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Ready-dad, I entered the house and took me away a lot of stuff.

The first thing that came to me saying it was a vaffa but are jokes from me in the holidays? But it was all true.

-Two TVs, stereo, watches, some jewelry, in short eye on the ten thousand. Over the door, which now will buy armored, but it costs a minimum of four thousand. We hope the insurance pays half of the new port and all the rest.

The first thing I said was, you see a combination, what they told the cops:

"But there is someone who wants you bad?

tried to explain, otherwise someone might think that Germany is a plague of peace and good morals. Of course, break-ins happen here as in Italy and elsewhere, but here, given that justice works like lightning, that process is done in two or three months, the sentence is given three to five years, and the penalty is safe without the discount- criminals do things pretty well, not lost in attempts, but plan consciously trying always tasty prey. Now I'm not saying that my son has the pieces to sit is fine, but not a rich guy and then her apartment is in the center of the city center, in a one-way street where parking is difficult in normal conditions, then with now piles of snow and ice everywhere, almost unusable. I say, these people will be needed to park the car for at least a quarter of an hour, maybe more, and nobody has noticed? And how did they know that there was no one at home? A family with two children aged three years do not usually absent for so long.

Kripo The criminals who spoke later found he, too, the strange thing. Same question of my colleague: someone wants to hurt? Why do some Einbruch are made elsewhere and not in the city center. And if he says the expert I feel comforted.

Carino was the story of how my son did the business. Upon arriving at the door and found that she had been forced, with a crowbar-like a good boy he has not entered but phoned the police.

-Do not enter, wait colleagues.

Three minutes, three.

Four policemen, four. Draw their guns and enter the apartment.

Like in the movies. They look everywhere, also in Latvian, even inside the closets.

-E if they were still inside? Says the foreman. It has already happened.

Then they work on the search for fingerprints.

Nada de nada.

-By this time all wear gloves, do one of the policemen even try to ask if anyone has seen people wearing gloves to turn around here.

-Check what's missing, is another.

All very very professional.

But what is the most damage, that no insurance company can alleviate the damage morale. La sicurezza è stata infranta, quel senso di benessere che i tedeschi chiamano in due modi "Heim" e soprattutto "Zuhause". Ecco è il Zuhause che si è infranto. L'ho capito dalla voce dimessa di mio figlio, dal tono di cane bastonato.

Ho pensato: e se dovesse capitare qui da noi? Noi abbiamo la porta a vetri, basta un calcio e va giù, nemmeno il piede di porco o di agnellino. Ho letto la paura negli occhi di Annamaria.

-Qui a Maximiliansau non è successo mai niente. Le ho detto.

-Nemmeno nel centro del centro di Karlsruhe però, mi ha risposto prontamente.

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In the two years that followed John Cally Filiput had to invent a new life, because he realized that the time he ran in a different way, more slowly and seemed to him anyway to rejuvenate every day and not to age.

He had been unable to present to his old job at Mercati Generali because he did not know how to justify to his former colleagues metamorphosis. He changed the city, first went to live in Wiesbaden, then in Frankfurt where he found work as a storekeeper in a company of the leather: all days to pack bags, handbags, belts and luggage. The owner's son was a cute girl and very pretty. He kept the accounts in an office on the second floor, and just look at the window overlooking the courtyard to call all the workers he wanted; but called just "Johnny" since he had arrived.

Then John Cally down his stairs, crossed the courtyard and climbed the twelve steps of the stairs to the second floor offices. She made him sit down, offered him coffee or tea depending on the time, sometimes even some cookies, then you start to talk about any topic without preference, of course in English to practice the language, he said; but she cared little what language to speak, she just wanted him to stay in its office. In the end, almost to justify the time it was taken away, it was decided to commission a couple of nonsense, the first that comes to mind, and he if he could return to his winks and smiles between the occupations of other workers. They had understood that all the pretty young Anette took a nice thing for him, but the girl lived together with a high tedescone and wiry red hair as a mustache that's raining on the mouth, which seemed even jealous of the shadows. For this John Cally Filiput would not be under any illusions, but he tried to think that Anette was just curious. He had told him more than one When: could not understand how a forty year old could be so dry and wrinkle-free, with lots of hair on his head and muscles firm thus in short, he proved a little more than twenty or twenty-four (twenty-five, he was just thinking, just the years that it had at Ypres, but this had never done a word to anyone and no one imagined that he had fought in the Great War).

female curiosity, he concluded, on the other hand, if we moved in together but will have to like his lanky roscio.

Anette But one morning he called to ask him to go with Magirus-Deutz, a locomotive of 80 tons, to his house in a Less of the little village on the other side to load the trunks.

-call a couple of men, "said John Cally Filiput.

-You do not need anyone. Franz Joseph is already waiting, she said, will help him.

John Cally And so he left his truck along the 170 Benz gray and black girl.

if you lost it twice and had to stop because he reached. The second time went down from his elegant vehicle to ask:

-Do you have any problem with the truck?

-This truck goes to oil and gasoline, he said peak and then the gears do not sono sincronizzate come sulla sua berlina.

Dal tono della voce lei capì che "Johnny" era molto adirato; non doveva commettere con lui gli stessi errori fatti con Franz Joseph, un uomo non va mai umiliato. Gli chiese scusa e si adattò a trottargli davanti al muso del Magirus-Deutz e non più a galoppare.

Franz Joseph il rosso li aspettava all'ingresso della piccola villa vestito come per andare alla funzione religiosa della domenica. John Cally Filiput entrò nel cortile a marcia indietro, sganciò e ribaltò la sponda posteriore e salì insieme al rosso i pochi gradini della veranda. I bauli erano già belli e pronti, allineati gli uni accanto agli altri, di grandezza media and not too heavy.

half empty, he thought John Cally because of an acquired habit of finding statistics. They were intended for two people but half was missing. So the guy is leaving, he concluded, and he felt more cheerful and the trunks seemed even lighter.

also had to help load a leather chair, a commode and a small colorful shade of French style.

sbaraccare thought John Cally and watched quietly leave the cold of the two: as a handshake between two old comrades. Anette then shut the porch and the gate with the keys that red Franz Joseph had returned and started to his Benz. He started and disappeared.

The red-haired man said to John Cally Filiput to follow. He had a small British-made convertible that he drove very slowly. Cross the bridge over the Main, Frankfurt, and then all came in Nordweststadt Heddernheim in the district, in an alley near a wooded park.

here -Bello, John Cally Filiput tried to say, but the other did not want to start a conversation. Work is finished put a note in his hand coldly.

-really nice here, "said John Cally again without even thanking the other side better, he added, chuckling, so no longer had any respect per il perticone defenestrato.

Anette era sparita anche lei e a John Cally non andava di agitare le acque con domande inopportune. Risolse tutto Adriana, la cuoca napoletana tuttofare, che furba come una volpe da un pezzo aveva capito tutto; ci pensò lei a togliergli l'ansia di dosso.

-Fräulein Anette si è presa una settimana di ferie per riprendersi dallo stress della separazione. Vedrai che quando ritorna sarà freschissima e piena di nuova voglia di vivere e di fare all'amore.

Era appena tornata infatti che lo pregò di andare a casa sua a sistemarle una stanza, che era poi quella usata da Franz Joseph come ufficio. John Cally gliela imbiancò e tappezzò in un fine settimana. Lei cucinò per lui in modo irresponsabile e indecente, e capì in quel momento che il bell'italo americano aveva un palato molto più fine del suo ex, e che pertanto si sarebbe dovuta procurare un ottimo libro di cucina.

Quando tre settimane dopo lui trasferì i suoi bagagli in quella bella dimora Anette volle cucinare la prima cena tutta da sola, lasciandolo in grave imbarazzo: non erano ancora mai stati a letto insieme, e John Cally temeva che quel pasto gli avrebbe rovinato la prima notte d'amore. Lo temeva fino a quando assaggiò il primo boccone di lasagne: assolutamente eccellenti.

-Incredibile, esclamò. Come hai imparato?

-I got help from Adrian, I've dragged here every night and now I think I potermela get even with sophisticated dishes.

He was right: John Cally Filiput knew that the lasagna was a very complicated dish, and what I was eating was delicious.

The result of the night of love was even more brilliant in its opinion. Never tried anything like that, would answer Fräulein Anette if he had questioned about it, but did not need to do: he knew that since the last meeting with Kurt Marx hospital of Mainz had all improved, rejuvenated and reinvigorated its everything.

started so eccellente il periodo più bello della vita di John Cally Filiput, ma durò solamente poco più di un anno e mezzo.

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C'era però ancora una speranza e John Cally Filiput si aggrappò a quell'ultimo filo. Si recò nella biblioteca municipale di Richmond e consultò tutti i libri che parlavano di Karl Marx e della sua famiglia, un lavoro che gli portò via tre settimane di tempo. Alla fine conosceva tutto della sua filosofia ma poco sulla sua famiglia, troppo poco, quasi solamente accenni. Comunque ora sapeva che il grande Karl aveva avuto tre sorelle e soltanto un fratello, più giovane di lui a few years, but it was still dead consumptive boy. There were two uncles by his father, had died in the first twenty years at war, one of many fought in this century, the other married a Luxembourg and lived for many years in Trier. Did not say if they had brought up children of their adoptive or bed, but John Cally Filiput immediately decided that was to begin the search from Trier.

In the old city on the Rhine, the Augusta Trevirorum of the ancient Romans, leafing between polverosissime voluminous papers and records, found that Ignatius Marx Luxembourg and his wife had spent most of their life together in Limburg, the lovely town of ' Hesse mail almost centro del Parco naturale dell'Alto Taunus, e che ivi erano morti e sepolti.

Il viaggio in terra germanica di John Cally Filiput terminò nel cimitero di Limburg, dove in una grande tomba a forma di cappellina gotica riposavano cinque salme: Ignazio Marx, sua moglie Annalise nata Gauthier, suo figlio Erbert Ludwig Marx, la moglie di questi Maria Assunta Barbarelli di chiare origini italiane, e per ultimo tale Kurt Marx, nato nel settembre 1891 e morto nel mese di luglio dell'anno 1916. Non c'erano fotografie secondo l'usanza tedesca, ma tanto quel Kurt non poteva certamente essere quello che lui aveva conosciuto.

Un'omonimia, pensò, che aveva fatto venire voglia al suo Kurt di mettere in giro tutte quelle frottole sulla parentela col grande filosofo materialista; oppure chissà come si chiamava e quella piastrina chissà come era finita appesa al suo collo. E questa poteva essere la spiegazione più logica, visto che il suo Kurt sembrava non essere mai esistito con quel nome.

John Cally Filiput si rassegnò e mise una pietra sopra tutta la faccenda. Aveva conosciuto una ragazza di Mainz e iniziò a convivere con lei lavorando come scaricatore e operaio tutto fare ai Mercati Generali di Mainz. In America si era diplomato in computisteria e amministrazione aziendale, ma non conosceva la lingua tedesca tanto bene da poter entrare in una Banca o in un ufficio privato di ragioneria; si adattò a fare un lavoro pesante e umile intanto che imparava la nuova language from its Margarete, who was an elementary school teacher.

For five years he loved, and endured it for four early spring of 1929 he left with a great noise of crockery destroyed and slammed doors.

not even think of returning to the United States, where after the collapse of the New York Stock Exchange, unemployment was rampant and people were throttled for a loaf of bread. He continued to work at Mercati Generali in Mainz, where the money's coming every month sure though never received increases. On the other hand now that spoke their language had placed him in an office to keep records of loading and unloading of goods. It was then his job and should have been happy, but decayed more each day, as if not eating enough. For food he ate, what happened and where it happened, especially in those cloisters which the Germans call "Schnell Imbiss" kind of snack bars, where for a few pfennig give you a slice of bread and a nice bratwurst with hot sauce on a very spicy. Never cook at home, too much hassle to prepare and too much stinks to shake. Good thing the Schnell Imbiss, no dishes to wash after eating and throw down a few beers and fresh belly was full. But

decay day to day, and when he happened to meet people who had not seen for some time wondered how it was all for always reduced. "Are you aged badly, they said everyone works troppo o fai troppo all'amore".

Ma di quello neanche parlare, non toccava più una donna da un sacco di tempo e l'ultima volta che ci aveva provato era stato un disastro, con il suo pezzetto che dopo due o tre miserabili tentativi si era definitivamente afflosciato lasciandolo seminudo alla mercé degli improperi della signora delusa e offesa a morte. Era tornato a casa con un tremendo bruciore di stomaco che non lo aveva lasciato dormire. Da quella volta non aveva più provato ad andare a letto con una donna temendo di fare nuovamente cilecca.

I bruciori di stomaco continuavano però quasi ogni notte, da un po' di tempo anche di giorno, soprattutto appena aveva iniziato un pasto, tanto che si poteva dire che ormai quasi solo bevesse e assai poco mangiasse. Gli si erano molto diradati i capelli e i superstiti erano tutti grigi e secchi, cosicché a poco più di trentasette anni sembrava un vecchio di almeno sessanta.

Lo trovarono una brutta mattina sul pavimento, piegato in due accanto alla sua scrivania, con le braccia rigide avvinghiate intorno ai fianchi e la bocca spalancata alla ricerca di aria. In ospedale gli diagnosticarono molteplici acciacchi più o meno gravi e una perfida ulcera perforata. La sera stessa fu operato, e a notte fonda lo portarono nella stazione di rianimazione.

Fu infibulato e incannulato a dovere, mentre una suora anziana ed efficiente non lo perdeva un momento d'occhio. John Cally Filiput dormiva tutto il tempo e quando apriva gli occhi in qualsiasi momento della notte e del giorno gli capitava sempre di vedere la sua monachina affaccendarsi intorno a lui. Gli dava una sensazione di benessere e di tranquillità sapere che una persona vegliava su di lui, non gli succedeva più dai tempi della sua infanzia. Richiudeva gli occhi e tornava a dormire beatamente. Ma una notte che si era svegliato di soprassalto per il gran rumore, vide che non c'era soltanto la sua suorina accanto a lui ma anche alcuni infermieri e un paio di medici. Lo presero e lo caricarono sopra una lettiga.

-C'è una emorragia, gli sussurrò la sua suora; si faccia coraggio e preghi.

-Mi operano di nuovo? Le chiese.

-E di gran carriera per evitare la peritonite. Io pregherò all the time for her.

Kneeling beside his bed, completely absorbed in prayer, he saw a few hours later, who knows how many, many, however, because now dawning.

-Com 'is gone? He managed to ask in a faint voice.

-L 'surgery went well, the nun said in a whisper.

-I'm dying, real sister?

-Her life is in God's hands. Cally Filiput

John closed his eyes stifling a sob. Now that he had come to the conclusion of the last chapter of his book private fleetingly realized how he had read the words. Who was who told him that life was a sheet written on which everyone threw glances in passing, and even if they could see some particularly well let slip all the rest? Who had ever told him?

-Your grandfather Calogero said a man's voice.

He opened his eyes suddenly. The sister was gone, but in the gloom of the room saw a figure tall and strong.

-You did not even recognize?

That voice had never heard, but something had immediately attracted his attention in the face of the man who had entered his room, making him jump the heart between the upper teeth, there was a void, an absence fatal .

-Kurt! He cried. Kurt Marx! Then you're alive or ... no, darken immediately added, maybe I'm dying. Listen

-John. We do not see a lot more 'time, but you must not fear danger because you're under my protection.

Kurt-I do not understand: you have just arrived after a century have not seen you already and I do understand that you will riandrai quickly as you came.

All-Travel, "replied Kurt Marx.

-There are many things that I should explain.

-Not now, not the time. Now I will go out of here. Immediately after you get up from that bed and you abandon the hospital.

She saw him disappear at any moment, although he had much need to have with them. Gli aveva detto di alzarsi dal letto e di andarsene dall'ospedale, ma come poteva? Era stato operato da poche ore per la seconda volta. Però si sentiva bene, come mai si era sentito, fresco come un ragazzo. E poi doveva aver fiducia in Kurt Marx, che era venuto di persona a rimetterlo in sesto.

Si sfilò gli aghi ipodermici dalle braccia, saltò giù dal letto con una agilità che non aveva più da tempo immemorabile, aprì l'armadietto e ne trasse i suoi vestiti cominciando a vestirsi. Era allegro come un ragazzo che ha marinato la scuola. In un attimo fu pronto, ma pensò che non poteva andarsene senza prima ringraziare la buona monachina che tanto si era data da fare per lui. Si accinse a cercarla in corsia, ma proprio at which time the nun entered. The fast passed by with his usual rustle and the delicious smell of freshly washed clothes, and pulled up the blinds letting in the light of day in the room. He turned and saw him.

Filiput John Cally tried to assume an appropriate expression for a person who takes his leave with regret but also with the satisfaction of having saved the Pellacchia. He was about to open his mouth when the nun came upon him.

-What are you doing here? He does not know at this time that the visits are forbidden, and who did enter the room of a resident bad?

not give him time to respond because he had looked at the bed and she realized it was empty.

-Oh, my God! Oh, my God! He began to cry, what happened to that poor old man? Where did he go? Can not move, it is very serious, it is more dead than alive. It was her, shouted rushing him to John, helped her alone she would not ever done.

Filiput John Cally stepped back looking for a word, a sentence, a syllable that he was not in his mouth, while the nun rushed out of the room throwing off the alarm.

John then went to the sink and looked in the mirror. That's why the nun had not recognized: the old gray, wrinkled and balding that just before lying in bed there was more. In his place John saw himself as he was at the time of year in Belgium. Not only stood for a minute to reflect on the whys and wherefores of his transformation. He pocketed the his things and left the room quickly. He met nurses who came from many sides, but no one cared about him. After a few minutes and some flights of stairs came into the courtyard and hurried toward the exit.

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soon as he was able to get out of bed and stand transferred him to Paris with a train of the Red Cross; of there in a research center in London. It was a sort of immense hospital, where patients were soldiers emerged from the massacre of French and Belgian countryside and sick with no apparent remedy dysentery, worm infections, that could not be cured, forms of insanity were not recorded on the texts of psychiatry.

Filiput John Cally in there was the icing on the cake, in that case was the rarest of all: he was the only survivor of a bombing on the basis of dichloro ethyl sulfide, the gas and the place of his then passed to the first use history as yprite.

They explained that he was for them a kind of living phenomenon. His uniform, his boots, vest and pants were soaked with gas that just like the clothes of the dead. To them the skin several hours after death is flaky and fall apart, revealing a sticky, smelly liquid oozing hypodermis. Traces of this gas were also found on his hands, neck and face, deposited as a fine powder which dries the skin. First responders were tested with gauze to clean the dust that was analyzed proved to be dichloro ethyl sulfide in quantities that can kill a whole company. But he was not dead, he had no damage to the respiratory or sores on the hands or body. Nothing had happened, if not something that had a little 'out of office head as he told that story to all of her dorm that first brought him to safety and then he turned back to die. But this could be explained: when one has gone through a death camp as if his feet touched the ocean without drowning in a storm, seeing all his comrades die one after the other without uttering one breath it is certain that something is out of place inside the brain.

-well? He asked the doctor who was talking.

-Us, we hope everyone, but nobody knows how it will end your story, "replied the doctor, you're the only case that we have.

After the war no one could say John Cally Filiput if the maid, whose name was entered in the medical texts of law, was actually okay with the head or are not, and in this case no one could swear that one day she would return to place that poor head. Of course there was always that the patient had continued to insist on an absurd version of "my friend Kurt Marx saved my life, running faster than the wind," but among the dead that morning there was no with that name, even in that company in that battalion, in the regiment and across the American Expeditionary Force in Europe had not existed none of the soldiers who were called Kurt Marx.

John Cally Filiput was discharged after a full year of admission. The War had been over for a few months, and the American contingent was almost completely returned. There were only a couple of battalions of the Existence and Health to reload the ships the last crumbs. John Cally Filiput was admitted to a health department, which he did not single out a hypodermic needle from a syringe, but the war was now a memory and then he had a special character: the officers were careful from giving orders, and the NCO turned away.

He slept during the Atlantic crossing, the sea for nearly two weeks of mostly calm sea perfect for a new era of peace, quite different from that of his arrival in Europe, sea agitated by wartime.

He began his research from Richmond, where his story with Kurt Marx Karl Marx's adoptive cousin had begun, but his regiment was disbanded on returning home, and all documents had been sent to the central Atlanta for troops on leave. Now he was famous in the States, he had seen in Richmond that did not make the hall. In Atlanta's enough to give his name because everyone stands at attention and nobody wanted to ask which give cause for stirring in the old paperwork. They put up the heavy logs of all actual 122 th Regiment in the last five years, mackerel, and laid on a table to have a comfortable chair.

There was no trace on that record of a soldier named Kurt Marx, had never existed in the regiment, nor was the far left for Europe no one by that name.

John Cally Filiput immediately went back to Richmond, to be sure that the only place where he could finally have news of his friend was the administration of the hospital where he was still hospitalized when he was not a soldier was lying and where Kurt Marx in the bed next to her, admitted before him in a fit of jaundice, yellow like a lemon, were the words of Adele nurse, if she had not invented him.

But there was not even the presence of a patient by that name, non nel periodo prebellico, né durante né dopo la guerra. Per di più Adele si era sposata e trasferita altrove senza lasciare indirizzo.

-La maggior parte delle infermiere fa così, soprattutto quando sono molto carine, gli rivelò un sottufficiale; lo fanno perché qualche ammalato o qualche medico che si era montato la testa non le vada a cercare rovinandole magari il matrimonio.

Così veniva reciso il cordone ombelicale tra lui e il "tedesco". Non esisteva nessun dato relativo al fante Kurt Marx, di origine germanica ma morto a Ypres per mano germanica con indosso una uniforme americana, e che fosse americano come lui John Cally Filiput non aveva alcun dubbio, perché with their own eyes had seen the name written in Roman characters on the plate and not in Gothic, as the names of German soldiers died on platelets that sometimes he happened to pick up before burying them. He had dreamed a dream does not last for more than a year. True, however, was that if someone had asked how to speak English Kurt Marx could not give an answer: he did not know what language you speak Kurt Marx, did not even know the sound of his voice because Kurt Marx had never spoken to, but if it had always been good good to hear what he said, since they had met in a military hospital ward of Richmond until she had left him exhausted, but except on a hill the edge of the yellow fog that had stopped before returning to the trenches.

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 Un gruppo di blogger, stanchi delle espressioni insultanti del Presidente del Consiglio nei confronti degli omosessuali e dei suoi atteggiamenti sessisti ed omofobici, ha lanciato questa bellissima idea, ispirata dalla manifestazione organizzata dall'Arcigay di Firenze che si è tenuta sabato 6 novembre, con lo slogan: Porta un finocchio per Silvio. L'idea è scrivere oggi, sul proprio blog, indipendentemente dal fatto che tratti di cucina o meno, una ricetta a base di finocchi, non importa anche se è già stata published. The banner, for those who want to add to your blog, you can find it here: Here's my
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recipe, recipes already posted on the blog of the rabbit, but willingly republication. I called: I Cecio of fennel, because the recipe has passed me a dear friend Roman who has this nickname. Clean
two or three fennel, cut into wedges rather thin. In a pan, fry lightly in a little oil to make a clove of garlic, finely chopped (but is optional), add slices of fennel and cook on low heat. After a while, 'add a little warm water in which it is melted a saffron and mix well. Continue to cook until the fennel is cooked but not too much, must remain a bit 'dry food, and until the sauce has not dried completely.
I also tried the version with the curry, and it is equally delicious.

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La Certosa di Bologna

In recent days, hanging around on Facebook, I discovered that a young photographer from Bologna, Mauro "Squiz" Daviddi, made a series of photos right in the monumental cemetery in Bologna. Cemetery that I know him well: as a child my father brought us not only to greet my grandfather and my brothers, but also for us to admire the beautiful statues, and then I discovered by famous sculptors, that adorn many graves. And my mother always told me that during the war, as a child, she went there to play hide and seek with her cousins \u200b\u200bwho lived nearby, being one of the few green areas in the city safe.
La Certosa is relatively recent, founded in 1801 on pre-existing structures fourteenth century later suppressed by Napoleon, and it is not great, but it was a stop on the Grand Tour of the 800 young European noblemen.
Today I took advantage and after going to see Lucy, I started to walk through the cloisters, this time looking for the statues that Mauro has portrayed with such accuracy and so much heat, making them attractive despite the neglect of the time. And I stopped to watch images, to read first and last names and dates, think of those people, imagine what could be their stories, their sadness so similar to mine.
I prayed for them and the sadness was dissolved in a great sense of peace.

For those who want to see the photo of Mauro Daviddi, this is the link: http://www.certosadibologna.info/

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Napul'è...

Naples welcomes us always a little ' sgaruppata and under a thick, warm rain that runs out in minutes. There's a light in the air, despite the rain, which still belongs to the summer . And here is the traffic chaotic, noisy but patient people, and we also crosses love to take care of without traffic lights or strips on whether or not we are and no one honks or launch invectives, simply have to slow down nte, and they let you go then depart. Passeggiam or along the narrow streets of Decumano and we are delighted once again by the beauty of the facades of palaces and Baroque churches, despite the crumbling plaster , weeds growing everywhere and smog forming a black patina on each frieze on each curl. We stopped for a while 'in the island a happy and' Piazza Bellini to hear a piano and the voices of a soprano and a tenor who come from finestre aperte del conservato rio. E' bella Napoli, ci stupisce ogni volta nonostante tutto.

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Wired!

And now ... we are wired!

We are a small piece of the electricity grid.
Both producers and consumers.
The panel does not accumulate energy, the exchange with the network ... we have a nice counter production documenting how much energy has been produced ... and a new meter (two-way) that says how much you have entered and how much you have taken from the network ...

's so that the first day of production we have produced 7 kwh, (auto) conusmati 2 kwh, placed on the network 5 kwh (maybe for the cold of our neighbors).

status (GSE) should pay us to approximately € 0.47 per kW and easy to say that we earned € 3.5 on the first day (half day).

And 'beautiful to look at the inverter, which collects nearly un'euro hour. Too bad not being able to do more ..

Well, I have many other features. I just want to point out this fine article by Andapanda I would not go lost.
Greetings Marco consumption of less which I say ... is true, neglecting the blog is not beautiful, but because being so categorical ... I think we should enter another phase of blogging ... need to write only a few times, only when you really have something to say and maybe do a post little 'impromptu, like this one. We are not journalists, we do not live for news every day, and not a job ... it's just a blog. An online diary that you take out once in a while and write down the things you go through your head. Then someone goes and reads ... but unfortunately the fact of knowing that someone can read, appreciate, or less creates a mechanism that forces you to feed the blog. The "pride" or whatever ... and ends that become a slave ... the report online, comments ...

ok, so I digress and greet. Extemporaneous.

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Kitchen

L'ho letto tantissimi anni fa, e mi piacque moltissimo. Lo lesse anche Lucia e si appassionò ai libri di Yoshimoto. Era uno dei sottili fili che ci legavano. E la cucina era l'altro. Tanti pomeriggi, serate a cucinare insieme, pensare ai menù per i giorni di festa ma anche alle cene cucinate in fretta all'ultimo momento.
La cucina è davvero il luogo degli affetti, che passano attraverso la preparazione del cibo, e poi attraverso la sua degustazione: sapori e profumi home. And yesterday I tried to recover the habits of the first with Philip and Edward. We cooked together, helped me to prepare dinner, and there, while peeling potatoes, sliced \u200b\u200bbacon and grated cheese, started again that talk between mother and child, stories about friends, about the study, plans for a trip with fellow of the university.
And we laughed at the jokes that we did, with lightness and joy. We designed the lunch today, and within that plan was the start of our family to live, which was lost for a while '.
Now we have to go home, to our newly renovated house, hopefully soon: We miss our kitchen!
the way, yesterday evening we have prepared the potatoes and bacon.

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Caos calmo

a bereavement, a sudden failure. And the inability or the inability to express their grief. And then it stays there, sitting on a bench, waiting, while life will turn around and try to drag him away again. But there remains, almost indifferent, or perhaps you suddenly everything becomes clearer, you know finally what are your priorities, the things that really care and then everything else will become irrelevant. learn to choose for yourself and your loved ones really, only for them, and suddenly you can breathe and eventually go to the bench, finalmente sentendoti anche in diritto di essere, a volte, triste.