Author: mc7858attitude

unfortunately the text is almost unreadable…….

On 7 March 2005 in a note concerning What can still change the world, I  suggested subscribing to honest media as an useful tool.

Now it is the time.  Of course, Il Manifesto is not always easy to read, and often one thinks that if you want to survive you have to find a way to get to reader attention, to be considered as an everyday necessity or a pleasure.

But it is also true that when something important happen, an automatic reflex is to check what they think about it, being sure to get some different opinion.

Then I will subscribe, and I advise everybody to do the same.  And afterwords to pretend more from the editorial group.

 

 

 

 

PS, it is possible to subscribe to the web edition, within crisis salaries reach……..

When I wake up I go to the kitchen.

I lift up one of the two curtains which overlook the garden and I say hello to the dog.

Then I put water in the electric kettle and arrange  two tea cups close by, one of them with a tea bag.

When water is boiling, I pour it in the cup (that one with the tea inside) and then I do my gym exercises, always the same.

Exercise lasts just the time for the tea to be ready; at this point I pass the hot beverage from one cup to the other nine times in order to cool it down. I start with the full cup on my left hand.

Of course, before that I had squeezed the tea bag around a little spoon, possibly the transparent one.

After the refreshing procedure, I put the cup left empty in the sink and fill it up with the remaining hot water.  In the meantime I lay the other cup on a spongy tissue, in order to dry possible tea drops off.

Then, going to the table with this cup in my right hand I throw away the exhausted tea bag (with the left one, the hand).

Biscuits can be already on the table or I bring them now.

I eat several biscuits, Maria biscuits, and then go back to the sink and wash up the two cups with the water, that is now just warm .

Then I go back to the bedroom to put on one of my numerous and colourful ties.

Since in Brussels, I go for lunch progressively earlier.

First reason is to avoid a middle morning heavy break with ‘cappuccino and cornetto’, which would put at stake my cholesterol levels and would defy my reject for lactose.

Then, going soon to the canteen, I have not to compete with hordes of ravenous colleagues, desperate for getting some food and sit on the best places.

Furthermore, when I go back to the office, almost everybody is gone, guaranteeing some more minutes of quiet and silence.

Never been a good dancer.  Being a kid, I remember rather disrupting parties while others were dancing.

Still dance has always appealed to me and finally in 1993, in London, I joined a ballroom course, very interesting experience.  It was organised in the same school where I was attending a language course and attendants were quite diverse, most of them British with some foreigners, all ages, and the two most interesting features were that 1. there were not pre-fixed couples, but everyone had to dance with all others and 2. males were a minority, and one got the impression to be sought after (for once….).

In London we also went to a salsa place where there were a few minutes’ instructions beforehand, but this is another story.

Later on, in Roma, we joined a salsa course, but here couples were established and the different approaches to dancing lessons came out, based more on learning the steps or having fun.  It did not work very well.

Finally (for the moment) another ballroom course, but in Brussels, not as good as the first one (and probably I had changed too).

It’s time for a new militantism.

And FIOM is a key protagonist of the very modern fight between rich and poor in Italy.  Between workers and speculators.

Of course, there are those people (more and more) without a job or without a contract.  But this does not transform metal workers into privileged people, the nasty are others.

Then, one simple act, to subscribe for maintaining Fiom presence into the FIAT buildings.  FIAT cannot choose its own trade unions.

 

 

Few years ago I published the History of Arruffat El Hachbedel accompanying it with the picture of one of his daughters: Msida or Gzira.

Now I found the real picture, much nicer.

But no comments.
Because of the English?

As usual, Italian political left disappoints even the most faithful supporter.

Of course, we all are very happy for the (temporary) end of the previous regime. And sure, comparing the new Ministries with the old ones, makes us sigh with relief.

But the teenager enthusiasm some political leaders shows for the new government, its team and its programme (that are quite a conservative team and programme indeed) do confirm the message we got several times already: left parties’ leaders don’t trust themselves to govern the country.

Why otherwise repeating with an idiotic smile that this solution was the only possible. There are no younger and more progressive experts in Italy? And why they don’t present any indication for possible policies avoiding squeezing the same people further, causing the clear impression that they just hope that ‘super Mario’ would not be too hard on the weakest. May be because he is a church man……

Even when they had a (possible) majority of voters, a sinking adversary and a favourable political (not certainly economic, though) situation, they succeeded in making any other option seem a preferable one.

Cravates d’Afrique stemmed from a double challenge.
During a travel in Burkina Faso I liked very much the local materials (les pagnes) produced in the country of the incorrutible human beings as a media to disseminate political and development programmes.
Those materials were very coloured and brilliant and it was quite difficult to employ them properly.
On the other hand, I started working in an organization where I was required to wear a tie, and I had no one.
Therefore, I searched the Yellow Pages (paper version, no google available yet) and I found a small atelier on the Prenestina road, where they were curious enough to accept to produce just two or three examples.
Then I produced more, I drawed a logo (a sage leaf) and a sticker

and with some friends we organised some gatherings to present the collections

Soon, other products came out, first of all the shopping bags: more elegant than the plastic ones, more handy because of the long handle and less bulky as one could fold it and put in the purse or in a pocket.

Later on, in Ivory Coast, the activity grew up and we tried to structure it better, more details in the dedicated website www.cravatesdafrique.com (first answer if you search by google: cravates and Afrique).