A more or less regular intervals, Milan notices of bad breath: sophisticated detectors (or detectors?) Of fine particles and other amenities warned by the editors of newspapers regardless of thresholds above even as Mexico City have been exceeded.
An alarm periodically screamed that adds little or nothing to their humble insights. Given that attach to an exhaust pipe is intuitively harmful, having thousands around you will not do too well.
mayor turn makes a couple of wait-statements, and if you are really in bad shape, index antics like walking on Sunday, an initiative that prevents you from taking the car in the one day that could you to circulate, while leaving plenty of time to 1) hate taxi drivers over the first 2) to discover that means there's too late with the roads clear of 3) is still likely to be invested in one of the many bike with very special permission to move vehicles that seem to have all but you.
powders still horrible idea to go back in a few hours and then start again.
The discussion then moves on the green (according to a unique theory that sees the trees as the mangiasmog provided and watered by Mother Nature herself) and I swear I remember a mayor or councilor to bring out some some studies for which, among European cities, Milan has one of the highest ratios of green in the urban area.
difficult to say what green has been counted - even if it falls within the red light or poor samples of carpet or indoor soccer fields or the five euro - the fact is that anyone living in Milan, we can not believe that his intelligence insulted.
If you have doubts, an aerial view of the city - climb up, rented a hot air balloon or infiltrate into the new building in the region - fugherà them. What they see eagles and antennas is nothing but a huge building that has paciugo the bombing as an excuse and as the predominant gray pigeon. The
mangy parks jostle to be seen, surrounded by cranes and the parables and the penthouses of the councilors who talk shit. A further
to clip all their enthusiasm, it was thought to delete them, fencing, packaging and, at worst, give them names new unlikely heroes come to meet revisionist and presumptuous to believe that it means to administer a city to change the names to things and put in place a Christmas tree taller than the year before.
Here is a check for Sergio Ramelli park, gardens and even the gardens Indro Montanelli Quattrocchi (not the Smurf, but the mercenary killed after telling a joke written by Totti maybe that made me feel so proud of the paramilitaries the peninsula. So yes, the puff) and one dedicated to Oriana Fallaci (the consolation of course is to bring any quadruped to cagarci above). And while some
baptisms took on such additional measures as to cancel exactly (it is remarkable that put deleted become so easily erase ) of key points of the free life of the city.
That is, over all, and the Parco Sempione Piazza Vetra (or Park of the basilicas, but no one has ever called it that).
Two key cases in the recent history of the sinking of Milan - because in the nineties were two of the greatest aggregation points uncontrolled for most of the students from Milan and not only.
The first, which extends from the Sforzesco Castle Arch of Peace, hosted a daily streams of daring youngsters, bigianti, thinking, smoking.
Inevitably, the result, a large group of drug dealers hiding behind the bushes by the classic fumacci pitch (remember, even 15 year old, I went to buy from a group of Moroccans who did nothing but play frisbee, and when c 'request was simply throwing the frisbee key to the bush - and who was returning to retrieve the frisbee fumaccio below. were I caught a few hours later, but the plan was laudable).
I thought the center of the world, a place from which to start riots and descended into hell; where growing up and making mistakes and give kisses and take risks and give punches. From the outside, in the eyes of those who were already great, would seem a rather large garden in which he had become more complicated to go pee the dog - because it was full of kids lying down and niggas shady. It would have been sufficient to take matters in hand, make distinctions and controls to prevent the situation from degenerating or that serious crime sneaks a deeper level, would be enough to act with restraint and severity, allowing many to remain first and foremost a place to feel the their city. But
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There was a rain of cameras, gates and police, and almost overnight became Parco Sempione a place to avoid like the office of the dean. Same fate had
Piazza Vetra, who shared similar problems with the Simplon and vitality. In the latter case, given the small size of the actual lawn area, the gates seemed - and still seem to be - an affront to freedom of movement (not that of dogs and their masters, now the undisputed kings of every garden in Milan) and common sense.
goes without saying that nothing has changed in the quantity of drugs within the city limits in the last ten years, fifteen out of the parks do not even have to follow the frisbee for a bit 'of cocaine, which drug is better with the' asphalt and that for many known reasons and does not even have all this need not be seen.
Closes the unenviable review of parks and gardens that just closed in the evening, put the garden of Viale Montenero - in spite of the pitiful protagonist clashes of the last municipal year. The story is a key example of the recent bad trend in Milan: a bar that happens among many, years ago, decides to put the beer in three euro - which is an event in Milan - on Wednesday. The voice turns, people come and crowded in front of meadow (see post at the beginning of period photos picked up on the network). Meanwhile, the bid lapses, but people do not realize it and call each other. In short, thanks to a furious buzz and an obvious need to feel-in-a-half-many-people-who-drink-for-not-be-alone, the garden is the place every Wednesday of a huge people without ideas and without guilt. A kind of gigantic range in which to roam a small group to another with beer in hand or stay on the sidelines waiting for someone to pretend.
Wednesday after Wednesday, that's their way to the usual script: the young men make noise, the young men throwing bottles on the floor, the young men organized themselves and bring their beer at home rather than buy them in the bar above or in exercises with neighboring apparent failure to gain the economy of the area.
And they began raids and ambushes of vigilaglie polizieidi and assorted.
Nobody seemed to notice the benefits of the situation, the fact that thousands of people gather ogni mercoledì in un posto senza nessun apparente motivo - un fenomeno che si poteva con intelligenza (o con malignità, a seconda del soggetto) trasformare in qualcosaltro con sforzo minimo, un migliaio di persone e più al quale si poteva dare un motivo .
Macché. Un bel giorno si decide di cancellare il giardino, iperbole con cui si cerca di descrivere una sorta di isola di traffico con sopra un totale di forse duecentomila fili d'erba e dieci alberi dieci.
Un paio di settimane di proteste, qualche sit-in e poi le ruspe - ma in fondo era difficile unire in una lotta gente a caso che si ritrovava lì solo a bere, a condividere solitudini e avverbi di circostanza e una legittima voglia di stare all'aperto con altri simili.
A green gate - to bring it within the statement referred to above - that runs through the poles with sharp as bayonets, and so close to each other to see just let the rest of the gate (which is like eight feet away) . Who
along today without knowing the story behind it, believes that among the four blades of grass there is a treasure, a treasure to keep safe when the night comes and bandits roam.
Then, when everything was over and the youths were dispersed again with success, the coup de theater, the last of the rabble who insult directs this bleak suburb, the demonstration that even if it remained closed for a year in an elevator with any them I could only reach a shared truth.
That is, again, the name - how to claim preferred by the barbarians without history.
not know who has brought in Milan and I do not know how many know it, but now that cagatoio for dogs fought to the youths who had simply found a way to find where that is not facebook, the conquest of new citizens and their accomplices called dormant Park of the Berlin Wall, or better yet Gardens 9 November 1989.
Ok. Please let me out of the elevator.
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