the window and therefore better illuminated by natural light, depicts the political ideal of the Nine, based on the radical separation of powers between the "government" and "justice." The "government" relies on the contribution of Christian virtue, while "justice" is assisted by the "wisdom".

from the "justice" part of a double-edged twenty-four citizens are at the bottom that lead back to the "government" so that the mutual independence of the powers of the state must still provide a constant connection.

The medieval city on the right is represented in the frescoes of Siena, the Lorenzetti could see the windows of the building public. In this feverish activity of manufactures, traders, bankers and the builders build new buildings of a city on the rise.

La Porta Romana opens up a tidy and well-cultivated country, crossed by that route Franchigena and Siena ensure the development and wealth. Hovers over the whole "security" guaranteed by the Good Government.

Allegory of Bad Government

On the right wall, badly damaged by time, is painting Bad Government. A tyrant from the appearance of the devil that embodies the "tyranny". It looks to its own interest rather than the "common good", assisted by vice and has canceled "Justice" in order to pursue its nefarious design.

produce bad governance in the city and countryside and very negative effects opposite to those of Good Governance: violence, destruction and looting.

- The usual communist!

- Benighted.

- Communist!

- You've already said, that only confirms my thesis: you are ignorant. What does communism with the separation of the roles of the state?

- Berlusconi employs a lot of people, and has always paid the salaries!

- Stop putting the exclamation points should be used sparingly, as the three dots!

- You've just done the same What!

- In my case it was justified to emphasize how you're making me furious!

- Me too!

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- has ruined this country, and now it muddy his name, putting on his dirty corrupt party!

- Communist!

PS. Lorenzetti's frescoes and its fantastic speaker (and looks) better, here. And I, in Siena, as well as rave, I did some photos .

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The year 2010, month after month

01/01/11

It 's the first day of the year (to be fair is the third, but dispose of the aftermath of the festivities take some time to write here is not a priority). In any case, most days, fewer days, it seems that it is time to take stock. The

I think, that a number of times I find myself writing the same phrase in different circumstances in these pages, write blog other that reckoning and find a way to make resolutions, it is heard in the speeches of the friends who try to ask what they want to remember these past 12 months and what, instead, want to erase from his memory.

I tried, for each month, trying to knock out a photo and two lines. It 's been a short time, but already the outlines of the 52 weeks that we have just left behind, become increasingly blurred. I do not know whether this is really the most important events of this 2010, but it's probably the way I remember, a few years, reading this page of Selinunte. And while I try to accept the fact that there are around 2000 primary school children class, I take this opportunity to wish everyone a 2011 full of beautiful photographs.

January : last month of training prior to the examination and was, in essence, last month a student's true. There would have to write a book, but the advent of the month is another. The January 22 was born on the small Swabian granddaughter Cynthia and therefore a bit 'mine also. I am in Salzburg with 3 friends engaged in a brave and beautiful road trip Amsterdam-Milan, touching 8 different states (including the amazing Liechtenstein), all in about 3 days. We are at the table in a restaurant when it comes to SMS. E 'was born! They get the glasses: welcome!

February : while continuing the great cold and the sky is crowded with clouds so that we forget the color of the sky, became a doctor for real. While it is not a real rock but is rather more like a mere pretext to collect yet another tax, the state exam is a bit 'a milestone. From that day I'm a doctor, more or less one of those things I had dreamed all his life. Ending time of the toys and the university and start a new world of salaries and responsibilities later this month! That day, I remember, I do not feel any different. To look at it now appears that carried me in its full extent! And also to give greater meaning to the end of an era, I move to Milan to live with the bargain. And when reviewing the blog, a bit 'surprised by not find a place that you tell , I think that, henceforth, all my life day takes place under the gaze of the Madonna wise

March: there was talk of work. This is the month when, after running a couple of weeks, began with tests of "earning a living to Monzo, the Cardiology Centre in Milan. I remember the astonishment of the first days when everything seemed new and beautiful, if I were a child at the carnival. One detail that struck me most was this little shelf with a lot of personal name on it and, leaning, my uniform clean, in order to wear every morning.

April : the call goes out for the competition in the specialty. It 's a month, a bit' terrible, made morning rounds on the ward and given away whole evenings to quiz to learn by heart, like a parrot, to make the most of the first of two tests. E 'humiliating, but ultimately it is the road that I must travel to become what we want to be. I soon, and that is that every minute of free time is taken up by alienating that these photocopies, to be fair, are still scattered around the house. The review is good, or at least that's what I think for the next month, in the long and anxious waiting the result.

May, the day of my birthday (perfect timing!) Are published lists for admission to graduate school in cardiology at the University of Milan. With a little bit 'of amazement, but perhaps not so much, I find myself fifteenth, well beyond the limit of 10 places are allocated to other applicants. It 's the month in which many of my classmates from Brescia, the more "fortunate" to me, finally entering the world of work. And I'm here gray in Milan, including an exhibition of Kubrick and an evening Navigli, wondering if I was right to change everything.

June : "Luckily they are not entered in the specialty" is the title of a photo album, along with a friend who shared with me the same misfortune, we wanted to publish. We would put in pictures of trips, concerts, events and other unforgettable moment that we thought we'd have this year off. Eventually, these moments were there, but not so many. Surely this could have been on the list: a weekend in Berlin . Short but beautiful. Greet the summer with the fresh air of the modern European capital is really what I needed.

July: a month of the mountains. This summer, perhaps for the first time, I started going to the mountains a bit 'more often, just to touch and short getaways. It 'something I wanted to do for some time and, thanks to a very valuable, heterogeneous and large group of friends apprentices mountain, I am on the peaks orobiche. Here the fun and exciting to step up Venerocolo, right in front of the beautiful scenery of Adamello. We get up early, it is hard and the next day calves hurt as if they had kicked, but the mind thanks to peace;

August: summer, time travel. This year we have chosen as their destination the Balkans. Indeed, to be honest, just, Albania, the Cinderella of Eastern Europe. A holiday truly memorable on the road, including inhuman campsites, swimming in icy rivers on the border with Kosovo, mountain tours, nights in hotels by the hour and a bit 'of the sea towards the end. We spent the next few months to respond "on holiday" to all those who asked us why, but it was worth it!

September : in a somewhat 'incredible start my adventure in private. Even though I made them do July, beginning with regularity to wear glasses. At the beginning is a bit 'hard to get used to the almost unknown face in the mirror. I wander through the crowd looking at him and realizing that no, those who are not wearing sunglasses and should not be removed when entering a confined space. Then we do the habit, and apparently so do others. A few days ago I heard ask, "sure it will not take them even before the glasses?"

October : summer is almost just a memory and the landscape takes on more and more gray. The thought of having a house mirror of this monochromatic world is suffocating. Here with Cinzia decide to give a touch of color apartment. Now the wall in front of the entrance is a light green almost glow in the dark. It 's a little bit blurred in places, but also puts in a good mood when it rains heavily.

November : at home, this month, a guest in there anymore. His name is Brita and is one of those pitchers that filter the water. If you have the patience to scroll back pages of the blog, you will find a post which provides more than one reason to have it on every table that you respect yourself. You would think that is an event recently. Maybe, but you know that November is still a month a bit 'flat and then, if you think about it, we are also what we drink. Or not?

December : in other words, last week. The distance in time to see what was really important in the last month, perhaps, not yet. Of course, there was the usual and inevitable now skiing trip to St. Ambrose. There was Christmas, but that, for now, there is every year. There was a few days ago, a hilarious new year in a refuge, a touch of new snow has whitened with the plain sense of timing. There were many dinners, so many gifts, some money to charity, a couple of shows, old friends I had not seen for a while '. A lot of things, mostly beautiful. All under the lights to the LED of a Milan frankly beautiful.