Following the recent enlightening positions taken by Francesco Rutelli on various issues, we, Italian expatriates in Abidjan, decide the establishment of a Support Committee for Francesco Rutelli in Ivory Coast.
In fact, we would like to send Rutelli in this African country, so that he does not represent anymore a menace for the residual hope of a coherent and rational political debate in Italy.
To join the Committee, open the window and shout strong and clear: Rutelli, vattenn…..
One year ago (July 2004), I published a picture of a bather in order to celebrate the advent of summer.
Nowadays I present a variation on the same topic, for the first day of June.
Here there is no sun, the sky is covered by clouds and it will goes on this way until September. While I’m writing it started to rain.
The sketch is less sophisticated than the previous one (???), but perhaps more intelligible.
Red is the nose.
Just a picture I bought at the traffic light.
I think it represents the ‘pagnes’.
Still, it is art.
On the blog indicated below I found some of Beppe’s poems.
I don’t dare translating them, perhaps I will try one day.
And the photo.
May be spreading poetry is a better use for a blog.
Riferimenti: The blog
Another recurrent rhetorical character is that one of the taxpayer. Among ‘international community’ labour forces we often look at him as source of inspiration and incentive.
We imagine the global taxpayer fastening his own belt in order to assist the international bureaucracy in its gigantic responsibility.
And we imagine his proudness when a well established mission renew its entire fleet of air-conditioned 4×4.
In these times of technological advance, it should be simply realizable our most genuine dream: to have in front of us in the office not the simple portrait of a wife and children, but a self-renewing frame presenting the faces of millions of tax payers, smiling to us with confidence.
The magazine Diario advertise itself telling that, if you (the reader) recently joined a dinner where someone pronounced the phrase giving the title to this blog, you really need to subscribe to that source of fresh and accurate information.
I like Diario very much, but lately I am quite keen in using myself that expression, as one of the key for interpretation of the global society.
Another one is obviously the idiom the cleanest has got scabies, adapted to describe the sector of public works as well as the political arena.
And the third one, much more optimistic and constructive is: who’ll kill us…..
It is surprising how many occasions you have to use one of these categories to represent events occurring here or in country.
And almost everyday you may also take advantage of them to describe your own deeds.
The other day the internet was down, therefore, after working time, I had to find another occupation before going home for dinner.
That’s how I started rereading my stories and decided to put together a book.
The objective is to get immortality.
To win the natural coyness to get public and the risk to seems pretentious, I had to add a long introduction, where I explain this concept of domestic literature.
I developed this definition in the eighties, in order to describe all that written production (literature, why not?) that may not be worthy of universal attention, but it is important for a little group of people, an intimate circle.
Then, I assembled a Compendium of Domestic Literature. Again, I like it.
From one year I am fighting with English by way of this blog.
I travelled in Haiti, Ivory Coast, many times in Bruxelles, different regions of Spain, probably Paris, Picerno.
I have bought a car, some orchids, wooden masks and produced a new collection of Cravates d’Afrique, multicoloured swimsuits, jewellery.
There was the evacuation from Abidjan, the Tsunami, the failure of Volare, too many kidnapping in Iraq and, last and actually least, Berlusconi’s new government.
I wonder if my English improved. For sure, my attitude towards this idiom has changed, I am more confident, the idea of having to start a note or a letter does not worry me excessively.
I have the impression I know when I am writing something wrong, but I don’t always have the capacity, time or patience to look for a better alternative.
In any case, it is a pleasant exercise. And it was not a bad year.
Foreign reactions to Berlusconi’s new government.
Since some weeks, I’ve found a new occupation to keep myself busy.
It started when I wrote to friends asking for digitalised gifts for my birthday.
Researching the net (by google, of course) and scanning several discussion groups, I eventually located the good site to play Risk (Risiko!!!) on line.
I’m getting used to play a game before dinner. Sometimes it is fast and silent, others it goes on for longer and the fighters exchange comments, suggestions, insults.
I like it. I like to play.
Riferimenti: Try it ……….
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