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As I looked, the voice of another age, his hands fell on his face, for fun, I thought it would be a bit 'a shame, a bit' an insult to the intelligence (dis) ordering of the meetings, an illegality beautiful and good, with the complicity of our immaturity and distinct so innocently obvious, a certain awkwardness to make reservations and to stir up the pole and the rest of the world barricaded off, with photographers and onlookers, waiting for an event that will be consumed in silence and without the knowledge of authorities. A shame, an outrage, an illegality, not to delay as much as possible the moment the applause, when people casually talks as if the stage had suddenly dissolved under the wave of their shots, not to regulate stunned the last traces of white lights and white, which is also a redemption and a chance to start again from scratch as a separate new.

She slept in a terrace where there was room only for the bed, and a wall of bars to repair the falls, or their simple projection in fear, devouring the moment in which a tear had shown the possibility that the words were finished talking to them, they shrank the conflict in the confirmation of the complications away.

He watched a stream, the stream that had every kind of American action film that is, every time I needed a scene with a stream going to frame that. Had they not pointed out by showing photos of various films with a stream in the scene, and actually matched them all. It was not asleep. The cries for help of a road in the Trans had lacerated his stomach, and had died when he tried to tear away the cynicism in the concern of possible damage to his car, parked below. At that point the wall had started to sneeze and some windows had been opened as an annoyance call. The black writing on the ceiling, dashed from the chandelier still, only letters were indistinguishable and presumably changing and did not give any explanation to the kit launch vehemently injunctions against the impotence, in spite of the uncertainty principle of H, its an observer in the face of reality.

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when the door closes I feel a bit 'vacuum. or maybe socks. maybe you just so that I do not even realize, one hand clutching the eyes to cover the violent scenes and a song to hide the background of gunfire and explosions. protect you from the emptiness of a fog on the first floor of Tarkovsky indistinct, but you will get closer, printed sul mio viso, che la luce e il respiro depurano dal tempo, come in quel sogno, una bambina. Il vuoto è proprio dietro di me, disteso alle mie ombre, una per ogni luce sul palco. Perderti e proteggerti coincidono con lo stesso movimento in avanti, io sono il punto d’equilibrio, la barriera saldata sul precipizio che è anche l’unico appiglio esistente. Quando te ne andrai, un istante atterrito concederà al corpo invaso dal nulla  di incespicare spandendosi a terra, togliendo materia al vento, ritornando lentamente alla distrazione degli specchi, niente di cui dolersi, solo spazio da riempire, fra gli interrogativi sul senso avuto dall’uscire da se per incontrarti, giustificazioni nella Beauty to wake up find you sprung up from the collarbone, in the perception of the potential you have to let me get the picture I have of me, that is on your liquid form and discontinuous, which are modeled your cheeks in my hands.

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Adrift: Parks and Gardens 3 / 3: The Naked Park.



The main objective of cities such as Milan is to believe that underneath it never existed at all, that there was no grass, earthworms, crickets, mushrooms, rivers, land.
Rather, a sort of neutral ground, a platform specially designed to accommodate urban areas. The green one encounters around gives the impression of having been imposed from above with a crane, as the great vessels of asphalt in which to grow trees stuffed. Of course you do not think that Milan has spread around at the park in your house, that urbanization has shunned them for mercy.
None of us is a city, but who would have had to become probably very proud to have finally destroyed nature, earthworms, crickets, the earth beneath our shoes dirty then I cleaned all day, the ants. And it feels so
Milan. Free from the inconveniences of the world as we have been given.
For this reason, it is absolutely inconceivable to any sort of climate change and weather patterns.
The sky, which in most of the land has the advantage of not being built on, not afraid of zoning or late capitalism.
The sky's the dorks, and that Milan is not well. It rains a lot or a little rain, there is the summer heat or air in the mountains, cold or humidity Soviet of Satan, Milan on time are surprised and very quickly try to draw from their stupor of statements parascientific.
Living in this city for 28 years, and if only I had kept a notebook with some notes, I probably would have noticed that in February is always a fucking cold, it rains a lot in June, that sometimes it snows a little 'accident and with the snow that we do not make the bullets, which sooner or later comes a week of awful hot.
Each of these events come to Milan but as it was unique, with an exasperated roar, and soon the ranks and the ranks of the symptoms of an impending climate apocalypse (people at the bar that worried face and says Hollywood "anyway is not normal that makes this hot ") or as a sort of one-off miracle. In the latter category is the big snow falls.

The Snowstorm is every couple of years, but none would be ready to swear, because each of them can boast the legendary memories contours and difficult to place in time. There is talk of serious snow, the one that blocks everything and that triggered sensational battles in front of schools, the snow of a God who tries to tell you something. In one of the biggest snowfalls in Milan in which I participated in, or perhaps in all, we went to the Parco Lambro do bob races down a hill, which look more like an episode of Jackass since almost everyone was completely drunk.
Ecco, il Parco Lambro, quello sì, dà l’idea di un pezzo di mondo schivato dalla città, dribblato per rispetto. Entrateci da Via Feltre, possibilmente di notte, possibilmente non dopo aver visto filmacci sui serial killer che girano per i parchi a caso, e cercate di sfruttare gli alberi e le pendenze – due cose con cui a Milano non si ha mai a che fare. Sugli alberi potete arrampicarvi (io non riesco), per il pendio potete fare i rotoloni o aspettare che nevichi tenendo il bob in mano. Potrebbero volerci un paio d’anni o forse no, ma quando accadrà sarà bellissimo e arriveranno persone gioiose e forse un po’ oblique, convinte che Milano sia sotto un incantesimo.

Quello che il Parco Lambro può offrirvi senza manto bianco vale comunque una visita, possibilmente in una notte ispirata, nebbiosa o disperata (quella nel video era un po' di tutte e tre). Fu il teatro dello storico, discusso, incazzatissimo Festival del Proletariato Giovanile nel 1976, quattro giorni organizzati da Re Nudo, duecentomila persone, mille casini. Oggi, gente che lo attraversa in cuffia pensando sto dimagrendo sto dimagrendo , animali feroci che non si fanno vedere e luci aliene che ti fanno credere che a Milano di notte ci siano dozzine di lune.
Anche quando non ce n’è neanche una.

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close yourselves in the street, between the slots cut out silhouettes of passers-by, grab handfuls of deplorable vacuous and dull eyes, between the wakes of the cars launched 'against each other in the lanes merged with the nearby pavement exhausted from a full day of talking and shopping bags, I remember when I bought my first heavy jacket, was for the trip to Russia, was the first day of work to be boss, for his niece was allergic to dairy products, are very happy to find you well, better get some phone calls when you ignore it, pretend to be anything, take ten minutes to think about the last dream, she left the house and had a stiff neck and caressed her back and you scratch a little, as designed, go to the cinema tomorrow if it's free because we are the number plate, ten minutes to focus on the figures opaque filtered out of the tent, the window dall'acchiappasogni of wood, from the terrace, from tablecloths into large squares hanging from the railing, trees and telephone wires, so light that they appear in the morning shadows or stains from the kitchen.
ten minutes to imagine that around lunchtime, in front of a mirror, she observed the reflection dell'appendiabiti distracted by the door and an anonymous brown umbrella, which will become a December evening huddled in the shelter of a roof to ' entrance of a cinema, which will become a wall of pink flowers climbing in a cottage near the lake, which will become a story by Pasolini, discovered one of the last exam, which will become a meeting-so intrusive and laws-this-piece-than- is-really-nice, which will become a small smile, cloaked in a white face and thin red hair.

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She was very determined, was not let go, with your blue indelible signs hung on the door or left on the pillow, then slipped to the ground behind the tables and the stairs, barefoot, to pretend to chase, while the nearby leaves the house and run to cover my feet, then fall back into a rap all'accelleratore determination to see you go away from painted parking specifically recommended by a night time. always happen that way, we'll wake up suddenly during the tremors prevented in meditation, in semblance of planning fluid, fluid in the smiles printed in the ears, who knows How many more times will happen, who knows how many other times not. you will lock in your pre-printed or hesitation, you will miss a metaphor in the poetry of concrete. thanks anyway for those moments of eternity suspended panic docile, waiting disconcerting immersed in words and pictures in black and white , thanks to these scores to wobble masterfully executed until it comes time to turn the page, and then lost the edge of the physical distance, the transience of daily newspaper that pre-existing back to claim their rights and prosaic reasons of consistency.

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scratch test il muro col tuo nome, piano che il buio è solo un tentativo, che la notte i muri si scalfiscono con la leggerezza di una parola, ripetuta in sillabe cadenzate da minuscole pause, fra i denti e il palato, non c’è più nulla a significarla eccetto l’aria tiepida che incontra la stanza, quasi riscaldata dal movimento, quasi soffocata dal movimento, ombre-solido-imploranti e non ci sbatto più contro perchè ho memorizzato la posizione, i piedi a bruciare logorando la soglia di separazione, le mani a stamparsi schiaffi supplichevoli sui cuscini gualciti, libero eccetto il corpo chiuso e goffo e non ci ho mai trovato nulla di bello, se mai smettesse di pesare, gli stringerei volentieri la mano e lo conserverei scrupolosamente nell’armadio, in alto, come il vestito buono per i matrimoni degli altri. intorno agli occhi chiusi una piazza vuota con un ritaglio di macerie domestiche, buone a riempire discariche, deglutendo muri di rifiuti flaccidi, simbolo del disastro, e il mio personale modo di interagire con la sconfitta, calpestando i pezzi più piccoli per infastidirmi i piedi, accovacciandomi a contemplare i più grandi, che visti da vicino con la guancia-freddo-pavimento, occupano lo stesso campo visivo di una casa atterrita dal sole prolungato, e incombono imponenti, amorfi di briciole ma apparentemente compatti. 

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Adrift: Parks and Gardens 2 / 3 - The Melancholy of questionable or Forlanini





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Amori lancinanti, vacanze di una vita, primi baci, grandi addii e clamorose dichiarazioni durante il cenone di natale: nelle cantine dei miei lobi frontali si lavora alacremente per farmi credere che in tutti quei momenti io ci fossi col corpo e con la mente, che il mio flusso di coscienza fosse interamente dedicato all'evento in corso.

Ma il presente è distratto e ci vuole del tempo per ridargli credibilità, senso, intenzione.

Una delle poche eccezioni a questa colossale opera di ricostruzione del vissuto (o forse un secondo livello di ricostruzione che ama presentarsi come eccezione), uno tra i pochi luoghi che associo a improvvise e consapevoli intuizioni di compiutezza dell'esistenza for me is the park Forlanini.
If happiness has never lasted more than a minute, that's where I could stay longer - as early risers in the mountains to see deer and one day he meets someone who does not run away at the first sound. The park is
Forlanini in Milan east and extends between the homonymous street, monstrous traffic artery, which provides daily tot inclusion of vehicles in the urban area, and via Corelli, a pleasant street notorious for having to address CPT
gray area between these two lines, certainly nothing undeniably nice, you can find space and oxygen. The park is in fact
Forlanini arguably good - sometimes even arguably beautiful. Part of his questionable
the beauty derives first of all honesty. There are city parks
able to hide the houses and men, and make you think long-quarters of an hour to be elsewhere (the Tiergarten, Berlin, New York's Central Park, the Parco Lambro, Milan).
lie with large foliose branches covering the scenes, we encourage projects bucolic or jogging against the worst painful sense of guilt. The Forlanini no evidence, either, enough large fields that we can make plans projects are divided by small canals that it is reasonable to assume full of huge rats, shoot hills that seem to hide under trees planted close to hide something bad, the background planes that leave from Linate airport, the machines that can run from Linate and Milan perception quite clear that the horizon is a dirty business.
You enter where you want because it has no gates or fences, but fate would have it the way structures doubt limiting its scope: a sort of giant miniature golf that seems built following a period of great hype of the mini (which does not But there never was), a kind of shelter where they raise and stun the dogs bark at me when I have drugs in his pocket, a sort of admired from a small pond where the nerd who tried the radio-controlled boats, a baseball field that I think I'm always in competition with the mini golf in the category sport che in italia nessuno si caga.

La sua discutibile bellezza non ha, a onor del vero, molti altri highlights.

Si potrebbero citare i granitari vintage che raschiano giganteschi blocchi di ghiaccio per affondarli poi in sciroppi di pessime marche o le cascine di grande interesse storico che ho scoperto essere tali solo da wikipedia (per anni le ho credute rifugio ultimo dei ratti enormi di cui sopra), ma sarebbe come cercare di vendere un gameboy a un dodicenne di oggi.







La verità è che mi sembra di ricordare che quindici anni fa, quando ci si giocava a calcio con gli zaini a far da palo e il tramonto a chiudere le partite, tutto dentro e attorno a me fosse più ragionevole.

Melancholy was already there but he did not object, it was like a rudimentary first notice of the time.
you return home tired and I generally bruised, imagining the life that awaited us more or less the same - only with more sex, more money and perhaps the real poles instead of backpacks. Those with real stakes
saw them two Pratoni further: twenty-two Omoni in chest, ranging in age between twenty and sixty, who every Saturday at 13 you would meet to make doors, choose teams, discuss the Saturday before, vows revenge, trying on shin guards, to comment on its belly or bacon.
I played with them several times, risking her legs and waving to receive ball su un campo che pareva immenso già dopo il primo scatto. Capii abbastanza presto che non avevano soldi, che il sesso non era certo un capitolo felice delle loro esistenze e che tutto sommato non ci voleva molto a procurarsi dei pali veri.

Poi cominciò il liceo e la gente smise abbastanza in fretta di voler sudare a pomeriggio.

Con pochi superstiti si inscenarono ancora per diversi anni tentativi di rallentare tutto quello che stava succedendo alle nostre vite. Con risultati alterni, si continuò a sudare e a credere importante buttare la palla tra due zaini che venivano continuamente spostati e messi al centro di inutili discussioni sulle possibilità teoriche di rimpallo della sfera casomai avessero d'improvviso assunto la forma di veri pali.

No one tried to cheat each other that much, and around the park also was not trying to trick us - leaving the machines in the background and feel the air go to places where once we went on foot.
When my heart is full of landscapes and sighs from the manual, going back to remind me to always be the case.
The last time there I found the darkness descended, the ones with real doors that down after the latest attempt not to change anything and the people who have arrived since there certainly had to have a good reason. Perhaps
to finally meet a huge rat, that there in fact I've never met in person.
If that had happened, maybe we would have grown all with less melancholy.

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E gli occhi chiusi dark eyelids lowered liberated much sharper images of the common thoughts, cities were observed by a meter away, balconies and ships, and most colors, decide where to go and what to watch, usually there is never anything, everything moves to a higher level of abstraction. I think of an object, a bottle, and I feel in my head, but I do not see really. and that night, at the end of the night, I had seen so much, that maybe I had no great need to look like repetition of the melody of a classical work in the lead after an hour of listening, uncovering able to handle the sheet of a number of tools, search for those sensations again and I hope that no incidents eccezionali, adesso non c’è niente, e non si sente niente.

il sole a forma di luna, riflesso nei palazzi e negli animali irrequieti e nascondersi fra le nuvole e riapparire nel bronzo-plastica delle pellicole fotografiche piegate in due che erano scarti di esposizioni sbagliate che erano luce dosata male e adesso filtri rudimentali per il sole arancio e spicchi nascosti, divorati lentamente e lentamente rilasciati, e succede così raramente che dovrebbero guardarlo tutti, bruciarsi di lacrime nella momentanea sopraffazione, invece di evitarne la vista, come accade di norma nel resto dei giorni.

E gli occhi chiusi sul primo treno dell’anno, sfiniti the first night, deep in the seats, around the words of others are like reading the thoughts of hidden thoughts and exhausted as the fog muffled the windows overlooking the grass and the white off, coming to be confused with the dreams lasted for a moment that come to halt because of the thoughts themselves, when they become too high, they become voices, and not only streams, collected, stolen from the other and immersed in their own lives. Impressionist paintings of dawn breaking from the clouds on fire, on the banks of the river with lamps that sink and break and swim and go away as streams of color that ends up diluting the blue, the crowd blurred fluid that fills the square, and girl to the side because although there are immersed, feels elsewhere, in another context, and some French eyes step away and one day disappear.

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Adrift: Parks and Gardens 1 / 3 - How to delete



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
.
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.
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Adrift - Phone Center Integration or unsafe





Among the many small and great fears that affect this country, has issued in recent years for lack Decree Pisanu - che costringe chiunque decida di offrire una connessione wi-fi a
1) chiedere il permesso al questore
2) chiedere i documenti a chiunque vi si colleghi
3) documentare su un apposito registro tutti i movimenti e i siti visitati da ciascuno dei fruitori
4) conservare detto registro fino a più infinito per eventuali controlli.
Un caso tutto italiano motivato dalla ormai leggendaria lotta al terrorismo - una singolare attività occidentale nata 9 anni fa che ha come principali attività il cercare gente con la barba lunga e il turbante nelle grotte del deserto afghano e il cercare gente con la barba lunga nel resto del mondo, specie quella tanto furba da aprire siti in cui organizzare attentati come fossero partite di soccer.
surprising that in the 70's you could make ten times the attacks that are made today with the help of telephones, faxes, and nothing more.
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That said, it seems that the Pisanu decree will not be extended beyond December 31, and although it is unclear what we should expect from the next day, it is fair to imagine that any kind of exercises will begin to shoot around it without the wifi signal searches of any kind.
's still to be seen whether this new scenario will declare the end of the picturesque world of the internet point in Milan - internet point that they never called.
Until now, except for a few sparse and tragic cases of internet cafe (with bureaucracy worthy of the 12 labors of Asterix, unworthy prices and a snobbish era, you did not even travel in hyperspace), the only way to check email around Milan was (or better yet - for the next few weeks ) enter into a phone center.
Hidden from windows that read as a call per minute costs in Bangladesh and in Siberia (curiously, still much less than I spend to call people who live four blocks away), the phone center are small rooms that challenge the generally dilapidated meters frameworks to try to place as many payphones as possible. At first, that not even the desk with ikea first price on a separate computer which connect via skype with Peru or Nigeria.
In the space that advances, cash, documents and show where to send money in Turkmenistan or in Siam (paying commissions to lenders to companies to transfer spend something close to zero asymptotically).
Step inside, it is difficult to intercept a single Italian word: inevitably, the attendance of the phone center is almost entirely foreign, often divided by continents (hardly the phone center venice door behind you will see African Colombians - and vice versa in predominantly Latin).
Milan is in fact the European Capital of dis-integration: Despite the large proportion of guests everywhere, it is virtually impossible to meet with other ethnic groups in areas that are not public transport (which are conspicuous by their mutual hostility of all against all).
There are local Chinese, South American and local venues for Italian - but there is no danger that we are all together to eat something, watch a concert or what else Sadio.
For years, in the absence of a laptop or simply driven by little desire to stay at home, the phone center they offered me shelter and connection.
Inside there I found all sorts of humanity, and often beautifully photographed in the crucial moment of contact with families thousands of miles apart.
Each in its own way: South American screaming into the phone as obsessed, probably to say things like "hello "Or" weather there "(from the outside and not knowing the language, a phone call from my grandmother Gallipoli must be identical), children connected via skype with my uncle who sweats via webcam from Calcutta, the Ukrainian side asking you how to get on facebook, and even Chinese who watch videos on youtube popstar Chinese or Egyptians who have come there to write on Word and then print the menu of pizza (one day it helped a menu for New Year's Eve, and I mimicked the dishes because they did not know that name).
short, a rare - very rare in Milan - the time of intersection and contact between peoples.
course take the first step may not be easy: just a few steps and looks even less in some phone center for realize that one of the first Italian ever went there. But the doubt of being out of place is the same as that behind the counter every time the phone center that enters an Italian shop.
If god (one case) will, in some phone center located in strategic places and often close to universities or the like, it recently began to notice a healthy mix of faces, colors and cut of the eyes - including Italians.
One of them, Jasmin Phone, run by a Lebanese from the constant smile and the beard of Methuselah, has provided me with the network for more than three months, when at home hiding - and more than once kept me from forgotten keys or wallet there - and happily watched a growing number indigenous population of Milan go there for various reasons.
One evening, while dates of Ministers on Facebook instead sat on a stool unsafe, the police burst. There are five, in civilian clothes, and like a script are mild and polite as wild boars in a garden. The smiling
Lebanon was attacked and was ordered to show word for word for the navigation of the two Moroccans who had a side (one dealing with faccialibro like me, the other looked at the Trenitalia website). The Lebanese
smiling (sometimes less) but the computer search printouts - who is twenty years and is set with the wind - s'impalla. Meanwhile, the present order is made not to move the stool collapsing, pulotti and, increasingly threatening with anyone in this room do not speak Italian well (ie everyone except me and some of the policemen) are starting to ask for documents, residence permits, and details the reasons for the presence of network activity in each of these , and then start to groom smiling threatening the Lebanese of all things if he had not pulled out of a countless series of documents concerning the phone center. The Lebanese
in question amounted to a knowledge of what I have of the Chinese, let alone understand what the bureaucracy was screaming in the Calabrian pulotto front. As an Italian, the only exception from the suspicion of terrorist activity, but then no one understands why my presence there - and then keep me there for safety in custody.
Outside, beyond the glass with the rates for Bangladesh, a person waiting for me - but I am forbidden to go out or tell her what on earth is going on.
That's right, what was going on? Five people of different nationalities were made cocks their neighbors sitting together in front of computer patched up, wondering occasionally help in case one was not able to open your mailbox or print your resume or disimpallare the computer. And behind the counter, a Lebanese accused of not being able to demonstrate what he did fuck up the internet more of these Arabic.
For thirty minutes, my phone center of Italians trust are in the majority - and the worst moment I ever spent there.

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The shameless greed of the average bar in Milan - reminiscent dell'Autogrill medium (ie dell'Autogrill, as are all the same) - could not fail to arouse the attention of those in structure , ideology and training, capable of heights of greed and cunning much higher than ours.
That is, the Chinese comrades - who are in the hands of Milan more or less like my brother's hand when the board of Risk is to pull off the target.
do not need to be employees of the conspiracy or register to view it: simply, vai sotto a casa a prendere il cappuccino e, a dartelo, al posto di Mario, c'è Wang Xiu - che per comodità ha per altro deciso di farsi chiamare Mario. Il caffé in media non è peggiore di quello che bevevi prima e scopri che non ti mancano poi tanto le frasi di circostanza di Mario 1.0.
Insomma, è tutto identico - il che vuol dire che neanche a Wang Xiu gliene frega un granché di metterci dell'anima dentro alle patatine, all'impianto stereo, ai tavolini e via dicendo. Se vuoi un succo di frutta, come in un qualsiasi bar milanese di milanesi, quello ti prende un succo di frutta dal frigo, lo apre, lo versa in un bicchiere che speri pulito e te lo mette sul bancone (costo dell'operazione: circa 3 euro, roba che se mi dici where's the fridge I do). Except that, in addition, understands that to beat the bar next to it is better to mess with the Chinese - which means lower prices and keep open more or less forever.
If the bar is an Italian side, begin to say that it is impossible to work so much and make such low prices, which surely they do something horrible in the back. If the neighbor is already a Chinese bar, it will just remove the more or less and begin to stay open forever. Which is a definite advantage for you are looking for a croissant at Easter (but not only: the Chinese in Milan will save lives and the belly often and more willingly), but it also means that you enter the bar is practically the shaping of the non-Italian dreams we had before - carried out by someone who knows how to make cash without too much chatter.
Valga such as the establishment of a brilliant Chinese management in a wretched bar Viale Corsica: the china come in, do not change anything - teaching, bar, names and compositions of the sandwiches - but simply to lower prices dramatically with erasing the previous marker on the menu and typing in the wrong way alongside the new prices. In addition, they invent a card that sandwich after sandwich accumulate points and win prizes behind the counter - or a string of improbable objects recovered left and right, going by the OSCE Mondadori faded Susanna Tamaro to pretend sword Chinese port to buddha brush to the saber real (top prize, such as ten complete passes). In other words: not only do the sandwiches the same as what was there before, but we do them well and we'll pay less than we found in the attic.
Genes.
that the Chinese are the new evolutionary step of Milan? Moreover, it comes after the ostrich velociraptor - not vice versa.

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