Guzzanti for president

Sign for Saviano, sing against Corruption and Organized Crime

who is Saviano?
From Wikipedia
Roberto Saviano (born 1979) is an Italian writer and journalist. In his writings, articles and books he employs prose and news-reporting style to narrate the story of the Camorra (a powerful Neapolitan mafia-like organization), exposing its territory and business connections.

In 2006, following the publication of his bestselling book Gomorrah (Gomorra in Italian), where he describes the clandestine particulars of the Camorra business, Saviano has been threatened by several Neapolitan “godfathers”. The Italian Minister of the Interior has granted him a permanent police escort. Because of his courageous stance, he is considered a "national hero" by important author-philosophers such as Umberto Eco.


Saviano interview on youtube

Save us -Israelis- from ourselves

I accuse
By Carlo Strenger
Tags: Ze'ev Sternhell, Israel
(HaAretz.com)

On the night between September 24 and 25, it happened again. Prof. Zeev Sternhell, an internationally acclaimed political scientist and historian, recipient of this year's Israel Prize for political science, was wounded by explosives put at his doorstep. As yet, we do not know who the perpetrators were, but whoever they will turn out to be, there are those who should wonder what is their part of the responsibility for this despicable act.

I accuse those Jews, inside Israel and outside, who run websites that track "dangerous left-wing intellectuals" in Israel. They call people like Zeev Sternhell "anti-Semitic," "self-hating Jews" and "enemies of Israel."

I accuse those in the Israeli right who turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to those among them who say that the law does not apply to them; to the settlers who break Israeli and international law and moral values on a daily basis, who harass Palestinians, beat them and sometimes murder them. The right-wing establishment is forgiving toward them. "Aren't they idealists? Don't they do what they do because of lofty ideals, because of the holiness of the Land of Israel?"
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I accuse not only those who performed religious rituals condemning Yitzhak Rabin to death; not only those who carried posters of Rabin clad in SS uniform at demonstrations. I also accuse those who created the atmosphere that allowed for it, continued to speak at the demonstrations, and after Rabin was killed said they hadn't seen the posters.

I accuse those who claim that they - and they alone - represent Israel, its true interests and the Jewish-Israeli soul; who claim that anybody who has a different view of what is good for Israel are enemies who endanger Israel. To them applies the verse from Deuteronomy 33:9: "Who said of his father, and of his mother: 'I have not seen him;' neither did he acknowledge his brethren, nor knew he his own children; for they have observed Thy word, and keep Thy covenant."

This verse attacks the fanaticism of the tribe of Levi, that like its mythical forefather, thought it could kill in the name of ideals that it had given absolute validity.

I accuse those who implicitly condone the acts of extremists by not saying that they are out of the question. They create the atmosphere that leads people like Yona Avrushmi and Yigal Amir to their murderous acts, and the perpetrators of last week's terror act to attack Zeev Sternhell.

Israel is a young democracy torn apart by conflicting values, by conflicting views about religion, a country that has yet to find its identity. Trenchant disputes, searching discussion and hard criticism of those on the opposing side are part and parcel of a liberal democracy.

Hate-speech that legitimizes blood-feud and rituals that condemn to death those who think differently are neither part of legitimate democratic discourse, nor part of a civilization that we want to belong to (never mind whether the prime minister or an academic who voices his views).

Let us not forget that Israel, rightly, demands of the Palestinians to stop its schools from inculcating hatred for Israel. The West, rightly, demands that Islamic authorities condemn the hate speeches of Imams who call for the extinction of Israel and conquest of the infidel world. We demand this, because we know that words create reality; injunctions to violence in the end find their ways into the hearts of fanatics who will put these words into practice.

So why should we apply a different standard to Jews who do the same thing? Why should we accept that Jews who call for violence, Jews who in the name of their ideals allow for the blood of their ideological opponents to be shed?

For too long the Israeli Right has taken a forgiving attitude toward its 'wild weeds.' For too long it has used extremists to present its own views as acceptable mainstream.

Who is Zeev Sternhell? He is a holocaust survivor who called himself a 'super-Zionist' in a recent interview; an IDF officer who fought in three of Israel's wars. Yes, he thinks that the occupation is a cancer that eats the soul of Israel; yes, he said that Palestinians should only attack Israelis who live in the West Bank and not inside the Green Line. He has said, time and again, that he is afraid Israel will not survive because of the occupation, and that he is worried for his children and grandchildren, because he wants them to be able to live in Israel. And he expressed empathy for the Palestinian struggle. That's why he was attacked.

It has happened again; I wish Professor Sternhell quick recovery and a happy New Year. But I may not be able to express such wishes to the next victim.

I accuse!

Prof. Carlo Strenger, a philosopher and psychoanalyst, teaches at the psychology department of Tel Aviv University and is a member of the Permanent Monitoring Panel on Terrorism of the World Federation of Scientists.

L'italia si muove

A perfect day

A sunny day, clear sky, the sun burning the skin, you cannot believe it's potsdam, at the outskirt of berlin, can't you? The bus arrives, in two months from now no busses more -you think- while showing the ticket to a sleepy unemotional driver. The heat in the bus smells of sweat and humidity and warm plastic, there, sit by the window, little higher on the wheel to enjoy the blows from the tiny opening of the window. He is a washed away tattooed man, in his 50s, the figures on the arms dying with the dying cells of the skins, burned by the sun, by the barbecue in the backyard, by the see salt of cheap holidays, dying of the age, memories of youth stupidity, of drunk nights lost in the vomit, peeing at the corner of streets and in few whores. A father of 7, well, two are his, 5 hers, but children are children, aren’t they? Children... He was in potsdam in some shop to buy his lovely children a few presents - he talks skewing the words, his breath is of alcohol, the eyes moving slowly around, trying to focus objects and faces slightly blurred by the burnt neuronal connections. Wanna see the doll? It can walk! A blonde doll with blue eyes, and a pink cloth on. Want to see what I bought for my older one - he is seven - but it is illegal you know? I had to search for it, children cannot play with that. It is metal, with real bullet holder, try it. The gun pointing at me is of black metal, its small black hole looks at me, the German is half smiling, the finger playing with the trigger. Take a look at that you stupid jew, you see this? This is what I bought to my child so that he learns how to get you from the holes in the earth you hide. I will teach him how to kill jews and rats, well … aren’t they the same… ahahah, answer me you idiot, or is your kippa to heavy for that head you have filled with your religious nonsense, what do you stare you piece of meat? Do not stare like that at a German, got it or I’ll shoot you in the head and I will shoot your children and rape your woman, what is it you are scared of me taking her, well one that goes with a jew is simply a whore, isn’t she?!? You know I thought you jews had more in there.. but you, you look like a stone there, some at least beg not to be killed, some fight and die screaming, some pray and you, you are only sitting there, not moving one single muscle, waiting for me to shoot you and shoot your woman and burn your children, you do not even defend her, nor your children, you are a preak, I hate you, all of you, I hate... I hate… So, You like it, wanna hold it… let me go… I do not like guns… Ich mage es nicht… you stop the bus, legs are moving, seems to be yours, seems to be those of someone else, shaking, the heartbeat in your brain, you touch the sun again, the smog of the bus leaving, its rumour brings you back to the platform in the centre of Potsdam, get a coffee, it is the 21st century, it is June, it is almost midday, it is peace time, it is you, it IS you.

Lasse Redn

Strophe 1
Hast du etwas getan was sonst keiner tut?
Hast du hohe Schuhe oder gar einen Hut?
Oder hast du etwa ein zu kurzes Kleid getragen,
ohne vorher deinen Nachbarn um Erlaubnis zu fragen?

Jetzt wirst du natürlich mit Verachtung gestraft,
bist eine Schande für die ganze Nachbarschaft.
Du weißt noch nicht einmal genau wie sie heißen,
während sie sich über dich schon ihre Mäuler zerreißen.

Chorus
Lass die Leute reden und hör ihnen nicht zu.
Die meisten Leute haben ja nichts Besseres zu tun.
Lass die Leute reden bei Tag und auch bei Nacht.
Lass die Leute reden, das haben die immer schon gemacht.

Strophe 2
Du hast doch sicherlich ‘ne Bank überfallen.
Wie könntest du sonst deine Miete bezahlen?
Und du darfst nie mehr in die Vereinigten Staaten,
denn du bist die Geliebte von Osama bin Laden.

Rasierst du täglich deinen Damenbart?
Oder hast du im Garten ein Paar Leichen verscharrt?
Die Nachbarn ham’ da sowas angedeutet,
also wunder dich nicht, wenn bald die Kripo bei dir läutet.

Chorus
Lass die Leute reden und hör einfach nicht hin,
die meisten Leute haben ja gar nichts Böses im Sinn.
Es ist ihr eintöniges Leben was sie quält
und der Tag wird interessanter, wenn man Märchen erzählt.

Bridge
Und wahrscheinlich ist ihnen das nicht mal peinlich.
Es fehlt ihnen jede Einsicht
und wiedermal zeigt sich sie sind kleinlich, unvermeindlich fremdenfeindlich

Strophe 3
Hast du gehört und sag mal wusstest du schon,
nämlich: Du verdienst dein Geld mit Prostitution.
Du sollst ja meistens vor dem Busbahnhof stehen,
der Kollege eines Schwagers hat dich neulich gesehen.

Chorus
Lass die Leute reden und lächle einfach mild,
Die meisten Leute haben ihre Bildung aus der Bild.
Und die besteht nun mal, wer wüsste das nicht,
aus: Angst, Hass, Titten und dem Wetterbericht!

Lass die Leute reden denn wie das immer ist,
solang’ die Leute reden, machen sie nichts Schlimmeres.
Und ein wenig Heuchelei kannst du dir durchaus leisten,
Bleib höflich und sag nichts.
Das ärgert sie am meisten.

Circumcision, the real thing

(See original article from the Economist below)
Sir, in your article on circumcision and ritual mutilation of the male sexual apparatus you compare testicle squashing and circumcision and criticize both as “irrational”. First, the two are very different in their essence and consequences. The statement that circumcision might reduce male potential to reproduce, is kind of puzzling if not simply wrong. Looking at today’s societies, the opposite seems to be true: every Jewish community outside and inside Israel and every Muslim community easily overcome the average European or American – not “mutilated” - couple in numbers of children per head. Zooming in into Europe you might even find that it is the Muslim minority (circumcised) which greatly contributes to the last decade increase in child birth in places such as Germany. You do correctly mention that today circumcision -such a primitive ritual in between the lines- might help in preventing the spread of AIDS in Africa. However, you do not seem to remember that AIDS spread in the US and Europe at high pace in the 70s. Furthermore, AIDS is one of the very many sexually transmitted diseases, which are and were common in every society and especially when characterized by high promiscuity and little hygienic measures. I do not need to remind you that the “westernized” world has high hygienic standards for the past couple of centuries only. In the European middle-age, and surely in the Middle East of some two thousands years ago, running water, antibiotics or common ethanol -found nowadays in every house- were inexistent. A high number of viruses bacteria and fungi can find a warm and humid shelter between the glans and its foreskin (the fungus Candida, which commonly affects women also in western countries, is easily transmitted via the man shuttle). These can have a strong impact on reproductive chances and on the health of potentially reproductive individuals. Finally, you mention that the circumcision prolongs sexual intercourse and thus - you strangely suggest - it might reduce chances of reproduction. I think that -if true- this specific consequence of circumcision could be in fact considered as a blessing by every woman (...). Moreover, the longer the intercourse the more the physiology of the female reproductive system becomes "ready" to fecundation; semen production is increased as is the vigour of ejaculation. All this makes me think that you got it quiet wrong this time. Might have been religious, cultural, social, might have been a measure to avoid infections, but circumcision can sometimes be the real thing.

Aaron Fait, a circumcised father of three.

Circumcision
Cutting the competition

Jun 19th 2008
From The Economist print edition
Mutilating male members may mar men’s mischievous matings



CIRCUMCISION and other forms of male-genital mutilation are commonplace in many societies around the world. The origin of these practices, however, puzzles anthropologists and evolutionary biologists. They wonder what benefit they could bring, especially given the obvious risks of infection and reduced fertility.

Explanations have ranged from the pragmatic (a ritual that marks the beginning of adulthood and bonds men together) to the Freudian (having something to do with the pain of the separation from the mother). However Christopher Wilson, a neurobiologist at Cornell University, has a different idea. In a recent paper in Evolution and Human Behavior he suggests that male-genital mutilations are actually intended to prevent younger men from fathering children with older men’s wives.

Dr Wilson takes his cue from sperm-competition theory, which suggests that males of promiscuous primate species have evolved features that maximise their own sperm’s chances of fertilising an egg they might have to compete for. These features include large testicles which produce more sperm, and morphologically complex penises. Males of monogamous primate species, on the other hand, have smaller testicles and simpler penises. Human genitals are somewhere in between, perhaps reflecting the fact that people generally form pair bonds, but are susceptible to occasional bouts of promiscuity.

Some forms of genital mutilation have obvious effects on fertility. For instance, several African and Micronesian societies practice testicular ablation—the crushing or cutting off of one testicle. Some Australian aborigines engage in subincision, which exposes part of the urethra and thus causes sperm to leak out of the base of the penis. Circumcision does not have quite such clear-cut effects. But there are several ways it may affect fertility: most obviously, the lack of a foreskin could make insertion, ejaculation or both take longer. Perhaps long enough that an illicit quickie will not always reach fruition.

Older men are in a position to form alliances with younger men—passing on knowledge, lending them political support and giving them access to weapons. By insisting that the young undergo genital mutilation of some form as a quid pro quo, an older married man can seek to ensure that even if he is cuckolded, he will still be the father of his wives’ children. Of course, the older man has probably undergone genital mutilation too, and seen his own fertility reduced. But that, if anything, increases his incentive to make certain that the young bucks are similarly handicapped. And if all the older men in a society conclude this is a good thing, it will rapidly become a socially enforced norm.

To test this theory, Dr Wilson made several predictions. Among them, he suggested that mutilation is more likely to be practised in polygynous societies (since a man with several wives is more vulnerable to cuckoldry), and is especially likely in those polygynous societies where a man’s co-wives live in separate households from their husband. It should also take place in a public ceremony watched by other men, to avoid cheating or free-riding. And there should be a strong stigma against men who refuse it.

To test his predictions, Dr Wilson looked at a database of 186 pre-industrial societies. Some 48% of the highly polygynous ones practised a form of male-genital mutilation, and the number rose to 63% when co-wives kept separate households. By contrast, only 14% of monogamous societies practised mutilation. Moreover, and also as predicted, the mutilations were almost always carried out in public, often as part of a coming-of-age ceremony at puberty, with strong stigma attached to unmutilated men.

Dr Wilson’s paper does not definitely prove that sexual competition is at the root of male-genital mutilation. But it does provide a plausible explanation for a puzzling practice. It is not likely, however, to have much effect on attitudes toward circumcision. The men who enforce and undergo the rituals are no more aware of the underlying evolutionary motivations than of why their testicles are the size they are. Those who engage in the practice for religious reasons will surely continue to do so. Otherwise, most of the Western world has already largely abandoned routine neonatal circumcision, which is seen as an outdated and unfortunate medical fad.

The exceptions are America, where more than half of newborn boys are still circumcised, and Africa, where circumcision helps to stop the transmission of HIV, the AIDS-causing virus. There, infection really is a far greater threat to the number of children a man might have than the loss of his foreskin.

urban art

Cause I've got Schweden on my mind

(Die Aerzte, 'Gerausch')

Mirror (Murakami H)

Lo specchio si prende gioco dei gesti senza tempo,attorno al tuo volto si riflettono fili d'argento.
(Quadro di Andrea Jori, www.profumiecolori.com/Jori.htm)


...After a couple of puffs, I suddenly noticed something odd. My reflection in the mirror wasn't me. It looked exactly like me on the outside, but it definitely wasn't me. Not, that's not it. It WAS me, of course, but another me. Another me that never should have been. I don't know how put it. It is hard to explain what it felt like. The one thing i did understand was that this other figure loathed me. Inside it was a hatred like an iceberg floating in a dark sea. The kind of hatred that no one could ever diminish. I stood there for a while , doumbfounded. My cigarette slipped from between my fingers and fell to the floor. The cigarette in the mirror fell to the floor too. We stood there, staring at each other. [...] Finally his hand moved, the fingertips of his right hand touching his chin and then slowly, like a bug, crept up his face. I suddenly realized i was doing the same thing. Like i was the reflection of what was in the mirror and he was trying to take control of me. [...]When the sun came up, the typhoon had already passed. [...] The cigarete butt I'd tossed away was there as my wooden sword. But no mirror. There nevere had been any mirror there. What i saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply - myself. I can never forget how terrified i was that night [...], the most frigthening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?
(excerpts from a story of Murakami H, collected in "blind willow sleeping woman", Vintage International 2007)

Fahrenheit 451- the temperature at which book paper catches fire

Books bombarded Montag's shoulders, his arms, his upturned face. A book landed, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim wavering light a page hung open and it was like a nowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed as if stamped there with fiery steel. (Ray Bradbury, 1953)

The beauty of the DDR

Marzahn


The first DDR cinema in Berlin, the "union" cinema

The end of communism

no comment, Berlin.

 

The Beauty of it all

Sede Boqer, view of the Wadi

On the way to Eilat, the Aravá desert

Eilat, view of Jordan

Trieste 1943

It was in the late years of WW2 when two SS knocked on my grandmothers door in Trieste, looking for jews. One had an appealing kind behavior, one was rude and shouting to the women in her thirties and my oncle -then a 7yr old child- shaking at her side. The "ugly" perlustrated the house, the "gentle" remained with my grandmother lifting the child with his strong soldier hands. The "ugly" opened a door of the house where, inside, an old man in his 80s sat in the shade on a wheelchair. Sick, a long beard split in the middle, the physionomy of the staettle. Meanwhile the "gentle" approached the window of the house, the child on his arms, the view of Trieste , the gulf and the Carso was spectacular. The soldier pointing to the chapel of the synagogue in the mid of the city asked the child with a soft voice:"son, what is that church with the round roof?". The child refrained to answer and shook his head nodding, saving the family. The oldman looked at the "ugly" in the eyes, then the soldier closed gently the door. In a rare moment of pity, my grandmother was told to leave the house the next day. She left, with her son and the oldman.

Ci sono crimini peggiori che bruciare libri, uno é non leggerli [Joseph Brodsky]

SIAMO TUTTE ASSASSINE. Aborto, la fuga delle donne

Interruzione di gravidanza, strutture in crisi «Attese e umiliazioni». E tante vanno all’estero
NOTIZIE CORRELATE
I numeri della legge:la scheda

«Le prenotazioni per la legge 194 sono esaurite. Riprenderanno il 19 febbraio dalle 11 alle 12». Così la segreteria telefonica dell’ospedale Macedonio Melloni, tra i più importanti di Milano. Inutile meravigliarsi. Prendere un appuntamento per interrompere la gravidanza è solo l’inizio dell’odissea che le donne devono affrontare per abortire oggi in Italia. Un percorso a ostacoli tra ambulatori aperti solo un’ora alla settimana, accettazioni a numero chiuso, colloqui, visite ginecologiche ed ecografie che costringono ad andare in ospedale anche quattro volte, liste d’attesa che superano i 15 giorni almeno in un caso su due, l’insistenza dei volontari del Movimento per la vita in corsia, umiliazioni emblematiche come il cartello con la scritta «Interruzioni di gravidanza» appeso ai lettini delle donne in procinto di abortire al Niguarda, eliminato solo dopo l’intervento dei sindacati dell’ospedale milanese. L’irruzione della polizia al Federico II di Napoli dopo un aborto terapeutico è la punta dell’iceberg di un fenomeno che spinge sempre più donne a rivolgersi a cliniche estere. In fuga dall’Italia per abortire.

I viaggi dell’aborto
«Are there a lot of italian women coming here? », «Yes. Lately even more». Alla domanda se ci sono numerose italiane che prendono un appuntamento, la centralinista della Leigham Clinic non ha dubbi: «Si. Ultimamente sempre di più». La clinica a sud di Londra è diventata uno dei punti di riferimento delle donne che con 780 sterline possono interrompere la gravidanza nel giro di una settimana. Un numero che non ha eguali in Europa. Lo dimostrano le statistiche del ministero della Salute inglese. Con l’arrivo in Gran Bretagna di una donna ogni due giorni, l’Italia è in cima alla classifica dei viaggi per abortire, seconda solo all’Irlanda (dove le Ivg sono illegali ameno che non siano in pericolo la vita e la salute della donna). Avverte Vicky Claeys, direttore per l’Europa dell’International Planned Parenthood Federation, il network mondiale per la tutela della maternità e della salute sessuale con sede a Bruxelles: «Il clima che si respira in Italia è preoccupante. La legge c’è. Il problema è la sua esecuzione: abortire sta diventando quasi impossibile ». Due le conseguenze dietro l’angolo, almeno secondo Bruxelles: «Chi ha i soldi va all’estero, le altre rischiano di tornare agli aborti clandestini». Tra i medici contattati spesso dall’Italia, ginecologi famosi come il londinese Kypros Nicolaides e il parigino Yves Ville. Le donne prendono il volo verso Londra e Parigi soprattutto per le interruzioni terapeutiche di gravidanza (quelle dopo i tre mesi, qui vietate di fatto dalla 24ma settimana). Ma sono in crescita anche quelle che si dirigono in auto in Svizzera per prendere la pillola Ru486 non ammessa in Italia e ottenibile in Canton Ticino con 400 euro. «Ne arriva almeno una a settimana solo da noi—ammette il ginecologo ostetrico Jürg Stamm, balzato spesso all’onore delle cronache per la sua attività al centro di fertilità che guida all’ospedale «La Carità » di Locarno —. Io di solito aiuto le donne che vogliono un figlio e non riescono ad averlo. Ma l’Ivg non è un reato: perché, dunque, negare alle pazienti la possibilità di abortire senza entrare in sala operatoria? ».

Anti-abortisti in corsia
Tra i motivi che spingono ad andarsene, anche le difficoltà con cui spesso deve fare i conti chi si rivolge agli ospedali. Al San Paolo di Milano gli appuntamenti per le Ivg vengono presi un’ora alla settimana il venerdì, dalle 13.30 alle 14.30. Al Buzzi di via Castelvetro gli sportelli sono aperti il mercoledì e il venerdì alle 7.30, ma la segreteria telefonica avvisa già: «Vengono accettate le prime 16 donne». Altra città, nuove situazioni. Agli ospedali Riuniti di Bergamo la sede del Movimento della vita è all’interno del reparto di Ostetricia e Ginecologia guidato dal 2000 da Luigi Frigerio (vicino a Comunione e Liberazione). Al San Matteo di Pavia se n’è appena andato via anche l’ultimo non obiettore: gli aborti li fanno due giovani con borsa di studio. A Desenzano c’è un solo medico che esegue le Ivg (quando è malato o in vacanza ne deve arrivare uno da fuori). Stesse scene anche fuori dalla Lombardia. Al Ca’ Foncello di Treviso c’è un solo ginecologo su 15. E, proprio in Veneto, è atteso a settimane l’arrivo in consiglio regionale del progetto di legge di iniziativa popolare che prevede, tra l’altro, la presenza di volontari antiabortisti negli ospedali. Il consigliere di Alleanza Nazionale, Raffaele Zanon, ha chiesto di mettere in discussione la proposta subito dopo l’approvazione del Bilancio 2008. Ancora. «In Basilicata la percentuale di camici bianchi che non praticano aborti è vicina al 93%, anche se i dati del ministero della Salute, fermi al 2005, li danno al 42%—denuncia il radicale Valerio Federico —. All’ospedale San Carlo di Potenza raggiungono la quota del 95%».

Le liste d’attesa
In Italia, insomma, in media sei ginecologi su dieci sono obiettori, con punte del 70% al Centro. «Così hanno più chance di fare carriera e diventare primari, ma i tempi di attesa per le pazienti si allungano», fanno notare al Ced, uno dei principali consultori laici di Milano. Per almeno una donna su due trascorrono più di due settimane tra il certificato del medico e la data dell’intervento. Il 25% deve aspettare fino a 15 giorni. E adesso con la fuga all’estero per le Ivg si rischia un déjà vu di quanto già successo con la fecondazione assistita (a quattro anni dall’approvazione della legge 40, «I viaggi per la provetta» sono al centro proprio oggi di un convegno organizzato da SOS Infertilità allo Spazio Guicciadini di Milano). Non finisce qui. C’è chi teme che mentre negli ospedali pubblici si moltiplicano le difficoltà per abortire, nelle cliniche private prendano piede le interruzioni di gravidanza clandestine. Mascherate da aborti spontanei. Da codice penale.

Benedetta Argentieri, Simona Ravizza
16 febbraio 2008

20 years ago, somewhere in Brooklin

Sono i miei 35

Sono I miei 35, su di una esse nel buio del mattino berlinese. E' stato frettoloso I'll modo di portarmi attraverso l'eta' in cui realizzi forse per la prima volta il ticchetac del tempo. Lo reralizzi vedendo le colonne della tua infanzia sgretolarsi, sentendo di amici cari scomparsi, lo senti forse piu' acuto scorgendo vulnerabilita' in chi ti ha protetto e cresciuto. Sono anni di vagabondaggio per ritornare vincitore di qualcosa che nn sai definire nemmeno, di un posto al sole, di un tetto, vincitore nella battaglia per fare della tua vita qualcosa che ami e che ti senti vivere dentro e nn vedertela passare accanto. Eppure e' quello che fa, la vita sembra sorpassarti, ti sorpassa con gli anni dei tuoi bimbi e dentro qualcosa ti dice che e' loro il senso che tanto cercavi. Ma non del tipo Dawkinsoniano di semplici involucri attraverso i quali quel virus gigante nelle nostre cellule si riproduce e nemmeno di quello Dostovieskiano di deprimente anarchia. No e' molto di piu'. E' il senso ebraico della memoria e del nome. La memoria dei tuoi valori e pensieri, della tua voglia di cambiare, delle vittorie e dei falliment prende corpo. Un piccolo baule dei ricordi...ma capace di modellarli e riproporli in chiave propria. Una sorta di direttore d'orchestra geniale intento a reinterpretare parole e ricordi e darne un timbro unico. E ti vergogni quando vieni imitato nei lati di cui non vai fiero e ti riempie di gioia il germoglio di semplici parole che credi importanti. Vedi allora te stesso non piu' come una unita' alienata dall' egoismo e individualismo, due forze allucinogene che danno una sensazione orgasmatica ma che presto si esauriscono e rivelano una sterile masturbazione. Nn sei un corpo a se stante. L'individuo per sé é una dannazione. Sei i tuoi genitori, i loro genitori, gli avi, sei i tuoi figli, i figli dei tuoi figli, sei energia pura attraverso il tempo, ben oltre I pochi anni che ti é dato agire. Ma quanto grande e' la tua azione, quanto positiva e duratura la tua memoria, quanto fertile il tuo insegnamento, quanto dolce il tuo ricordo dipendera' da questo frammento di realtá fisica del tuo 'io'. Tanto amaro quanto dolce, vivrai nel tempo, sopravviverai la morte per essere benedetto o maledetto dai chi ti portera' nel suo cuore, nel suo modo di pensare e agire, vivere, creare distruggere, amare o essere odiato. Non e' una anno che passa e' un giorno dopo un altro, un'ora alla volta, ogni minuto diventa un tuo strumento per nn cadere nell'oblio.
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