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finally came out the bees. I should say the book "The Bees of the Dream", but over the years, "the bees" have really done a lot of company and served in life. That's why I like to say and write bees .

This is a job that involved Lorenzo (my husband) in many and many years (1996-2005). There were many drafts and many stakeholders. It seemed that for one reason or another there was no place for the Bees. We knocked on many doors. We had hoped for more. Then one day, I decided to write to PM Espedito, Servitium responsible for the publishing house, which he understood and started to Prendes care of them. Bees, soon, they would have seen the light.

When I began to attend Lorenzo during the mourning period, two were his partners, or better, two were the lungs that made him breathe: Paul Celan and Emily Dickinson.

Through dialogue with Celan was born Charity of the night was always p. Espedito who gathered with manly hands and the delicate manuscript. He knew the way and made himself available for a publication.

Then came the Lexicon of joy, of the new translation of Rilke's Book of Hours and then de The Bees dream .

I still remember when, many years ago, I went to Milan to bring the work of Lawrence in a note Literary Agency, to see if it was possible find a partner in the publishing world. The person with whom I came in contact was very helpful and tried to do everything possible to promote the manuscript. He sensed the value. Unfortunately, no nothing came of it, but with hindsight, was probably better that way. Every job has its own history and that of bees is long and cumbersome. The nature - my mother says - no jumps.

"are often steeped in pain and although delicate and beautifully written, are not suited to the needs of the publishing market. Perhaps that is why they struggle to take flight "- so, several years ago, I spoke to someone who still works in the publishing world and who knows the "strange" laws that regulate it.

Who knows, maybe he was right (although, truth be told, I think there are many other reasons and that the bees had to wait for the right time, as all things. Neither one minute or one minute after . There is a time for everything, even for the bees: you can not force the stages. The right to the heart that gives breath waiting, meanwhile, has many reasons to keep on living, loving and suffering).

Bees recently flew back home in their new guise. It 's beautiful.

A big thank you to Servitium Margheritta Pieracci Harwell and that kept them in baptism.

This is a long letter to Emily Dickinson, in which the poet Lorenzo poses a question about joy. On tiptoe, we enter with him into the world of Emily: I see no case, the faces and places. Small paintings set in Amherst join their merry voices of the companions or the sweet and suffering of the mother.

Any person, being in the hands of these pages, you can hear the echo coming from the room of Emily Dickinson from the living room and take actions, conversations, laughter still echo down to us.

These bees, I assure you, are friendly, they treat their guests with respect, whether they are "good" or "bad" readers.

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Love and work are two things to keep forever and always separate: at the cost of running out of both.

There may be sentimental harmony with a person with whom you work only if the husband and wife enter into family activity: the rest can not work !!!!!!

I subtract any emotional situation in which there are business interests, economic and power.

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Work It 's always difficult when you see the honesty of a person when all is well it's easy to be good !!!!!

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Lies are chains ...

Unfortunately I have very special interests and not easily comprehensible to most people.
I study and practical Kabbalah and Astrololgia not wish to distinguish them from other assumption to be better than them, or to exploit this knowledge to my comfortable hindering the lives of others.

Unfortunately there are people involved in exploiting this knowledge in an ambiguous way and creating problems for other people.

I learned that astrology and the Kabbalah can be very useful in solving many problems, but I also learned that the first thing to do to solve a problem is to not create new ones. E 'risovere useless to solve a problem if it should provide another: Sometimes you need to do so, but only in the occasional exception.

In my dealings with people sometimes I find myself in difficult situations because I am judged by distrust and suspicion are sometimes tempted to lie about what I do and how to do it, but I learned that the truth always pays. If you start lying you get into a vortex is very dangerous intrigue, mischief and deceit from which there is no escape anymore.

I'm not a saint, an elected representative or a person on top of someone else, are seeking to act in the best way as far as I can and capacity.

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traitors and double-sided ...

There are people who say they are great friends, but then they do everything to prevent.

In light of the sun give you their right hand to help tell the whole world and boasting "I help my friend here, because they are good and I do everything with the heart without wanting anything in return."

with your left hand, however, in the shadows and under the counter, acting hurt, conspire to create for you the obstacles. Many times they are convinced to act in the right because they are unable to really give confidence to someone.
These people, when they are forced to help out some pretend illness, or say they have more difficulties than those who and actually say "I'm sorry, but I can not."

But if we find friends like that, we should not blame them, because if we seek help from someone under the guise of friendship that we who lead him astray.

It 's true that friends help each other in times of need, but do so only because they are friends.

friendship can not be imposed on anyone in any way because it comes naturally.

Many confuse friendship with brotherly love taught by Jesus, but this is not a spirit of brotherhood and friendship can not be confused with them: they are two different things and who is confused or a traitor or a double-sided. Sergio

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Song of Songs 8.7:

Many waters can not quench love, neither can the floods drown
.
If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,
would not have that contempt.

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.... O CATHOLIC .... Or Celtic?

Monsieur Borghezio women aux français des leçons de "démocratie fascist"

"... come in small government, then you must become a regional party Catholic and then do not say clearly that it was fascist but deep down we are the same or fascists ...."

the link below shows the video of the conference of French Monsieur Borghezio

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk8vpuajKGc

always surfing the net, I came across some videos of Celtic weddings. Just go on you tube and type in the words wedding or marriage Celtic Po, in order to find a variety of weddings in the woods, new trend.

It is true pagan rituals, irreconcilable with Christianity or Catholicism.

I'm not sure (I document myself on the source of information and are not, but I think I read that Bossi is that Calderoli have remarried with Celtic rite, can not you?).

All this is, in my view, disturbing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTXujjGUUds&feature=player_embedded #

I found in the archives of Corriere della Sera this article Celtic wedding on Calderoli, I cut and paste, even if it is a bit 'long

ATMOSPHERE OF' OTHER TIMES FOR THE MARRIAGE OF THE SECRETARY OF THE LOMBARD LEAGUE WITH ROBERTO CALDEROLI SABINA NEGRI, SISTER OF HIS PREDECESSOR TO MARRIAGE Calderoli (SECRETARY LUMBARDA) BY SABINA NEGRI, SISTER OF HIS PREDECESSOR

Celtic is a rite for the first wedding

Po 's former mayor Formentini druid version offers the bride and groom and the cider senatur piano sings "Va' pensiero"

--------------------------------------------- -------------------- atmosphere of another era for the wedding of the Secretary of the Lombard League Roberto Calderoli with Sabina Negri, sister of his predecessor's wedding CALDEROLI (SECRETARY LUMBARDA) BY SABINA NEGRI, SISTER OF HIS PREDECESSOR Celtic is a rite for the first wedding Po Former Mayor Formentini druid version offers cider to the spouses and the senatur piano sings "Va 'pensiero" from our correspondent GRUMELLO Cremonese (Cremona) - The druid Formentini has some uncertainty typical of rookies: call "wine and cider," Sabino "the bride. But otherwise everything is smooth and the first row, truly unique, legitimate couple of Padania Libera celebrated his wedding in ten minutes Celtic in Cremona mustard. He and 'Roberto Calderoli, national secretary of the Lombard League. She 'Sabina Negri, sister of former secretary, ousted three years ago by the husband. A dark and perfect Norse saga which led to the exclusion of the brother Luigi from the festivities in the castle that once belonged to the Affaitati, sponsor of the ancient wars of Charles V in Flanders, and now belongs to the more 'pragmatic Mr Vialli, the former parent Juventus striker and current coach of Chelsea. To follow in the footsteps of the only ancestors recognized by Bossi, were put to work the more 'accredited scholars of Celtic culture and traditions: "We need a brazier, some glass, two bracelets," informed the researchers. But no museum and 'offered to collaborate and set up in the courtyard of the beautiful sixteenth-century villa, and' was made with some historical license. The problem of the brazier and 'resolved with a nice cache - a brass pot, the kind with handles and pedestal. The glasses were two jars, bracelets were made to order. In menu 'of the banquet, in the absence of the traditional wild boar, and' was added to the leg of lamb and, instead of the Saint Honore ', a symbol of disgraceful softening of manners, and you' opted for the tart berry, considered more 'suitable indomitable spirit warriors. Rather than conquer with weapons Villa Vialli, and then plunder the cellar, and they 'preferred to pay four million of rent for the half-day and 150 thousand pounds for each of the 400 dinner guests. Instead of a bard, and 'was engaged by the orchestra repertoire 70s, but how many descendants of the proud people of the Celts can tell people about having to play the piano Umberto Bossi "Va 'pensiero" at their wedding? In Celtic delay of three quarters of an hour, the bride was, of course, beautiful. I live in a petal, cream-colored organza edged with green, and very low-cut, and 'was designed for her by Gattinoni, busy these days to woo Monica Lewinsky for the upcoming shows in October. To accompany the presence dell'europarlamentare Marco Formentini and 'come, with solemn step, the actor Carlo Delle Piane, very inclusive in its historical part. The bridegroom, viewed the models of skimpy clothes of the sixth century BC, it was decided that a traditional single-breasted color London smoke, complete with tie - gray pearl, nothing would take away the historical rigor and the druid ceremony Formentini shared the elastic interpretation of roles, very happy not having to climb trees to gather the sacred mistletoe. Last exception to the rule: the choice of a witness in Naples, the actress Ida Di Benedetto. But nothing could weaken the approval of the guest of honor, Umberto Bossi, moved in front of the genuine celebration of ancestral worship: "Finally a great historic opportunity to remember that we are not Latin, but that we were defeated by the Latins. Tomorrow morning I'll be with 'my children to school the first valley, "he announced firmly. Simple and quick, the ceremony did not require more 'than ten minutes: "Bob (or Sabina) will be my spouse - says the formula Celtic -. I swear in front of the fire that purifies me. It foundry' this metal as our lives next generation." And, hop, two coins from the mint Italian 200 lire flying in the burning brazier - vase. Formentini offers the glass before him and then she invited the couple to drink "cider that the hands of our women have squeezed from the fruits of the earth mother." The exchange of bracelets, rings instead of the decadent, sealed the marriage covenant, while the druid, former headman of Mediolanum, proclaims: "The fire melts the material and arms of men have forged a symbol of your union." Applause and emotion of the witnesses (Mauritius Toys, administrator of the Northern League for the couple, Giovanni Torlonia and Ida Di Benedetto for her, and Augusta Formentini Vito Gnutti for him). Photo with the green shirts. The fire goes out in the planter, the two coins of regime refused to melt. And the registry office to transcribe the wedding. Elizabeth Elizabeth Rosamond Rosamond

Page 5 (September 21, 1998) - Corriere della Sera

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MILANA Terlano, I danced on the ruins

I just finished reading I danced on the ruins of Milana Terlato. I came across to us having to prepare a meeting with his friend Stephen Verzé on Putin's Russia and the great journalist Anna Politoskaja.

The author is a young Chechen of 28 years for cases of strange and bizarre life has had to live a dream in Paris where he could attend the faculty of Political Sciences and the School of Journalism. Experience "Dream" than the hard life and unsustainable war in Chechnya.

The book opens in Orekhovo, his hometown, in December 1994, the month that marks the beginning of the first Chechen war and closes, twelve years later, in the summer of 2006 in Grozny, the capital .

I admit I know little nothing of Chechnya, and what little I know now, I have come to know through the book of the young and to this Politoskaja Terlato. In addition to knowing very little, I was able to perceive only what we spend our televisions (although not the TV) and our radio. Or, just nothing. Or rather, nothing. Long live the power of book! Reading it was like chatting quietly over a cup of coffee, with Milan who talks about himself, his family, his country and his friends. In this way, I discovered many things, all the news that no one tells you why only a few interested but mainly because they prefer to spend much more. Actually, Putin, I never liked it and did not understand why such an anti-Berlusconi would love to go so in agreement with a former KGB officer. The money you know they have no smell or taste ... But after reading the two journalists, I made my opinion that the lovers of Berlusconi certainly will not share. Berlusconi is holy, holy remains, and is not of him that I want to talk.

But back to these two extraordinary women: because they are aware of the "great game" of the dirty war in Chechnya, the filtration camps and zacistka or the cleansing that the Russian army committed against the Chechen people.

I draw from the book, I danced on the ruins , pp. 93.94

Alkhana Jurt, Chechnya spring 2000

All is calm in the village of Alkhana Jurt. Only the explosions in the distance and the singing of the birds break the silence of dawn. You can still see the last stars of the night, the moon meets the sun comes to take his place.

Suddenly, an incredible noise wakes residents. Tanks, armored vehicles for transport of troops, then pour in the Federal army truck Alkhana Jurt. Dozens of soldiers are shouting from all sides, surrounding the houses, breaking down doors shots rifle butt. E 'a "cleaning".

The villagers all pose the same questions, who will be called "terrorist" to cover the shares of a Stalinist empire in full retreat? Who will have the chance to stay at home? How many will be those that disappear today?

For Alkhana Jurt, in this cool April morning, among the big losers of the lottery on terror was my friend Musa, twenty-four years. The scars of his wounds of 1995 have had probative value: it was now ranked among the disciples of bin Laden. They sent along with other boys, in the famous field Cernokosovo. Musa told me that his "stay" the hell of filtration camps:

"A Cernokosovo have loosed the rabid dogs in the truck and they made us get off using his rifle butt. Then we have passed in the corridor. It 'a rite of Russians soldiers formed two lines, shall maintain and make us pull out batons in the middle. The blows rain down relentlessly. A minute seems like an eternity. Want to protect your head with your hands. But it does not. A soldier hits you in the stomach. Mechanically lower your arms to protect the belly, and so on ... "

The torture continued on pg. 95, but I will stop first but end up not because they are hard to sustain. The question

Chechnya is a matter for the old Russia. In the story, Chadzi -Murat, Tolstoy speaks of the "Chechen thistle" that the French philosopher Andre Glucksmann resumed in the preface to the book of Politoskaia Chechnya. The Russian disgrace. By Catherine II to Putin, Russia has buried Caucasian men in the great cemetery to remind every Russian there is always a price to pay when you want to resist the orders coming from above. Putin has got it right. And the second Chechen war sinks its roots there.

Continue Glucksmann, in the preface to the book by Anna Politoskaja, Chechnya. The disgrace Russian :

As for the prospects offered by the school putiniana of cruelty, Anna here evokes the tragic consequences. "In Chechnya, we have fallen into a black hole, we have raised such a lot of cynics who killers would be sufficient to meet the needs of killer to pay the entire planet. I respond to my words: one in two people killed in Chechnya has killed a civilian in terms of summary justice. This means that thousands of soldiers who served in Chechnya are systematic Executioner (p. 10)

The Politoskaia later continues:

Sometimes walking through the ruins of the Chechen capital. I talk to her inhabitants, who look into your eyes, think back to their stories and I realize that my mind refuses to believe him, denies, rejects their stories. Simply to protect themselves. We believe and not believe it, I would not contaminate me. I'm really here, but at the same time it is as if I were a movie ...

is not possible that our authorities are so idiot ostinino to oppress those who live here! Why continue to persecute people who have already endured inhuman burdens simply because they have remained in this horrible town? (Pp.16-17)

Before concluding, I would like to report the site led by the young French Gluksmann who created this association that deals with young people to study in Paris who come from countries at war. http://www.etudessansfrontieres.org/

So begins the book of the young Chechen journalist:

Dear reader

Grozny A man wandered with his balalaika . The war had taken everything, and only the music kept him connected to life. Sometimes it was playing under my window and said that he had once passed through Russia, Europe, the whole world with his instrument. Its strange adventures all ended the same way: "But after the war ..."

One day he arrived in the courtyard of my building, his arms dangling, empty and useless without music. The soldiers had stolen his last possession. With a friend I have collected some money, then we both go to the market to buy a balalaika. On the way back we saw a dozen armed soldiers and a handful of civilians. The player lay on the ground, his body riddled with bullets. He was killed along with eight young people in the neighborhood, during a 'cleaning'. The next day, television in Moscow is proud to announce the elimination of nine terrorists.

's what Grozny today, a chaos of death and where the shadows lie human struggle to survive. This book does not aspire to demolish the old propaganda or to explain a conflict of three centuries. It is the simple story of a girl, a mirror that runs along the devastated streets of my dear Chechnya.

© 2007, 2008 Corbaccio

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COURAGE THAT I'M NOT THE NEW YEAR


not have a television, I can tell by reading the internet through various international magazines. I watch videos on you tube and read interviews dossiers well made by several journalists (BBC, France 24, TV5 and sail abroad a lot).

specify that do not consider myself a "grillino," although I appreciate the different battles that carries Grillo, although difficult to accept the tone always cried and sometimes vulgar.

This evening, surfing here and there, I found a video on you tube that tells me what I am certain: the massacres of the mafia and are often covered by detecting disturbances of the state apparatus. This is nothing new.

Here the link for Gioacchino Genchi, a man who worked at the service of the State (we can still use capital letters?) In the field of interception:

http://www.beppegrillo.it/2009/02/gioacchino_genc.html

http://gioacchinogenchi.blogspot.com/

Yet, there are many good people convinced of the goodness of those who are governed.

What remains a mystery to me.

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- Rosh Ha-Shanah, ch. 6 of Lights on Bella Chagall

In other pages on my blog, you can find other chapters of the book by Bella Chagall, Lights on.

The translation that I propose here, looking for Bella riestituire the language (there I still have to work a little '! But in the meantime the public the same) who tells his life Vitebesk. The sentences are short and broken, simple shapes, and the lexicon is that of a child of nine who still manages to convey all the excitement of the party. Preparations before the prayer at the temple, the synagogue was packed with men, women, children invaded by the sound of the shofar, the purification in the river for the sins committed throughout the year and the blessing of new fruits.

( http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosh_haShana).

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come the days of Teshuvah. The house is filled with all the noise. Each party brings their own flavor and is cloaked in an atmosphere all its own. The air of the New Year: mild, merciful, clear as after a rain. After the dark nights of the prayers of Teshuvah, it illuminates a bright and sunny day. The week of the prayers of Teshuvah is the least quiet. Dad gets up in the middle of the night, wake up my brothers are dressed in silence and fade away, like thieves, behind the door. What are they looking in the cold and darkness of the streets? In bed, you are so warm! And if you come back? Do not stop crying with my mom. I'm already starting to sink on its own and under the covers, curled up even more. In the morning, Dad drinks the tea: her face pale and exhausted. In all, the excitement before the party put away the tiredness.

the shop closes early and we all prepare to go to synagogue. We do it with more care than usual, as if we were going for the first time. Everyone gets something new: a cool hat who clear who a new tie, others a whole new dress ... The mother puts on a white silk blouse, and as regenerated, with renewed spirit, is preparing to go to synagogue. My older brother browse the large prayer book and score, for her, the pages of prayer where, for years, the hand of my grandfather wrote "here". The mother recognizes the verses last year sprinkled with tears. A shake the sailing eyes. Dashes to the synagogue to weep over the same lines, as if something ever happened before.

Ready for her there a stack of books very pious. She wraps them all into a large handkerchief and take them away with him: he must not ask for a good year for his whole family? books and talleth dad, however, to take them is the caretaker during the day. Rest alone. The house is deserted, and I feel as empty as the house. The old year, as he had lost, lingers, somewhere behind the windows. The coming year will be very clear, bright.

I would like to sleep together at night.

The next day, soon, I will go to the synagogue dressed in new clothes from head to toe. The sun shines. The air is clear and alive. My new shoes make a sharp noise. I hasten. Certainly in the synagogue on the New Year has arrived and already it sounds shofar me echoes in my ears. I have the impression that the sky has fallen from the earth to run with me to the temple. I headed to the space reserved for women, push open the door. A blast of heat, as of a furnace, gets in my face. A 'heavy air takes my breath away. The synagogue is full. The high desks are flooded with books. Older women if they are sitting comfortably while some girls standing popping out, almost over their heads. The children try to make their way under their feet. I would approach the mother, but is sitting, far, near the window overlooking the space reserved for men. As soon as I move, a woman turns with his back towards me a face in tears asking me an angry look: "Oh! Oh, "pours out his wrath around me. Pushed me from behind, and how liberated I go on the railing. My mother nods her eyes. E 'glad it's already close to her. Where is the shofar ? Where is the New Year? I look at the walls of the space reserved men. The Holy Ark is closed, the tent is covered and guarded, in the stillness of silence, the two lions that are embroidered above. The men come to life as something to be taken.

I arrived too early or too late?

Suddenly, from under a talleth reaches out a hand with the shofar . The shofar now he is there, in the air, motionless. Beeps. Everyone was awake. Everyone stops talking to himself. We are all waiting. The shofar , once again, the sound fills the air as if he had not broken out of breath. On either side are crossed eyes. The shofar , like a cry, it emits a loud, hoarse. Throughout the synagogue is spreading a buzz: what is this way of playing the shofar ? Lacks strength ... why not ask someone else to play? Suddenly, we hear a clear sound and extended as if the evil spirits that blocked the shofar , had been driven out: as a reminder, it spreads throughout the synagogue, to fill every corner. All are raised! Who makes a sigh, who nods with a nod. The sound propagates upward until it touches the walls. Coming toward me, toward my railing. It reaches the ceiling, moves off the air, seal any space blank. Penetrates my ears, mouth: I actually hurt my stomach. When did the shofar will no longer breath? What do you want from us the New Year?

I remember all my sins. God knows what will happen. There are many sins that have accumulated during the year. With difficulty, I can wait until the afternoon. I can not wait to go with mom to the Purification of Tachlich to shake away my sins in our great river. Along the way, other women, other men. Everyone goes down the road that leads to the shore. They are all dressed in black, as if they were - God forbid - a funeral. The air is fresh. Feel the wind whipping her by the high bank of the river and the large garden of the city. Some fly leaves, reddish and yellow butterflies hover in the air as: spinning, fall to the ground. So even if they fly away our sins? Crackling leaves and stick to boots. Drag behind me with them, is not hard to go to the "Tachlich. "Why do you stay forever?", The mother pulls me by the hand. "Leave the leaves!" Soon, everything stops. The street has been divided as: deep water and appear to pour cold on our feet. In the river are gathering in a circle, men in black. Prosthesis with the heads and beards dangling, plunge into the water as if they wanted to see the bottom. Suddenly, spilling their pockets: they are out of leftovers and scraps that people throw in the water with their sins, reciting aloud a prayer. But as I do, to shake off all my sins? I do not have crumbs in my pocket and I did not even pockets! I'm standing next to my mother and I tremble for the cold wind that lifts her skirt. The mother whispers the words of the ritual prayers, with the sins, fall straight from the mouth water. It seems to me that the river has been swollen for all our sins and which carries water suddenly become black.

Purified, I have returned home. The mother, as you enter, you sit down to read the psalms. He wants to enjoy a little 'of the day to ask one more thing to God A murmur spreads through the room dark. The air becomes blurred as the glasses of the mother who weeps in silence, shaking his head.

What should I do?

seems to me that rents out sguscino verses of the psalms, little by little, our ancestors: grandfathers, grandmothers. The shadows are becoming larger, thinner and surround me. I'm afraid to turn around. Maybe someone has put behind me and wants to hug me? "Mom!" I can not help myself and pull by the sleeve. She raises her head, blow your nose and stop crying. Kiss the Psalter and closes it. "Bachka - tells me - Back to the synagogue. Soon everyone went back. You little one prepares the table "" Mother is the blessing of the First Fruits? ". As soon as you exit, I open the wardrobe of well equipped. I pull out of large paper bags full of fruit and them back on the table. As in a large garden roll out big green melons. Alongside them, if they are lying clusters of grapes. White grape, red. Big juicy pears have turned on their heads. Sweet apples, turn golden yellow as if we had already dipped in honey. Dark red plum spread through the entire table. What will the blessing of new fruits? We've eaten all year round! On the other lot, I see sticking out of a pineapple: it seems a small fir tree. "Sacha, you know where to grow a pineapple?" "Who knows? - I respond by raising their hands - I have something else to think! "Nobody knows where it comes from the pineapple. With his calloused skin remembers a strange fish. Only its tail straight in the air if they are completely open like a fan. Touch its belly packed. Tremble all. It is not easy to touch it. One could say that it is there as a tsar. For him the center free of the table. Sacha cut it without mercy. As a live fish, pineapple groaning under the knife. Its juice gushes from my fingers like blood on the white. Lick it. A taste bitter-sweet. And 'the taste of the New Year?

"My God!" He murmured in a hurry "before they all fell within the synagogue, think of all of us! At the temple, mom and dad, I pray all day for a good year. Dad still think you and mother, at every step, remembers your name! You know what they are exhausted, full of worries, my God! You can do everything! May we have a good and sweet year! "With strength, sprinkle with sugar pineapple bitter. "Good Day! Good Day! "My brothers come running stronger than the one crying. Immediately after them, mom and dad come pale and tired. "May you be inscribed in the Book of Life for a good year." I feel your heart jump. It seems that God has spoken through their mouth.

Translated by Magdalena Cavalleri (Bella Chagall, light on , ed. Trois Collines, Genève-Paris, 1948)

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Tonight, walking home from school I listened to radio (Radio 1) a brief program devoted to the Day of Remembrance. Today is February 10. As I listened, I thought about how every tragedy needs time to be heard, received and accepted by the people. For many years - no one can deny it now - we have removed the sinkholes; was out mainly because there was a fertile ground to do so. Today, thanks to the Day of memory, 56% of Italians know what are the sinkholes, whereas before, yes and no 20%, knew what they were (at least for radio so informed the President of the Association). The journalist who hosts the program remembered the tragedy of those who were forced to leave their land, their homes and work. They spoke of a "deep wound" that hardly heals and the trauma of a people, over several generations.

The twentieth century has become famous for his tragedies: the Holocaust, the Soviet camp, the extermination of the Armenians ... and history tells us that there are "good" and "bad" but that every people, every human being carries within itself the light and shadows, contradictions, inconsistencies.

Many were forced to leave their homes.

Today, if there are many immigrants who invade our city, "it's because misery, regimes, wars, force people to flee but to give themselves hope of a better life. Therefore, I can not feel like a privileged, then I would not "pontificate" the comfy chair on which they are now sitting.

I do not know why, but among the many tragedies, those of the peoples of Israel and Palestine continue to catalyze my attention. I feel involved and responsible as an Italian national and the European Union.

always surfing the net I came across this video from CBS that I propose below. It seems well made and can get to know the mood of many Palestinian Arabs.

http://mirumir.altervista.org/2009/02/la-pace-e-irraggiungibile.html

For a discussion of Remembrance Day, but point out this website:

http://www.leganazionale.it/index.php?option=com_content&view=section&id=12 & Itemid = 110

The tragedies are very different, but they are always tragedies for those who live.

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1) Embrace Church of the Christians of Gaza (The visit of the Apostolic Nuncio in Gaza City)

It moves when he talks of that embrace with Abuna Manuel, just inside - at the Erez crossing - the difficult border dividing Israel and the Gaza Strip. It is the Apostolic Nuncio Archbishop Antonio Franco, ahead of the official delegation of church leaders in Jerusalem that will travel to Gaza on February 4 next had the opportunity to first visit after the 22 dramatic days of the war, the population of Gaza city \u200b\u200band in particular the small Catholic community, bringing them the solidarity of Papa.Abbiamo met the Apostolic Nuncio in the aftermath of his visit to Gaza ... Archbishop Franco told us above, moved often, of his encounter with the Christians at the church of the Holy Family, but we also we asked him what he saw on the streets of Gaza Saturday, January 24 ... Playing at 19 : 00.Repliche: Sunday 25 January at 21:30, Monday, January 26 at 9:40 and Wednesday, January 28 at 15:40.

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2) Stop the violence ...

"Stop the violence! Stop the killings! Begin to build Peace! Constantly in these days we have heard these cries ... violence in Gaza was in the minds and lips of all. "It is the desperate tone in which the statement began, signed by European and North American bishops who have gathered this year in the Holy Land for the annual convention of the Holy Land Coordination (Coordination of Episcopal Conferences in Support of the Holy Land). Nine bishops present, representatives of the Episcopal Conferences of England, Ireland, United States, Canada, Spain, France, Germany and Scandinavia.Chiaro and strong appeal to the leaders of the bishops of the international community worked with Israelis and Palestinians to stop violence in Gaza and provide urgent humanitarian assistance. But do not stop this ... should help Israelis and Palestinians build a just peace with security for Israel and a viable state for the release of the bishops palestinesi.Poi addresses the people of God in our countries: "Intensify your prayers for the good of the church mother and for peace in Jerusalem - they write - do not be afraid. You come as pilgrims to the Holy Land, meet local Christian communities and help with specific projects. " Finally, the bishops are turning to the mother church of the Christians: "Let's see you in the face of the suffering Christ who has lost everything for our salvation. You are not alone. We are one family in Christ. We we hear your cries and we suffer with you. Be assured of our love of our prayer of solidarity. "Broadcast Saturday, January 17 at 19:00. Repeats: Sunday, January 18 at 9:30 p.m., Monday, January 19 at 9:40 and Wednesday, January 21 at 15 40.

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3) The after Christmas Gaza

The last days in the Gaza Strip, ... a service with pictures and interviews on the situation of the population forced to live in this region so sorely tried in recent giorni.Ai our microphones the Latin Patriarch of Jerusalem, Archbishop Fouad Twal, the secretary of Caritas Jerusalem, and a voice from the "small but fervent Christian community "- as he called Pope Benedict XVI - the Latin pastor of Gaza, P. Manuel Musallam.In aired Saturday, January 3 at 19:00. Repeats: Sunday, January 4 at 21:30 and Monday, January 5 at 9:4 0.

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JERUSALEM BUT THE SOLUTION OF THE TWO STATES WILL BE 'ONE DAY POSSIBLE?


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Today, the West Bank territory is a completely fragmented and do not forget, "busy". In Israel, Samaria, or of speaking of "Territories," now no longer use the word "occupied". Gaza is elsewhere. A Palestinian state can be born really in these conditions? The wall has eroded more than the edge of space 67.

And 'interesting to note that it is impossible to find maps of the newspaper and on our newscasts .... and think that everything is played on geography!

I read on the BBC's new West Bank settlements, or rather only strengthening of those already there: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7851140.stm

here's another article from the BBC website on 30/01/2009:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7861076.stm

that echoes the Israeli newspaper Haaretz:

http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1060043.html

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I am reading the article David Grossman wrote in 2007 on the occasion of Remembrance Day, I write it down below by highlighting those parts which, in my small, ask me not to remain indifferent.

02/03/2007 The memory of the Holocaust and Israel's future, a speech by David Grossman

taken from: Head: The Republic, Date: March 2, 2007, Author David Grossman

title: "If Israel could think of the future '

REPUBLIC of 2 March 2007 published a text on the front page of David Grossman's speech to diplomats accredited to Israel on the occasion of European Day of memory during ceremony held at the "Massuah" of Nethanya, a leading Israeli research centers on the Holocaust.

I belong to the generation of the first decade after the Shoah (the Hebrew word use, rather than the Holocaust). I was born in 1954, and as my classmates, I met the survivors.

We saw them, the survivors of the Holocaust, we have heard at night sometimes screaming in their nightmares. When we find the courage to ask our parents to tell us about those experiences, often refused to talk about it. We grew up in this silence. Some twenty years later, my firstborn, who had just three years, returned from kindergarten upset and asked me what was the Shoah, who were the Nazis, what they did and why they had done. And I suddenly discovered my reluctance to talk to my son. Because I realized that when exposed to the concept of those atrocities, the landscape of the cruelty of mankind, that child is still so innocent and naive would be contaminated in some way, changed. Would never be the same again. And I thought that while elsewhere, in other cultures, parents are embarrassed when they expose their children the facts of life, we are here we must begin from the facts of death, so closely intertwined with our lives here.

I'll do a brief "tour" in the area devastated by a disaster, where the facts of life and the facts of death are intertwined in our psyche, our being Jews and Israelis.

remember an episode that I was once told by two brothers born in Vilnius, Lithuania. They were children during the Second World War, and one afternoon they were playing football with some friends in the courtyard of their school, when suddenly there was a raid in the city, were captured.

An hour later they were already locked in the train that brought them to the extermination camp. And looking out through the cracks of the wagon saw their friends continued to play football in the schoolyard. For them, the experience was crucial, which wanted to give testimony, after long years of suffering of the Holocaust: quest'insulto deep, and the notion of how easy it was to tear the fabric of life, their daily reality. For me, this story has echoes wider.

is almost a parable of the ease with which Jews can still be uprooted from society, from countries ranging from the states where they lived, sometimes for generations. In those countries and in those societies, even when they manage to assimilate, in a sense will always be foreigners, will move as if they were constantly surrounded by a dotted line.

For me, the lack of trust is an existential condition of the typical symptoms of Jewish generations and perhaps thousands of years and the fact that we Jews do not feel at home in the world - a sensation at its most horrific event in the time of the Holocaust. A

fifty-nine years since the birth of the State of Israel, we realize that you have brought here this sense of uncertainty. Although we live for nearly six decades in our sovereign state, the earth continues to move under our feet. Our existence is not guaranteed. The State of Israel was founded to provide a home and refuge to the Jewish people, but clearly this is not the best refuge for Jews, is not a place where they can stay safe. On the contrary, we often see that the Jews are the target of unremitting violence, and our existence is at stake here, perhaps more than in many other places in the world. Unfortunately, Israel is not for us what we wanted, a place where every jew will feel absolutely at home, how you feel each of you in your country. Israelis there is still this sense of calm and confidence that should be able to have anyone really at home.

But before we talk about this house I want to focus on its walls, on the borders of our country. As you know, over the past sixty years since the day of birth of the State of Israel, has never spent a decade without its borders mutassero.

not pass through all the turmoil, wars and changes in boundary lines between us and our neighbors, suffice it to say that these changes have been incessant, of course to the north and east, where the boundaries are more ambiguous, but also south, between us and our neighbors to the Egyptians. In the minds of the Israelis, the only stable is the western border: the sea. And it strikes me that for us, intuitively, just the element more fluid, more labile and changeable landscape represents the borderline more solid and stable. The Israelis do not have a concept inherent, clear and real boundaries. Living like that is a bit 'like being in a house with movable walls, which are moved continuously, and never know exactly where it ends where it begins its own space and that of others. If you live in a state of mind like that, others are always tempted to invade, and by instinct tend to over-protection, which means the aggressive reactions. His behavior will always be characterized by something extreme virulence. And it will be unable to respond to a situation in an articulate way, to perceive the nuances. In a sense, Israel is playing, here reconstructing one of the most enduring anomalies that characterized the Jewish people in the diaspora, and the tragedy of his existence in the last two thousand years. The anomaly of a people living among other peoples, most often hostile and suspicious. The lines of demarcation between the Jews and other peoples have been most of the time issue, or not at all clear, and each contact always in danger of being perceived by some and by others as a threat, a danger of penetration into sensitive areas of identity and potentially explosive.

I dream of the day on which the State of Israel will finally have stable boundaries, fixed and defensible, recognized by the United Nations and the entire world, including Arab countries, the United States and Europe of course. Borders fixed by a process is not unilateral, through negotiations with former enemies and reciprocal agreements, and not as Israel is doing today, with the imposition of the wall which is surrounding. The sense of this new frontier will be agreed that security and identity, which will allow the people of Israel for the first time to feel at home. And finally to arbitrate within, for the first time, the dilemma that has marked his entire life.

Decide whether we are people of space or time. We are the people of eternity, leolam am, as we say in Hebrew? Six thousand years of conscience - said the philosopher George Steiner - have a homeland.

So, we are a people six thousand years, a people of eternity, with nostalgia for this place - Eretz Israel - but no hurry to settle here, even if you offer this possibility because we exist in the sphere more universal, more abstract version of the religion and culture, pure and simple nostalgia. Or we are now mature, prepared to begin a new phase - a phase which will be the full realization of the process begun in 1948 with the creation of the State of Israel.

I talked about space, but I would like to talk a little 'time too. Sixty years after the creation of the State of Israel, many Israelis have no certainty about its future, and wonder whether the next fifty or sixty years, this state will continue to exist. Again, everyone wants a strong, is so important to our very being. But there is always a certain fear in the hearts trembling. The Israelis can not be sure of having a future in Israel as can be, I believe, everyone in your country. I think probably a question like this has never occurred to an Egyptian citizen, Chinese, Italian, German or American. While for us it is a perennial shadow over our heads. And 'quite natural that such an American newspaper to publish the projected crop yields expected in the U.S. in 2025. But no sane Israeli will never prepared for a future so far. And 'perhaps for this reason that often the policy of our government's plan leaves much to be desired. As for me, I can testify that when I think of Israel in 2025 immediately feel in my heart a kind of click - as if I had violated a taboo by providing a dose of over-abundant future.

My hope, my hope is that if you come to set boundaries stable and solve the problems between Israel and its neighbors, it may also begin to cure some ills, to overcome that sense of non-acceptance of Israel and Jews. And to regain a normal political universal in past centuries has been closed to us, the Jews - even though fifty-nine years now we have a state. Why this is perhaps the greatest tragedy of the Jewish people: the fact that throughout history the other peoples, other religions, particularly Christianity and Islam, have seen the Jews as a symbol or metaphor for something else - as a parable, a religious lecture on some original sin. Have not ever seen for what it is in itself: a nation among other nations - human beings among other human beings.

I'm talking about something very thin, with a deep sense of alienation from the rest of the world. This sense of existential alienation of the Jewish people in their relations with other nations may perhaps be truly understood only by the Jews themselves. I'm talking about the aura of mystery, enigma that surrounded the Jewish people during generations. An enigma that time and again pushed other nations to seek a solution in many ways, by attributing to Jews and biological definitions racist, or lock yourself away in the ghettos, behind fences, confining their existence in certain areas, in specific professions, until ' Finally, horrible attempt to give a Jewish enigma "final solution". For two thousand years Jews have been expelled and exiled in many different ways, whether open or cleverly masked by the political reality, from normality, the practical reality of what is called the family of peoples, the human family. Were stripped of their humanity, with measures sometimes very sophisticated and knowledgeable of demonization, and sometimes even idealization. But demonizing and idealizing in fact mean the same thing: they are two sides of the same coin, dehumanization. The jew has been treated as something exceptional, mysterious, metaphysical, metaphorical, with a system of internal control, a constitution different from common, with supernatural powers or even lower nature - as in the definition coined by the Nazis Untermensch .

Judas, deicide, the Antichrist, the wandering jew, the eternal jew, jew poisoner of wells and the generator of plagues, and of course the Elders of Zion that conspire to take control of the world, and many other satanic figures and grotesque as that of Shylock or other similar, that dot the folklore, religion, culture and even science. Maybe that's why Jews have found some solace in self-idealization, in regarded as the chosen people - a perception which I think is also very problematic.

Even today, the president of a Member State of the United Nations, Iran, declare openly that Israel should be eradicated because it is the cause of the ills of the world. In his eyes, Israel is something like an evil, an evil existence. And his call is enthusiastically by many in the world, from different religions and cultures.

If we look at very recent past - the years 1993-1994, beginning of the Oslo process - we can remember a dramatic change of the perception that the Israelis had in the world and themselves. In that short time the Israelis began to understand the intoxicating taste of being part of a new world and modern, to be accepted in totality more progressive, civilized, liberal and secular, in a kind of normality to a people among the peoples. He had outlined a new opportunity to create between Israel and the rest of the world a different reporting system, less frantic, more egalitarian and based on reciprocity. But it was a brief moment, too short. Clearly, in recent years, after relations with the Palestinians ended up in a dead end, have lost hope and the threat perception has prevailed, even for the world's growing animosity towards what is happening in Israel and at times its very existence. With the strengthening of anti-Semitism, the demonization of Israel, calls to wipe the Jewish state. This has sucked again wounded in the tragic Jewish Israelis, and reviving the most painful scars, the memories most crippling. So much so that the Israelis always been more open to opportunities, the hopes, the ability to regenerate that part of Israel and for us it was a sort of permanent promise, in recent years, is shrinking more and more, is wiped out, kept back in old channels of the traumatic and painful history and memory of the Jewish people.

Anxiety Jewish experience of persecution, victims of the past, the sense of isolation and loneliness in the world are deeply engraved in us, in our collective psyche. Because for us, the fear is still there. Sometimes it is depressing to see to what extent is always present. When I am abroad, especially in Europe, I often note that when we speak of the Holocaust refers to what happened then, in an earlier time - but when we take over, in Hebrew or in any other language, we refer to those events which have happened there: there's a huge difference, huge, between the concept of 'when' and the 'where'. Who speaks of events in the time it refers to a past that will never be repeated. Closed. While referring them to a place, which means that part of the potential of human behavior from somewhere else, in parallel with our existence here, that danger can always come back. In that Israelis do not escape. As if they were condemned to this way of perceiving reality, the intensity and uniqueness of the trauma, but also by the recurrence of the threats to Israel.

Once again we must note that even the latest generation of Israelis - the "new Jews" believed that even now freed from the anxieties of their parents - was confronted every day with the memory of the Holocaust, almost always ordered to return to that past, at all levels of life, associations, codes of conduct, in view of the world in ethical decisions and policies, and early in the smallest things, the problems of everyday life minutes. Again and again we realize that even if you do not want it, we are always under the heavy shadow of what happened there, in that country. We are always the pigeons of the Holocaust. It will be very difficult for Israelis to get rid of their anxieties, from distorted from their past by war, violence they experience every day, as it is sometimes difficult for a person free from a defect, a physical or mental tare around which he built his whole personality. Sometimes it seems to me that our tragic history, along with the tragic situation that we live here in the Middle East, it falls on me like a tare, personal and national. Many of us have become accustomed to the distortion of our situation, so that they refuse to believe in the possibility of alternatives. Some people build entire political and religious ideology to ensure the continuity of this deformation. These are the real dangers that Israel must overcome as soon as possible.

This country needs to experience the peace, and not only because peace is essential for its security, its economy and so on, but also to be able, in a sense, to know himself, becoming aware of what is still encapsulated as dormant in his be. To discover the routes of its identity and character, the existential choices that have been voluntarily suspended pending the war to end, waiting to be permitted and lawful living life fully explore all the dimensions, and not just that of restricted survival at any cost. And 'This is the insidious trap that for generations has been closed on us Jews and Israelis. We are a nation that throughout its history has survived to live out his life, but now we live just to survive. That is nothing. Life is much more than mere survival - especially when you can have a military power capable of ensuring, or to support in reality, a few steps more courageous and rational. Sometimes, when I hear the Israelis - and sometimes very young - about themselves, their anxieties, that not even dare to aspire to a better future when I will reveal, in myself or whoever is close to me, the 'existential anxiety intensity, the weight of historical memory, I measure the full depth of this damage, the scar that history has had on us. In a climate of lasting and stable peace, perhaps we can heal from these tares, these anxieties.

If Israel is at peace with its neighbors, will have the opportunity to explore and express all his talent, his uniqueness, and to experience what normal is capable of performing as a people, as a society. We'll see if the State of Israel will create a reality at once spiritual and practical, full of life and inspiration and a spirit of solidarity if we, citizens of Israel, we will free ourselves from the destructive metaphor that other nations are projected onto we saw in us the eternal foreigners, the excommunicated, perennial among other nomadic peoples, if we go back to being a people of flesh and blood, and not only a symbol, not just an abstract idea or a fable or a stereotype. Neither idealized nor demons, but a people on its own land, a people whose country is surrounded by international borders and peacefully agreed and defensible. A people who can enjoy not only a sense of continuity and security, but also a rare experience of reality, practicality, to be finally part of life and not a story larger than life, as in the past. Perhaps then the Israelis will be able to experience and enjoy something that after six decades of independence still do not really know: a deep sense of security, existential security, something that I would call a solidity of existence as we express it in a moving Saturday night in our prayer, the prayer of Mussafia: "What you can plant within our borders." You

delegates, who resided here on behalf of your respective countries, have an important role to play in helping these hopes and aspirations. In many ways, Israel is not a state like any other with which we maintain your relationships. If you want to play a positive role in this area, helping Israel to resolve conflicts with its neighbors and its enemies, you must be careful not only as diplomats, but as human beings, not only in your formal role as representatives of a foreign state, but almost as psychologists, to capture all the nuances, all the motions, even the most subtle, crossing the soul, the psyche of the Israelis. Be sensitive to their anxieties, their life experience that is truly unique. And help them distinguish between the imaginary fears resulting from past traumas, the echoes of their history and the dangers they face real and concrete in their everyday life. Your responsibility, your commitment to the good of Israel and its existence is born to the fact that a small portion of the infirmities and weaknesses of this country is the result, the consequence of what has been the attitude of ' Europe, the attitude of the whole world towards the Jews.

course, Israel is above criticism. I think it is your duty to criticize Israel when it deserves it, but at the same time to help this country not to fall back again and again into the traps that have been strained by his own weaknesses. And to hear what the Israelis in their hearts still can not believe: that they can have a safe and legitimate in the world. That the world may be the home, the homeland of the Jews. You have to remind them that there are alternatives to a life of violence, hatred and fear. And do everything possible to make a climate that gives Israel the ability to communicate with its neighbors in order to be able to realize the extraordinary human potential we have here. You can do much most of what you are doing today. Do not let the sun in the hands of the Americans all the responsibility for this work of mediation to achieve peace between Israel and its neighbors. Because the Americans - I am sorry to say - in recent years are not doing nearly nothing, and sometimes they do indeed do everything to prevent any possibility of dialogue between Israel and its neighbors. How are they doing in these days, with regard to the negotiations, possible and desirable, with Syria. Do not hesitate. And keep in mind that in times like these, when in the presence of an empty action, a lack of vision and leadership in the world, is much easier to act for change. History will not forgive you if you continue to stand aside, allowing Israel and its neighbors to let in vain for the last time profit margins, while it is still possible to resolve this conflict.

(Translated by Elizabeth Horvat)