Category: Società

There are those incredible headlines for news regarding Lybian guards shooting on Italian fishers’ boat.
Almost all of them insist on them being fishers (and Italians) and not clandestines.
As it would be normal to shoot to a boat transporting clandestines, as if they do not count as possible human victimes.
Another war has started?

Some issues come up cyclically.  On 27 April 2004 I wrote a blog called Home exchange. I proposed our flat in Barcelona in exchange for some place somewhere in the world.

This year we have experimented the exchanging, first at the Cervino mountain and then at Lanzarote and it worked well.

And there is this story I am writing on heritage’s abolition: started in Chad, carried on in Ivory Coast and now alive again, in Belgium.

Now and then,I find some notes or some letter where I am reflecting on ideas or activities that I am again dealing with some years later.

Bad, good?  Who knows?

Where are there?  Why there are no more persons that people could listen at and may be disagree with;  respecting them anyway.

People who could take positions going against the mainstream but not just to be in the next TV show or to ‘cash up’ after few minutes.

Pasolini, Sciascia, Moravia: one could like them or not, agree or not , but they did exist and played a role.

Now their role is taken by comedians, TV figures and fotball players.

Intellect seems not to be a valuable asset for the future.  Poor us.

…. but now I can’t remember any of them.

We went to Canarias, more precisely Lanzarote, and it was good, but this is not a meaningful comment.

Here in Belgium is raining and it is cold, but that is no news.

Our dog survived a first week into a ‘pension’ ….. who cares?

Finally, we will soon buy a cupboard. It will come from the same set as the table.  This is quite news, but dubiously interesting little away from the family circle.

I may remember afterwords.

It is July, almost August.  Being at work is quite boring. And the sky is gray.

5 chairs, one was broken and will join later.  Made by wood and straw, painted off white, as if they were old.  New fashion.

They are not unconfortable, we will see.

I felt prisoner already….

A tooth has gone.  Forever.  First of a series. Sob.

        As most of migrants, I have planted in the new country some edible plants too.

Unfortunately, local insects (probably xenophobes) came infesting my plantation of basil.

Chemicals were, of course, prevented by the plants aim (I mean, eating). Therefore, we decided to use biological weapons: we captured a couple of ladybirds (or ladiesbird?) and carefully positioned them among the precious leaves.

And there they are,  since 4 days, chomping (I hope) the hideous aphids.

And in the garden, some flowers were breaking the curtain of cold (unfortunately the photo does not reflect the colours and freshness of those flowers, but we were there….).