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They call me street

call me street full of noise and dirt,

call me and desolate road with no lights,

call me street, squeezed between the houses and doors with peeling

call me street where all are equal in the dark of night,

call me streets, where death is around the corner for you and me,

call me the street where the wind blows hot and dusts his clothes,

me call the road, property that is reflected in the eyes of passers,

call me street unemployed and miserable,

call me street beggars of beggars, the scum of city,

call me road scullery maids, whores, fogies,

call me street traffickers, swindlers, drug dealers,

me road called illegal immigrants, desperate for unnamed

call me street

road kills,

road that feeds,

street crying

,

road ride,

way that comforts the eyes of those who know how to listen.

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road returning from a dinner





I have just returned home, I smoked my last cigarette on the terrace (as usual), I said goodbye to John, who leaves for Stockholm and I started to rethink urgently to write something, at least one track of the many so many thoughts and words exchanged at dinner tonight with the "usual" partigiani.Si the same old partisan of spices that now we have heard so many times in this constitution, this resistance, quest'antifascismo that we do not realize that we have not heard, or rather never listen enough.

Solaro The dinner for the party of the Republic is the usual merry revelry fish wine and red flags and arrives punctually the usual request of silence for the hook, "ch 'i gà quarcò infantry to say!" The laid silent and young and old, children, mothers and grandmothers, all of you stop to chat, eat and listen to this great man with blue eyes , his voice hoarse, firm, fair, threatening those who dare to not voting for these elections imminent. "I always speak of the constitution that they say that they are boring!" Gancia the thunder from its 82 years, "But for me the mountains anaerobic doi ani cò Sten no hand in it myself boring landscape !"..( applause) ..

Gancia continues to speak of that world that he says he can see every day in the eyes of the young, young "liberated," as he calls them, that world that is disappearing slowly in straight lines around every day to make room for another "world".

That world that does not have respect for those who have washed the blood and attempts to equate freedom with a law the Republican fascist who fought against him.

That world and forget that rewrites history, and especially those who made it.

That world of young people who do not know why the school is closed on April 25, June 2 and I'm not here to celebrate with him.

The world is talking about the hook, the Commander Devil, he spoke of Varese, they are talking about and have almost all the grandparents spoke Italian and Liguria in general is slowly disappearing.

That world that you wanted to build on respect, tolerance on freedom and equality has been crushed by the xenophobic country patrols, the continuing deaths of workers, the Presidents and mobsters whoremongers.

Ends dinner and we're talking with "guardian" to tavolo.Bevono, smoke, sing, celebrate short. "In my day (Ivan tells us) mousse had mica so easy to ed!" (General laughter) .. we did not go to dance, and the resistance we have not to tell the cold that we had in the mountains as we have done to make anaerobic infantry in Bala and go too! for a country where and be happy all the same! "

sing with them and they all join the chorus that echoes in the green hills of olive groves overlooking the Gulf.

The Gancia sing for those who are no more and died beside him,

Flower for 20 years that no one will ever back

Coclite for the great idea of \u200b\u200bthat man had socialism and all that they say is now dead,

And I sing for my children if I have,

that anything will be told to read or study books, men will never know who died for them on my mountains,

can never say "Thank You" looking into his eyes, nor hear their strange stories in the evenings of June, when the air is warm

but the blowing wind from the sea comes in bursts apungere skin

to remind to remember.

goodnight.

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imbattutomi in the discussion between my two philosopher friends I suddenly decided to leave the study .. every reason is valid ... Abrazos!

NOT STAY IN YOUR ROOM, made friends with street children .

there are those who regrets protesters, who does the math, there are those who
screams and someone writes,
who does not have a dick in her belly, and he fucks the Sibyl that he wants explain how you live.

be indulgent friends, forgive me. Let

to the controversy, however,
whatever the subject, leaving the metric
and unleashing some bite
on your long white hands. From history

writes Armando,
there is to learn to not always fall into a death, there
in common future glory, but not all Possoni to Benazir Bhutto,
eh! .. it takes a full stomach to read and study, there is perhaps the task
better for owners of What
fight to donate some?

In the world of McDonald, the god of money,
PRETEND THAT THE COMMITMENT OF A PHILOSOPHER IS CLEAR! And I do not

fraitendete friends
I mean all the thinkers, who moved
aall'alba, ride a bike and you do not
surrounds the body of origin.

We want to tell the story quota?
lasts only for our opposition with Apicella? Of our film club of our magazines, our commentucci about things not seen.

Of our doing good, in dribble the faces of the oppressed as Baggio,
of our not knowing how to "A May". In our
lagana from squalid people,
puppet liars, igordi, lazy!
please friends in the fight we are regulars!
The story says, but there is no standing on the books!

None of us wants to have any regrets,
and then take them in hand you need to start with:

pen

a weapon, a gramophone



whatever you are congenial to FIGHT!


But that knowledge is always at the service of those who are below
those who do not know why defect has not even a face,
that there is Nietzsche and there is Giordano Bruno,
but there is bread, paint, and who reads them is who Bill Gates is not one.

Besos

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DIOècLAnDEstiNO

the Prime Minister Berlusconi said that at this time on the boats that are rejected by the Italian Navy, "there are people recruited in a scientific organizations criminals, "says that very few of them" are eligible to apply for asylum. " He's wrong. On these boats there was Tedros, 30 year-old Eritrean graduate and detained because not aligned to the ruling party. Just yesterday he had the documents to be political refugees. There was Saied, Afghan teenager fled the war. There was Aisha fled Eritrea and beaten and raped for months in a detention center in Libya. Here are their stories.

Tedros
Tedros 33 years old and holds a degree in social sciences and in his home country of Eritrea, was concerned with education and assistance to disabled people. He arrived in Italy last summer, July 30, 2008, aboard one of the ships of the sea on which there would be only the second Berlusconi "people recruited by criminals." On his cart in twenty-six were men, women and a child. Before arriving in Lamepdusa, then transfer to the center to accommodate asylum seekers in Castelnuovo di Porto, near Rome. Just yesterday, the Italian government presented him with documents that allow him to remain in Italy as a political refugee. Others arrived with him, are still waiting to be heard by the Commission which reviews applications for asylum.
Not exactly a criminal. And not even a subversive. Tedros, Tedy for friends, after graduation, as the Eritrean government forces, joined the single party, the PFDJ, which stands for "People Front for Democracy and Justice": "The name is good, the rest less and is required absolute obedience to the dictates of the party, "says Tedros, who served eight months in prison by being been tried, with whatever reason, are not sufficiently aligned. Released from there, began his flight. Following in the footsteps of his wife, who, in Italy since 2004, had preceded him on the way from Eritrea to Libya to Lampedusa. Now she is the maid in Genoa, and he, too, with the documents in your pocket, you can look for work.

ABDUL
Thirty years AH has had enough. He did not want to do more, no war or suffer the harassment and torture of the Sudanese government. For this he fled from Darfur. We'll call him Abdul, real name, because what is left of his family remained in Sudan and retaliation are not over for them. It all begins when
AH is sent to the front, where people die and that Abdul is a tribe hostile to the central government is constantly harassed. After three years in uniform asks for a license and slamming into a military prison where he suffers all sorts of torture. When injured not allow him to hug her. And when the soldiers go home runs to take it back. In its place, arrested the father, torture him and kill him. And after he killed his brothers. No one reveals where you hide Abudl, who only a year ago, crossing the desert on foot and languishing to earn € 1200 to be delivered to Egyptian traffickers, escaped in Italy, where he sought asylum. The Italian Center for Refugees, which raised its history, it assists. And in the end Abudl make it. And if the Navy had rejected?


Saied Saied from Afghanistan who had started nine years and, step by step, has traveled the entire odyssey of young Afghans fleeing the war. Saied was 18 when, two years ago, hidden in a lorry arriving from Greece, has reached its final destination: Italy. Indeed, more precisely: Rome. "From the Termini station, take the 175, get off at Ostiense station," recited the instructions precisely. Pakistan, Turkey, Greece. Each stage is a ploy to put aside money to pay the traffickers and to continue the journey until the final landing, on the benches of the square become Ostiense now the embassy on the road of the Afghan diaspora. From there, word of mouth brought him to the center Astalli, the refugee center run by the Jesuits. Now Saied, which political refugee, he learned Italian and is studying to take the middle school, does the mediator, has a salary and a couple of months living in an apartment.

AISHA
"I fled from Eritrea did not want to be recruited in the army and sent into the endless war against Ethiopia. My brothers and sisters were in the army and never go home again. - To tell this story is an Eritrean woman, we'll call Aisha, she told it to Doctors Without Borders in an immigration detention centers in Malta and is collected in the report "Not Criminals" -. In Libya, I was put into a detention center where I was raped and beaten several times. I was treated like a slave by guards and soldiers. I was a slave for two years and had no chance of escape - Aisha explains -. When I boarded I was hoping to become free. Then when I was locked up in a detention center in Malta I have lost hope and I had heart problems and stomach. The memories of violence and beatings were rekindled and it was difficult being in that place with so many other people. "

MOHAMMED
"I worked as road truck driver for a company engaged in the reconstruction of Afghanistan. It was May 7, two years ago, a group of Taliban has kidnapped me and four other colleagues. Three of them were killed. Their corpses were left in front of the building where we worked. " Mohammed, Afghan forties, is saved by a miracle. "My uncle has paid 10 thousand dollars for free." Who killed his colleagues, however, gives no guarantees for his future life. And so, a few months later, he decides to leave his country forever. A long journey, because of hardship and fear. First Iran, then Turkey. "In Istanbul - remember - I took a boat and we managed to reach the territorial waters Greece but we were rejected by local authorities. They made us throw all our clothes and money, I lost my passport, driving license and 700 euro. " The boat tries to turn back but the Turkish police refused it. Mohammed afraid to die at sea but in the end is Greece to offer hospitality to him and his countrymen. "They took us to a camp where we stayed for seven days, they said that was not possible to apply for asylum, we had to go to Athens." And that's where the man goes without shoes, with only a few clothes on. It also denounces violence by the police. "For no reason - shows - I was struck on the head with a stick electrified and fell." He wakes up with a broken arm in a hospital, Mohammed. "I was afraid to approach the authorities to request asylum, so I paid a smuggler: € 2500 so I could hide inside a truck that crossed the sea in a ship." You can reach Venice until 13 March.

IKE
"I was a math teacher - people say Ike, Somalia, in the report" Not Criminals "-. Three of my colleagues were killed, my school was closed and I lost my job. I ran away from Somalia because my home was no longer safe, a mine exploded near my house and hurt me. Otherwise I would have stayed, I would not get here. "

TITTY
Titty is very young, 21 years old and is a deserter. In Eritrea, the women are forced to enlist and wear the uniform and often are forced to endure sexual violence by the military men. From all this titty fled on board an overloaded truck crossed the desert. Eritrea, Sudan, Libya. And from there sailed to the last journey aboard one of the carts that Berlusconi wants to dismiss because they are full of "people recruited by criminals." Titty recruit who has not even made the Eritrean army has landed in Lampedusa last year. In these twelve months he learned Italian, he attended a course for social-welfare met an Eritrean boy. The Italian Government has recognized the right to asylum but assured, however, a "subsidiary protection".

SAMA
"I crossed the desert to escape the violence of Somalia and I reached Tripoli when my pregnancy was almost over - Sama says she fled the war and seeking a future for her daughter -. The day I left I bought a new pair of scissors and I keep them safe. I wanted him to stay clean. My daughter was born the first day of the boat. A man and a woman helped me during the birth: I blocked him arms, and she cut the umbilical cord with my brand new scissors. There were 77 on that boat, we were so overwhelmed that we were not moving. The next few days the sea was rough. The man and woman were held close to me and I hugged my daughter to me, I feared would end in the sea. In the four days we suffered a lot due to lack of food and water, even my daughter because my breast was dry with fear and hunger. "


ADAM Adam is just over twenty years. It is Sudan. As Abdul was a soldier in Darfur. Forced to enlist, he escaped from the army and his country to escape the war. Arrived in Italy five years ago in an inflatable boat, thrown by the Libyan smugglers on the coast of Lampedusa. Now he works at Ikea, where he was employed on a permanent, and lives in Rome, in a rented house.

SAHR
not remember the time when he decided to escape. Sahra, 32, a Somali, but know that everything is done in the name of the war. He was 16 years. "The girls were raped by groups of ten or twenty men," he says. "To protect myself, my father asked me to marry a man older than me. I was not in love, but I felt more secure, we had a son. " One day, 'that bloody day, "Sahra expecting her second child. "I came home and our home no longer existed ' whispers. "Under the ruins I saw the heads of my child, my father." Maybe that's when the woman decides to leave Somalia. "I had no money, no food, slept in the street, I had to defend myself from animals, from men." In the sixth month of pregnancy, Sahra began his long journey to the Sudan. For once, the young fellow some help. "I stayed for days in the desert with a bottle of water and some biscuits. Starvation caused me severe stomach pain, the fetus in her belly grew and I was thin, dehydrated ". She gives birth to a miracle as it passes through other African countries. "I was convinced that he could not survive, I felt touching the head and hair of the creature. He was born on, but the thrust was so violent as to bang your head to the child. I had a knot in the 'Cordolino' do not go out for blood, just as I had told my mother. I thought he was dead, did not cry or move. After a while, 'maybe I was unconscious, I touched her. She was alive. I decided to call Iman, in honor of our God. " The last port is in Libya where Sahra and small Iman are also the help of an Italian doctor. It is' to pay him the thousand dinars it needed to embark for Italy. "We were over a hundred people - reminds -. Every day someone died. At the bottom of the boat was no water, I thought that we could not have made but luckily there sighted a plane. We were dragged up to Lampedusa and a volunteer took care of me and my daughter. " The small but is entrusted to a family. The serious economic difficulties Sahra is an insuperable obstacle to social services. Still she sees it half an hour, once a month. E 'is this his new battle.

May 12, 2009 .....

But the stories of migrants is not interested in politics.

clinging to BARCON PEOPLE ARE BROTHERS TO ACCEPT AND TO PROTECT CHILDREN, ARE NOT THE WAY TO THE ITALIAN GOVERNMENT, xenophobia and class A FASCIST GOVERNMENT THAT HAS PAINTED IN SHAPE "Gap-MUGGING-RAPIST" which frightens OUR GIRLFRIEND IN THE EVENING THE "MIGRANT TYPE" ... Regards, Jo