Thursday, December 31, 2009

Kates Playground Hack

of the upholsterer Thun



Mezzolombardo. The first store closes its doors today Helfer Curtains. Tonight George Helfer abandon the work tools to devote himself full time to his family. "I do not feel old at all, because they are not being born in 1955, but after 41 years of work I thought it was time to say enough is enough - he says - and direct my attention elsewhere and my time. The shop has given me much satisfaction, but there more to life. "
George inherited the workshop by his father Mario, who in turn inherited from his grandfather Eugenio Helfer. The main activity has been for many years to upholsterer and saddler. Helfer in the laboratory, located in Via Garibaldi hotel opposite the famous "Cross of Gold", is producing mattresses, sofas and pillows are lined and all activities typical of the upholsterer, including that of a saddler, to say the production of handmade harness for horses shooting and riding. Giorgio
Helfer recalls with nostalgia when he young apprentice in the workshop of his father, saw him coming on board his chariot drawn by four horses, Count Thun, from family residence in the castle Vigo di Ton . "He entered the shop - he says - and asked my dad to do some work for him. Many of the tapestries Castel Thun were made by my dad and the first from my grandfather. So even the trappings of their horses. I remember my dad had to get cabs to the count. He was an expert. The purchased in the name and on its own and then finished off them to him. I was a kid, but I remember this count that big man in the hotel Golden Cross sent me to proclaim that "now is the Count," to appear in person then. "
the late '60s the store was passed in via Degasperi e lì qualche anno dopo l’attività è passata alla terza generazione. Papà Mario, pur rimanendo a dare una mano, cedette le redini al figlio Giorgio che, sull’onda della necessità dettata dai cambiamenti resi obbligatori dal progresso – di cavalli da agghindare ce n’erano ormai sempre meno ed i materassi vecchi si buttavano, non si rinnovavano più cambiando la lana interna – si indirizzò sempre più sui tendaggi. Nella sua attività quotidiana Giorgio Helfer ha potuto sempre potuto avvalersi dell’apporto della moglie Margherita (Maria Rita) Stringari e, fino praticamente alla sua morte avvenuta qualche anno fa, di papà Mario. Nonché della preziosa collaboratrice Cinzia Micheletti.

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infinity

always been dear to me was this hill
And this hedge that
De'll much of the last horizons prevents me. But
sit and gaze
Endless spaces beyond that, and superhuman
silences, and deepest quiet,
I thought in my pretend, if just for
heart is overwhelmed. And as I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I
that infinite silence to this entry
comparing Vo, and I am reminded of the eternal,
And the dead seasons, and this
alive with the sound of her e'l. So in this
immensity my thought is drowned:
e'l sweet to shipwreck in this sea.

(Giacomo Leopardi )

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Skate Park - Tech Deck Live Donlod

2010 MERRY CHRISTMAS! Black



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Christmas tale

Tetro is pointed and the ancient palace of the bishops, saltpetre dripping from the walls, is a stay execution on winter nights. And the nearby cathedral is immense, not enough to turn the whole life, and there is such a maze of chapels and the sacristy, after centuries of neglect, some were left virtually unexplored. What will Christmas Eve - one wonders - the thin archbishop alone, while the city is celebrating? How will win the melancholy? They all have one consolation: the child has the train and Pinocchio, the little sister's doll, the mother has children around him, the patient a new hope, the old bachelor's companion dissipation, the prisoner's voice from another neighboring cell. How will the archbishop? He smiled the zealous Don Valentine, Secretary of His Excellency, hearing people talk like that. The archbishop has God on Christmas Eve. Kneeling all alone in the middle of the cathedral cold and deserted at first glance it might almost be worth, and yet if you knew! All by myself is not and has not even cold, or feeling abandoned. On the evening of Christmas, God is rampant in the temple, for the Archbishop, the aisles will literally overflowing, so that the ports are struggling to quit, and, even without the stoves, it is so cold that the old white snakes wake up in the tombs of historical abbots and rising from the basement vents gently poking his head from the balustrades of the confessionals.
So, that night the cathedral, full of God although he knew he did not compete, Don Valentino lingered all too happy to have the bishop of the kneeler. Other than trees, turkeys and sparkling wine. This, an evening of Christmas. Except that in the midst of these thoughts, he heard a knock at the door. "Who knocks at the door of the cathedral," said Don Valentino is "Christmas Eve? They have not prayed enough? What madness has taken them? "While saying so he went to open and a gust of wind came a poor man in rags.
"How much di Dio!” esclamò sorridendo costui guardandosi intorno. “Che bellezza! Lo si sente persino di fuori. Monsignore, non me potrebbe lasciare un pochino? Pensi, è la sera di Natale.”
“È di sua eccellenza l’arcivescovo” rispose il prete. “Serve a lui, fra un paio d’ore. Sua eccellenza fa già la vita di un santo, non pretenderai mica che adesso rinunci anche a Dio! E poi io non sono mai stato monsignore.”
“Neanche un pochino, reverendo? Ce n’è tanto! Sua eccellenza non se ne accorgerebbe nemmeno!”
“Ti ho detto di no … Puoi andare … Il Duomo è chiuso al pubblico” e congedò il poverello con un biglietto da cinque lire.
Ma come il disgraziato uscì dalla chiesa, nello stesso istante Dio disparve. Sgomento, don Valentino si guardava intorno, scrutando le volte tenebrose: Dio non c’era neppure lassù. Lo spettacoloso apparato di colonne, statue, baldacchini, altari, catafalchi, candelabri, panneggi, di solito così misterioso e potente, era diventato all’improvviso inospitale e sinistro. E tra un paio d’ore l’arcivescovo sarebbe disceso.
Con orgasmo don Valentino socchiuse una delle porte esterne, guardò nella piazza. Niente. Anche fuori, benché fosse Natale, non c’era traccia di Dio. Dalle mille finestre accese giungevano echi di risate, bicchieri infranti, musiche e even curses. Not bells, no chants.
Don Valentino went out in the night, went to the streets profane, between the din of wild banquets. But he knew the right address. When he entered the house, the family friend was sitting at the table. They all looked at each other kindly and around them was a little of God
"Merry Christmas, Reverend," said the householder. "You want some?"
"I fast, my friends," he said. For God my carelessness has left the Cathedral and its excellence is soon to pray. Do not you give me yours? So, you are in company, you do not have an absolute need. "
" dear I don Valentino "said the householder. "You forget, I would say that today is Christmas. Just today, my children would do without God? I wonder, Don Valentine. "
And in the very way God said that man slipped out of the room, the cheerful smiles went out and roast capon felt sand between your teeth.
Way back then, in the night, the streets deserted. Walk, walk, Don Valentine finally saw him again. He arrived at the gates of the city and before him lay in the dark, are white for a little snow, the great campaign. Over the fields and rows of mulberry trees, swaying God, as if waiting. Don Valentine dropped to his knees.
"But what it does, reverendo?” gli domandò un contadino. “Vuol prendersi un malanno con questo freddo?”
“Guarda laggiù, figliolo, non vedi?”
Il contadino guardò senza stupore. “È nostro” disse. “Ogni Natale viene a benedire i nostri campi.”
“Senti” disse il prete. “Non me ne potresti dare un poco? In città siamo rimasti senza, perfino le chiese sono vuote. Lasciamene un pochino che l’arcivescovo possa almeno fare un Natale decente.”
“Ma neanche per idea, caro il mio reverendo! Chissà che schifosi peccati avete fatto nella vostra città. Colpa vostra. Arrangiatevi.”
“Si è peccato, secure. And who does not sin? But you can save many souls son, only to tell me so. "
" Enough to save me! "Chuckled the farmer. And in the very moment that he said it, God rose up from his fields and disappeared into the darkness.
went even further by looking. God seemed to be increasingly rare, and who had a little did not want to sell it (but in the very act that he says no, God disappeared, gradually moving away.)
Don Valentino Hence the limits of a vast wilderness, and in the end, just on the horizon, God shone softly as a cloud oblong. The young priest fell on his knees in the snow. "Wait for me, O Lord" pleaded for the archbishop is my fault alone, and tonight it's Christmas! "
His feet were frozen, he walked in the mist, sank to his knees, stretched out every now and then collapsing. How would resist? Until he heard a chorus
lying and pathetic, rumors of an angel, a ray of light filtered through the fog. He opened a wooden door: it was a great church and in the middle, a few candles, a priest was praying. And the church was full of heaven.
"Brother" groaned Don Valentine, the limit of strength, full of ice "have mercy on me. My archbishop because of me is left alone and needs God Give me a little, please. "
Slowly he turned the man who was praying. And Don Valentino, recognizing him, he became, if possible, even paler.
"Merry Christmas to you, Don Valentine," said the Archbishop making meeting, the whole fence of God "bless her, but where have you been? You can find out what you are going to try out on this night by wolves? ".




(Story by Dino Buzzati from the book "The shop the mystery." Oscar Mondadori Editions)

Monday, December 21, 2009

25th Birthday Sayings

adversity

live lightly
It's heavy but not essential for

crashed under the weight of events
So

believe it is essential

at the end of the world at its beginning and

simultaneously.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Armpit Abscess Following Implant Surgery

Bellamora




Bellamora Bellamora not leave me,
Bellamora Bellamora Do not forget me.
Rosa Spring Island in the sea,
lamp in the evening, the Pole Star.
Bellamora Bellamora, without looking,
in the sun and moon and look at the facts.
crumbs on the snow, fireflies in glass,
Bellamora Bellamora, let me see.
and come and sit, come and relax,
on this flower-shaped chair.
Tonight that will not give pain,
this night will pass without harm you.
This night will be, or we will go.
Bellamora Bellamora not go away.
You know that you know the tears and consoling.
Bellamora Bellamora not leave me,
you do not believe in miracles but do you know them.
Bellamora Bellamora facts sing
in the rain and wind, without singing.
Paradise and poison, sugar and salt,
Bellamora Bellamora, without eating.
and come to meet, come heat,
on this flower-shaped chair.
This time it will not give you pain,
this time will pass without harm us. This time
will or we will go.


(from the album "Love Songs" in 1992)

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Blood In Bowel Motions

kostnix

's a Wonderful Life, despite everything, people are wonderful, in spite of everything, because sometimes they have ideas like this .

A shop where "shopping" for free. Fantastic, what else to say?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Gpsphone Cheats Tutorial

cook



Thursday, December 10, 2009

Panasonic 254 Spelt Flour Howto

foreign priests

What amazes me, frankly, is that a character such as the League's current deputy mayor of Treviso, Giancarlo Gentilini or, indeed, deputy mayor of a city so populous and important. Or rather, mayor-elect. Why 'I'm man is deputy mayor because he could not più esserlo per via della legge, ma in pratica lo è.

Vuol dire che la maggioranza degli abitanti di quella città lo ha a suo tempo votato. Hanno votato uno che ieri ha dichiarato di non desiderare sacerdoti stranieri nella sua città. L'ultima, per ora, di una serie di affermazioni sconcertanti.

Che dice la Chiesa?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Seven Seas Salad Dressing Creamy Italian Recipe

Un'immagine, mille parole?



(Dearborn, Michigan: Ford Road in the minaret)

For people who want to (re) read:

Monday, November 30, 2009

How Much Does Temazepam Cost

Margaret




Io non posso stare fermo con le mani nelle mani
tante cose devo fare prima che venga domani
e se lei già sta dormendo io non posso riposare
farò in modo che al risveglio non mi possa più scordare
Perché this long night is black as black
yourself big moon cake and fill the entire sky
and why his smile would come back again tomorrow morning sun
shine like you've done it again

And then make them sing the songs he
learned I will build a silence that no one has ever heard
lovers wake up, I will talk for hours and hours
embrace stronger, because she wants love.

Then we run the streets and let
because she wants to dance the joy, because she hates the rancor, and then
with buckets of colored paint all the walls,
homes, streets and buildings, because she loves the colors
collect all the flowers, which can give us spring
's build a cradle for love when it's evening
then climb up into the sky, and take you a star, because
Margherita is good, because Margaret is beautiful. Why

Margaret is sweet, because Margaret is true because
Margaret loves, and he does a whole night because
Margherita is a dream, because Margaret is the salt
because Margaret is the wind and does not know can hurt
Why
Margaret is everything, and she is my madness
Margherita Margherita Margherita ... ... ... now it is my


( Marco Luberti - Riccardo Cocciante)

album "Concerto per Margherita " the 1976

What Does Your First Period Look Like?

the belly and head

in Switzerland in a referendum voted against the construction of minarets Muslims. Even the Catholic Church has taken a stand against this decision of the Swiss population. What can I say: it has overcome the fear, as rightly said the "communist" Gianfranco Fini . They have won rather than those who think with their heads they think with their bellies. A defeat, therefore, to civilization.

Whatever they say the right-minded. See this article in the newspaper "Il Giornale" directed by Victor Felts . We forget

sempre di quanto dolore e morte hanno procurato nei secoli le guerre di religione .

Monday, November 16, 2009

Mount Blade Wheel Of Time

child abuse and mascara

Se la vita è bella, come dice Benigni che ci ha costruito sopra pure un film, bisogna però dire che per qualcuno la vita è stata (ed è) uno schifo inimmaginabile che non credo valga le pena essere vissuto. Come nel caso dei bambini orfani inglesi mandati in Australia negli anni trenta del secolo scorso. Banbini sottoposti ad una vita di sevizie, di lavori forzati e violenze sessuali. A questi bambini il governo australiano e quello inglese chiedono scusa. Io credo che il governo inglese e quello australiano dovrebbero dare ai bambini, ora anziani, sopravvissuti, oltre alle dovute scuse, pure un pur banalissimo and perhaps a little vile noble compensation money. Chess, make a million euro (or equivalent in U.S. dollars) per head? That at least in addition to the apology and to eternal glory, they can enjoy all the benefits that the land vil attorney money. A bit 'of paradise on earth, after the hell on earth that have marked the past and for ever, certainly not for the better, their existence.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Firefighter Shift Calendar For Cell Phone







It is something between the pages of clear and dark pages, and gate
your name from my front
and confuse my alibi and your reasons,
my alibi and your reasons.
Who made me cards mi ha chiamato vincente
ma uno zingaro è un trucco
e un futuro invadente, fossi stato un pò più giovane,
l'avrei distrutto con la fantasia,
l'avrei stracciato con la fantasia.

Ora le tue labbra puoi spedirle a un indirizzo nuovo
e la mia faccia sovrapporla
a quella di chissà chi altro.
Ho ancora i tuoi quattro assi, bada bene, di un colore solo,
li puoi nascondere o giocare con chi vuoi
o farli rimanere buoni amici come noi.

Santa voglia di vivere e dolce Venere di Rimmel,
come quando fuori pioveva e tu mi domandavi
se per caso avevo ancora quella foto
in cui tu sorridevi e non guardavi.
Ed il vento passava sul tuo collo Fur

and on your person and when I, not understanding, I said yes,
you said "It 's all that you have of me."
That's all I have for you.

your lips Now you can send them to a new address

superimpose my face and that of whomever else.
I still keep your four aces, mind you, of one color,
you can hide them or play with anyone
or let them stay good friends like us.


(Francesco De Gregori, from the "Rimmel", 1975)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Pokemon Emerald Visual;

Los Alamos - Cuba - Bluff!



(to counter the shadow wet month of November suggest a summer Pezzullo wrote in one of the sunniest days of August with a temperature of 100 Fahrenheit and conditioner in 1000 thanks to 'Washington's infamous weather, the humidity is the same;
however, is also an excuse to put some snap resurrect nostalgic for a moment the blue sky)

(New Mexico Plateau)

will be the heat, the heat will be breathtaking, the mosquitoes are very bad and aggressive or maybe just the fault of the age: that is, your columnist American summer sbalestra neurons and synapses, stimulates associations unlikely connections and crooked risky, daring associations of places, names, landscapes, historical events.
An example of such extravagant smoothies mental travel itinerary is the battered, perfectly viable and totally insane, certainly absent from any travel guide worthy of respect, summarized in the title: Los Alamos - Cuba - Bluff!
(the exclamation point, although optional, is there to give undeserved flavor and summon emergency emblematic of survived catastrophes).
Pure divertissement, but a little 'noir .


(Santa Fe, NM)

Los Alamos
Il presupposto è che il turista abbia già visitato le perle del Nuovo Messico: la bella, costosa e trendy Santa Fe, seconda o terza più antica città degli odierni Stati Uniti, e la vicina e più abbordabile Taos, entrambe profondamente impregnate di sapori ispanici e amerindi. Impareggiabile, per esempio, il villaggio di “indiani” Pueblo alle porte di Taos (se solo Cristoforo Colombo non avesse pigliato quell'incredibile granchio geografico pensando d'aver raggiunto le Indie, risulterebbe oggi più easy to call the natives "Native Americans", but never mind).



(Taos, NM: Pueblo)

After tired digital camera and raided the jewelry under the arcades of splendid Santa Fe, it is therefore time to devote to more serious issues. The atomic bomb, for example.
And Los Alamos is right there at your doorstep.
Not that there is much to see, in Los Alamos. But the taste is all in that inevitable frisson takes when you're about to set foot in the town that gave birth to the first nuclear weapons. The operation was launched in '43, was named "Manhattan Project" (perhaps to throw off the lights?), Was developed just on the green forests of this corner of New Mexico, and culminated in August of '45 with the release of two atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Apart from the undeniable scientific achievements and the most controversial considerations about how the bombs in question have accelerated the surrender of Japan, it is certain that these parts show to have a sense of humor chilling: Los Alamos - where they make discoveries! is welcome in red letters that the city offers visitors. Nipponese tourists refrain.


(Los Alamos, NM, entrance to the city)

Cuba
The nuclear issue, just boarded, with a bit of imagination you can find a little later. Just want it, just look for it, just study carefully map: past Los Alamos, there is a road to Cuba!
The memory of the tourist runs to the Great Fear (case justified) of the distant autumn 1962, when an American spy plane flying over the island of Cuba photographed installations suspicious. Of course, it should be noted that Havana had just foiled a botched invasion attempt by Cuban exiles trained and financed by Washington (you may, in hindsight, because land in a bay called "of Pigs"?)

It must also be said that as soon remedied the fool, the White House was raised and increased the number of attempts to stand back to Fidel Castro and his barbudos. All this to point out that Cuba had their reasons for running for cover, and ask for help Soviet ally.
said that Moscow Fidel provides a bit 'of missiles with nuclear warheads and they focuses on the giant U.S. spy plane flies over us and photographing them, and the entire planet finds itself one step away from Armageddon.

About the film: the story of the missiles is told in a beautiful film with Kevin Costner: Thirteen Days, "Thirteen Days" - which are precisely those days when the Cold War became hot, intense, when a wrong move, diplomatic misunderstanding, a bluff too, badly made or badly broken, it could mean the end of the world.
So how can our rickety tourist, resist the temptation offered by his road map and denied the oblique, perverse pleasure of traveling directly from Los Alamos to Cuba ?


(Valles Caldera, NM, along the highway 126)

What is right and proper that the journey is short but not easy, the road is winding, barely climbs up the mountains, through beautiful mountain landscapes that alternate to the Far West, parading along a verdant volcanic caldera, then suddenly the pavement ends and the New Mexico State 126 you humble strip of gravel and earth, closed to traffic during the winter and whenever a violent downpour transformed the in a trap of mud. Then, after thirty miles of potholes and bumps, the last "down" on Cuba




The quotation marks around the "down" are binding powers of the appearance of the sign announcing the town, stuck in a long valley surrounded by mountains and sharp mountains severed called mesas Cuba, 6'905 feet above sea level, or two thousand one hundred meters. The plateau here is serious stuff.

If the name is borrowed from the homonymous island of Cuba Fidel or whether it comes from the English term or cuba cubeta (vat, cask, tub) is one of the few questions that are proposed to the attention of the wayfarer. Like all villages looking languidly negligible fugitive and vitality, with signs and posters that scream to the void, "Cuba has a long and interesting history," as in fact the website of the country. Maybe, but not seen. And that's okay, just the name. Of the many scattered in the United States that Cuba, with its irreverent proximity to the birthplace of the atomic bomb is armed with perhaps the most evocative force.



(Cuba, NM: Cuban Cafe)

Bluff
To be certain the lure of poker, the last hand when you watch the games and slings. For others, the charm of the greatest duels between systems, where elegant gentlemen and decent play for a few days with rockets and bombs and the fate of mankind. To everyone, without distinction, a place called Bluff can not play irresistible.

A Bluff to get there, from Cuba, with the long shadows of the evening, so the shot is perfect, having digested miles and miles of training to real western landscape, sticking to eighteen tired articulated wheel carrying non-you-know-what-not to you-know-where (even more mysterious because it is passing through this way).




car wrecks, past the press are the only load decoded perfectly reasonable and the SS 550, which slides towards the north- west between mesas and light poles.
Short stop compulsory Four Corners, "Four Corners", the only place in the U.S. where the borders of four states meet, and the traveler can believe for a moment a bit, 'God Almighty, ubiquitous: one foot in Colorado, the other in New Mexico. Arizona left hand, right hand in Utah. Everybody, young and old.

And then there's Bluff, founded in 1880 by an expedition of Mormons (another story charmingly, that the Mormons!). We try to mix true story and our speculation: after three hundred miles of driving the Mormons, exhausted, decided to have arrived in the right place. Exhausted by the troubles del viaggio e a corto di fantasia, si guardano in giro, vedono ovunque mesas, pinnacoli di roccia e rossastri dirupi verticali, e battezzano il loro nuovo insediamento: Bluff , che in inglese significa scogliera, promontorio, falesia (come fondare un villaggio in valle di Muggio e chiamarlo Monte). 


(Bluff, UT: Twin Rocks Cafe)


Bluff sono trecento anime immerse in un panorama mozzafiato e  incomprensibilmente intatto: un elegante motel Wood, John Wayne-style restaurant, a coffee disturbing at the foot of Twin Rocks , the twin pinnacles, which ask them not to slide down on him like any other and most famous twins implants sky.


(Bluff UT)


Just a few steps, most worthy culmination of this short slant route, as inspired by an unknown hand as he slowly left rotting in the sun and plateau in the wind an old Dodge van and a lovely '49 or '50 Buick. Like those who still live and suffer and puffing in Cuba (the island, not the village).
Maybe I have long suspected: you dream with open eyes better.

(Bluff UT)

( text and images copyright: VASCO DONES, unpublished)


Friday, November 6, 2009

Cysts On The Kidneys And The Liver Diarrhea

in memory of Alda Merini

The Poet collects
pains and smiles and puts together all his days in
to give a helping hand, a hand
that performs
because he sees the heart of God
But the city is sad because no one thinks

the flowers bloom for the Poet

live very long for narrow streets of grace.

(Alda Merini, from "To your health, my love")

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Acting Courses Carlow

poets

like to think of poets as a marginalized figure, melancholic, even cursed or otherwise irregular. Artists par excellence, so weird and painful, according to a cliché perhaps old-romantic, perhaps only imaginary surface that fits perfectly simpleton of a society less and less need to read. I believe that the poets (including Merini ) would much rather be a bit 'and a little less idealized' most read and published.

(Michele Serra)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Slight Metallic Taste In Mouth

L'isola Amish


For about two hundred thousand Amish in America, the world is divided broadly into two: on the one hand they are here, the Amish, they live on the other "the English ", that is, those three hundred million American citizens - of different origins, colors and religions - who have been taught that the wars of independence had been fought two centuries ago (in fact) against the British . But anyhow: as we see the Amish, those good people English English was and still is - even under the Stars and Stripes. Maybe because the "British " (ie other Americans with whom the Amish, however, maintain cordial relations dispassionately) him every now and then a big combine.

For example: when in March 1979 Three Mile Island nuclear power plant came to a whisker away from producing the Mother of All Disasters (offering an appetizer of what would then happen at Chernobyl), the reactor in agony in hell threatened to drag not only radioactive half-Pennsylvania , energy-thirsty as all America, but also a community che non aveva mai consumato nemmeno un kilowatt di elettricità: gli Amish della contea di Lancaster, che per ironia della sorte vivono a una manciata di chilometri dalla centrale elettronucleare di Three Mile Island ma si rifiutano cocciutamente di agganciarsi alla rete elettrica.

Quegli stessi Amish, pacifici e pacifisti a oltranza, che pochi giorni fa (NdR: era l'autunno 2006) , nella minuscola scuola di Nickel Mines, hanno dovuto raccogliere dieci loro figlie – cinque morte ammazzate, cinque gravemente ferite – imbottite di piombo da un lattaio improvvisamente impazzito: un “inglese” , ovviamente, perché per distribuire il latte bisogna saper guidare il furgone, e gli Amish non guidano mezzi meccanici con motore a scoppio (solo carretti trainati da cavalli, e dalle cui ruote sono banditi i pneumatici perché la gomma è un lusso che renderebbe il viaggio troppo confortevole). 

E non imbracciano un fucile, mai. E quando s’infuriano (raro) non chiamano l’avvocato per farti causa (sarebbe un atto di violenza, secondo loro). E se proprio volessero chiamarlo, dovrebbero uscire di casa, montare in calesse (niente auto, l’abbiamo detto) e raggiungere una cabina pubblica, perché hanno messo al bando i telefoni privati. 

And converse among themselves in a strange language that "English" (with the superficiality of the powerful) have rashly baptized Pennsylvania Dutch ("Pennsylvania Dutch") , improper translation of the term Deutsch heard him use the Amish - who speak German rather than Dutch, a German Germanic would sound any Arabic, but a Confederate Ostermundigen be able to partly decipher. Yes, the Amish communicate with each other in a sort of Swiss-German-Alsatian other times. Also because of Switzerland (Berne of Simmenthal, to be exact) had their founder Jacob Amman.

***

Back then in Switzerland for two bits of history home.
Zurich, Anno Domini 1525: under the guidance of a Felix Manz, a handful of Protestant radicals (today we would call them "fundamentalists", but already it seems that Martin Luther defining them "fanatics") openly opposed Zwingli: dispute the decision to entrust the State Church of the Reformation, however, consider that reform is too bland. It argued that the Church needs of believers aware: then reject infant baptism, and become "rename" from adults.

E 'early Anabaptist movement (from the greek "baptized again"). But to compare Manz and is soon regarded as a heresy, and in agreement with the costumes, the protagonists of the dispute, and their followers are harshly persecuted (by all Catholics, Lutherans and Calvinists). Felix Manz will be drowned in the Limmat, making it the first Anabaptist martyr of the Church, others will eventually burned at the stake, including women, elderly and children.

The Anabaptists - also known as "simple people" because of their lifestyle marked by humility - then scatter for Europe, until one day they find the system to make it big: take control of the city of Munster, and there for more than a year we combine all the colors. While preaching non-violence and moral rigor, they let themselves go to all sorts of atrocities (including rapes), until the army lansquenet unable to regain the city.
The affair ended in a massive bloodbath, seasoned with torture, abjurations denied, and the inevitable fires. The Anabaptist movement is in disarray, his reputation destroyed.
later find himself new life under the guidance of a former priest Dutch - Menno Simons - which will take the name "Mennonite Church". Then, towards the end of 1600, the schism and the birth of the Amish at the hands of the bernese Jakob Amman.

***

Jakob Amman on the story says little. He was born in Erlenbach in the Simmental, probably in 1644, Amman was a Mennonite to practice his belief that he had to take refuge in Alsace. It is known however that Amman - in defiance of the declared Mennonite pacifism - was somewhat cantankerous character. And quite uncompromising: it was he who insisted on the need to observe with the utmost rigor the Meidung , the practice of blacklists (and therefore avoid ban) those faithful to the Anabaptist movement, for one reason or another , was excommunicated.
It is precisely this point which was consummated the schism Mennonite Amman, demanding a strict application of the rule against ostracism denied, excommunicated all the Mennonites who did not think like him (and some came to his Once excommunicated), and ended by giving birth to a movement Amish, an offshoot of the ultra-fundamentalist Anabaptist Church.

The European political climate of that time, little inclined to tolerance, and endless horizons that seemed opening of the Atlantic, then did the rest: the Amish decided it was worth groped the fate of the New World.

I first landed in Philadelphia in 1737, attracted by the promise of the Quaker William Penn was to build a tolerant and open to all faiths (Pennsylvania, in fact). The result is that today in Europe of non-Amish There is no trace, they are all in the New World, some (few) in Central America, the vast majority in the U.S., especially in Ohio, Pennsylvania and Indiana. Where are now the object of great curiosity and are - in spite of themselves - an important tourist attraction.

***

In Holmes County (Ohio), as well as in Lancaster County (Pennsylvania) - home to the two larger communities of the Amish world - Amish farms to acknowledge them at first sight are those with no cable connected to the mains.
If you are lucky you'll also get the gig, carrying men with long beards and women to head covered at all times (if you just can not give the snapshot-memory, rather taken with discretion and far: the Amish do not like photos, TV, recorders and other gadgets like, and generally not giving interviews).

But do not look for the Amish churches: no. It seems incredible that a community so committed to live by the precepts of the Bible around the clock, has no places of worship, yet it is a choice consistent with the repudiation of any and every object, act or event that may seem "immodest" the Amish celebrate the religious ceremony on Sunday at home of community members in rotation. And only every second week, in return, the function may take up to three hours or more.

clergy there is none, apart from the so-called "Bishop", a sort of "primus inter pares "chosen by chance - by drawing lots - including some names proposed by members of the congregation. Life is made up of prayer and work in the fields if possible, by hand, with the help of the horse and the most rudimentary equipment.

A fianco, sull’asfalto della highway, rombano i possenti fuoristrada dell’americano medio, ma gli Amish non ci fanno caso: tutt’al più vendono agli “inglesi” i loro magnifici quilts , trapunte fatte a mano apprezzatissime dai turisti che invadono le contee Amish nell’illusione di trovarvi un paradiso che non c’è, che non è mai esistito, e che comunque nessuno degli “inglesi” vorrebbe abitare, perché nessun “inglese” ha veramente voglia di tornare a tracciare solchi nei campi con un aratro e due buoi. 
Eppure secondo gli Amish l’atteggiamento corretto di fronte alle cose terrene sta tutto racchiuso in una parola (tedesca, ovviamente): Gelassenheit , rozzamente traducibile con “calma, tranquillità”. 

E per i piccoli quesiti della vita quotidiana c’è Die Ordnung (“L’Ordine”), un compendio di regole aggiornato e rivisto ogni due anni che stabilisce che cosa è lecito e che cosa è vietato (per esempio: elettricità dalla rete no, batterie sì; telefono privato no, cabina pubblica sì; telefono cellulare forse, dipende the needs, travel by car, yes, but only in the role of passenger).

A small slice of the community falls outside the obligation of strict compliance of 'Ordnung : young people between the age of fourteen (end of school, highest level of training given puzzling because it hurts too much) and eighteen or twenty, when they chose whether to be baptized (and thus officially join the Amish church) or leave the family, the community, the quiet Gelassenheit Amish island and enter the world of "English" .

In questa sorta di interregno prima della grande scelta, i giovani Amish vivono il cosiddetto “Rumspringa” (alla lettera: “correre in giro”, ma col significato implicito di “folleggiare”), gli anni in cui è lecito (anche per loro) bere, ubriacarsi, guidare l’auto, ballare, tirare tardi, fare quelle cose più o meno divertenti e più o meno trasgressive che eccitano tutti gli adolescenti d’Occidente. 

Alla fine del Rumspringa si sceglie: o dentro o fuori, o Amish o novello “inglese” . It turns out that - out of conviction, appeal to God, or fear the aggressive world outside of the safe and protective bubble Amish - ninety percent of Amish youth decide to stay in the community.
Maybe What would have chosen, in a few years, the five girls just mowed the milkman "English" ?

But life goes on, say the Amish. With Gelassenheit , with calm and tranquility as soon as possible. "Maybe we will quote the event in the next issue of the newspaper," he told the Los Angeles Times Elam Lapp, direttore del settimanale Amish Die Botschaft . 
Si riferiva proprio al massacro nella scuola di Nickel Mines, ora assediata dai reporter di mezzo mondo. Ma è collaudata prassi del suo giornale, ha chiarito Lapp, non pubblicare articoli su omicidi, guerra, sesso o religione.
Tutto un altro mondo.

(© VASCO DONES; pubblicato sul settimanale svizzero AZIONE nell'autunno 2006)



Friday, October 9, 2009

Mustard As Contraceptive

Il Nobel per la pace a Barack Obama


(We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
"Ourself We Tell Stories in Order to Live" - \u200b\u200bJoan Didion)

the morning of November 4, 2008 I accompanied a black lady, Betty Kilby, the polling of Cleburne, Texas. I filmed and put down the ballot in the urn: another vote for Barack Obama.

few days earlier, in his hometown of Front Royal, Virginia, Betty had told me about his life as a black girl in the South during the years of struggle for desegregation racial. A story with a happy strokes (dad had challenged and defeated the whites of his city), at times dramatic (the last year of high school, Betty had been raped).

the evening of November 4 that I spent with Betty, her husband David (very black Baptist minister) and two of their family friends, even their color.
In the beginning ' disbelief and amazement the first results, then their joy and improvised dance of the announcement of Obama's victory Betty told me a wonderful story - which in my time I tried to tell the Swiss TV.

( "From Betty Barack" / copyright RSI - Swiss Radio - requires RealPlayer)

(Betty Kilby entrance to his old high school in Front Royal, Virginia)

On 20 January I went down to the mall Washington to attend the ceremony of inauguration of the first black American president. There was a half million people, maybe two, all to brave the cold to be able to tell one's children or grandchildren - who knows when, perhaps by the fireplace - That day "we had too."










There seemed like a good story, one that you want to bring in the moments - a lot - when you ask where is the sense of your labors, of your sorrows, your anger, your empty. You know it's a bit 'fairy tale, a bit' illusion, a bit 'light intoxication by fatigue and despair. You know that in the grand scheme of things, little or nothing will change. But you live, you hear that story, want to participate a little, want to let it get repeated. After you sleep better.





Now some gentlemen between Oslo and Stockholm have decided - as children before bed - they want a replay of that fable, a second note of the story is so beautiful. That's why Barack Obama has given to the Nobel Peace Prize.
to me is fine, I'm there. I do not want this story will end so soon.



(Washington, DC, January 20, 2009: "Inauguration Day")



Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Mom Son Have A Good Anal

Il minareto di via Ford




Dearborn, a city of one hundred thousand inhabitants on the outskirts of Detroit, is now the last bastion of what was once the largest American auto industry. Dearborn is home to the headquarters of Ford in fact, only one of the Big Three (as they are simply called here) able to stand on its own merits, without having to go bankrupt and be forced nationalization (General Motors) or seek the help of good Samaritans foreign (Chrysler).



(Detroit, Michigan: Obama Gas Station)



The latter is, among other things, a case that is giving headaches to many Americans informed, those who read newspapers, to be clear: they know who saved the Chrysler will be the Italian Fiat (and here they mention a lot of smiles and jokes with the latest Fiat seen in movement two decades ago, but in the absence of other things go well for the Italians and their carts funny), but then they encounter in the notes of tragicomic love affairs of Berlusconi, and hope that the Saviour of Turin are more serious and less embarrassing to their political leader.

None of this, however, for the glorious brand founded by Henry Ford, the brilliant inventor of the Ford Model T that powered America hated by the assembly line. Henry Ford in Dearborn - just - We were born, we had settled part of its industry, and we had to build his personal mansion.

course, Dearborn today is not that busy and optimistic than seventy years ago, when he could even boast an airport art, of course, named Ford, the first in the world with paved runways (in those days Ford produced even airplanes).
shadow of the headquarters of Ford, Dearborn is now a decent suburb committed to slip quietly - like most of America - from the middle and lower middle class, but not happy to share the terrible degradation of nearby Detroit.




(Detroit, Michigan: Detroit Engineering Institute)



All this is told to give what is Dearborn Dearborn, namely that despite its limited international celebrity, this neglected suburbs of Detroit a real, massive pillar of the history of the USA, a sort of Holy Land secolarissima that gave birth to a top national passions, in turn a source of enduring myths in the stars and stripes: the journey by car.
So, in short, Dearborn is as American as apple pie (as they say here).




In golden years of this strip of Michigan, the (then) three major automakers in Detroit and attracted workers from around every corner of America. Indeed, on every corner of the world. And the workers flocked in droves, from everywhere. Whites and blacks from the American deep south, some to escape the endemic poverty of countries in arrears, for those who leave behind the racism and lynchings. And then other people landed even more strange, from even more distant and exotic lands.

It 's the same old story, we know well in Switzerland: call arms, and instead you get men. And dragging their luggage below, the physical ones held together by twine, and the cultural, spiritual, gastronomic even. And so, for those strange quirk of history, nell'americanissima Dearborn began to land the Arabs, many Arabs. Before Maronite Christians from Lebanon and Syria, and then, increasingly, Arab Muslims.


Bref
today is of Arab origin thirty percent of the population of Dearborn (the highest in the U.S.). And in America as a very religious shrine not denied to anyone, and the venerable First Amendment of the Constitution guarantees freedom of worship, born here as long ago as 1937 (!) Zaydi the Yemeni Dearborn Mosque, the first mosque in Michigan and one of the first of the nation.
So far, so normal.



(Dearborn, Michigan: Islamic Center of America)



More surprising, however, is that the construction of a second, large mosque - officially called
Islamic Center of America - has been safely completed in 2005. That is, after Al Qaeda terrorist attack on the Pentagon and the Twin Towers.
It seems that in Dearborn, the new mosque, no one has done a pleated.



For those wishing to travel to visita, l'indirizzo è già un programma: la troverà al 19500 di Ford Road. Con elegante minareto fiancheggiato da Old Glory, la bandiera nazionale che si contorce al gelido vento del Michigan. Incastrata tra la chiesa apostolica armena (19300 Ford Road) e la chiesa ortodossa di San Clemente (19600 Ford Road).




(© VASCO DONES; 
pubblicato nell'estate 2009 sul settimanale svizzero AZIONE)

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Nortel Bcm400 Programming Manual

Auction VIP spot

Auction VIP spot from Frank Malin on Vimeo . Commercials made by ShortCut

study for a downward auction site.

I edited the animation and textures with colleague John Ariutti


Spot ShortCut study carried out by the auction site on the cheap.

I edited the animation and textures with his colleague John Ariutti

Monday, October 5, 2009

Remote Car Starter Syracuse Ny

Storie dal Muro di Washington


Il Muro di Berlino. Il Muro del pianto. Il Muro della vergogna (ce ne sono tanti: l’ultimo they pulled up in Israel). The Great Wall of China ... Washington also has its wall with a capital M. And the following are some stories by the Wall in Washington.





Dan Bullock was a black child of Goldsboro, North Carolina. It is said that he was a quiet kid. At eleven he lost his mother. Dad remarried and took Dan and his sister to live up north in Brooklyn, New York, 279 Lee Avenue. At the young age Dan did not like the metropolis. Held out for a while ', then one day he falsified the date on his birth certificate and was able to enlist in the Marines. It was September 18 1968: Dan aveva poco più di quattordici anni e mezzo.

Lo sbarcarono in Vietnam il diciotto maggio del ’69, una domenica. Venti giorni più tardi, il sette giugno, il Private First Class (soldato di prima classe) Dan Bullock veniva falciato da una raffica di proiettili durante un attacco Viet Cong alla base di An Hoa, provincia di Quang Nam. Aveva quindici anni, cinque mesi e diciassette giorni: la più giovane vittima americana della guerra del Vietnam.


Oggi il suo nome sta scolpito su una lapide al cimitero di Greensboro, North Carolina. E sta scritto su un cartello stradale lungo il Lee Boulevard di Brooklyn, l’odiato domicilio da cui era fuggito per diventare un Marine: have dedicated a piece of that street. It is engraved in black granite - plate number 23W, 96th row - the monument to the fallen of Vietnam, in downtown Washington, which officially is called the Vietnam Veterans Memorial here but everyone knows simply as
The Wall, The Wall .

All around Dan Bullock, on the Wall are the names of the other 58'255 U.S. soldiers died in the longest, unfortunate and tragic military campaign fought in the framework of the so-called Cold War, in the name of the Free World and interests government in Washington. That in Indochina after squandering $ 650 billion in the construction of the wall (or better: in the excavation of the Wall, but this will be clarified later) did not have to invest a single penny. That wall, at first criticized, ridiculed and opposed, later became the most famous monument of the United States, visited every year by almost four million people.





Jan Scruggs - a young man from Bowie, Maryland - had been in Vietnam, a corporal in 199esima brigade of light infantry. He had been wounded - as other three hundred thousand of his comrades - he was healed, he had also earned a medal for bravery, and had finally brought home the skin. But even though it was then immersed studies at the American University in Washington, Vietnam did not mind coming out and guts. Scruggs was convinced that his fallen comrades, however, deserved a monument, even though that war had led to the most humiliating military defeat in the history of the country.

In May of '79, since the theme of the monument, Congress was silent, Jan Scruggs threw a fundraiser for the creation of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial: the first 2,800 U.S. dollars put them there himself, out of pocket her. Nearly three hundred thousand Americans responded to his call, and soon Scruggs bunches more than eight million dollars. Now the money was, lacked only a worthy project. October 80 was announced the competition.

Maya Ying Lin was born in '59 in Athens, a university town in the deep Ohio, the daughter of a pair of Chinese fled the mainland just before the communist revolution del'49 that would bring to power " Great Helmsman "Mao Tse-Tung. His mother, poet, and his father, a potter, had found employment as teachers in the local Ohio University. Maya could instead obtain admission to the architecture faculty of the prestigious Yale University - the same attended by Bush in every generation.
During his senior year at Yale, in a seminar on funeral monuments, Maya Lin was forced to participate in the competition for the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
.

Maya gave birth to a humble and revolutionary project: no classical figure that rises to the sky, nothing more or less veiled celebration or display, no exaltation of human sacrifice in the name of the country, not even a flag in the wind. Only one trench and a wall: a huge wound in the land, more or less triangular shape, sweet and bordered on one side - on both sides that plunge vertically into the ground - by a wall made of granite slabs, in turn supported a simple path along which let it slide, walk, read and touch the names of fallen soldiers etched in stone. A wall that stands but does not sink, a wall that will not divide but unite: the dead with the living.




Among the more than 1,400 sketches submitted to the competition, all submitted anonymously, the jury unanimously chose the design number 1026. Corresponding to the opening of the envelope, was the huge surprise when it was revealed the identity of the author: Maya Ying Lin, twenty, a student. Now the controversy flared up.

His name sounded too Asia: not by chance a Vietnamese? And the Memorial who claimed to sink in the grass in the damp earth at the center of Washington, did not know too much defeatism? And the absence of the glorious stars and stripes irritated, offended, desecrate the sacrifices of the fallen - supported by many. A group of veterans offered to throw everything overboard and start over. James Watt, then Secretary to the interior of the Reagan administration, refused to grant a building permit, due to lack of evidence or patriotic symbols. It was necessary to arrive at a compromise: the Wall of Maya Lin was supported, not far from a classic bronze depicting three soldiers and regular pennant with stars and stripes in the wind.

It seems that the chorus of protests have deeply grieved the young student of Chinese origin. But time is sometimes honest: in the United States today there is no public monument the most visited of the Maya Lin wall. And there are few who will also stop in front of the bronze with three soldiers and flag ...





Albert Peter Dewey is not carved on the Wall in Washington, along with the fallen in Vietnam . Yet he died in Saigon back in September of '45, and was a U.S. Army colonel, and was even part of the OSS (l’Office of Strategic Services, agenzia oggi più comunemente nota come “CIA”). E fu il primo americano ucciso in Vietnam da una pallottola comunista. Eppure…

La storia del pluridecorato maggiore Albert Peter Dewey è singolare e un po’ grottesca, e sembra volerci segnalare che le cose avrebbero forse potuto andare diversamente. Al termine della II Guerra Mondiale Dewey era stato inviato in Vietnam per prendere contatti col Viet Minh, il movimento comunista fondato nel ’41 da Ho Chi Minh per lottare contro l’occupazione giapponese e per conquistare l’indipendenza dalla Francia. In particolare, Dewey aveva il compito di coordinare il rimpatrio di circa duecento soldati americani taken prisoner by the Japanese, used as slaves in the construction of the bridge over the River Kwai (that of the famous movie) and held in Saigon.

But in the immediate post-war Saigon was the scene of a thousand intrigues: there were the Vietnamese who yearn for independence, the French eager to re-install as a colonial power, Britain aims to weave their plots, the Americans do not you know what. And Albert Peter Dewey, sent home after the former American prisoners, fell a victim of misunderstandings caused (tragic irony) from its refined education.
Told in short, went like this: his contacts with the Viet Minh - who still hoped to discard pacificamente dei francesi grazie a negoziati e con l’aiuto degli americani – lo resero sospetto agli occhi del locale comandante britannico, che ne ordinò l’espulsione da Saigon.


Sulla strada verso l’aeroporto, la jeep del maggiore Dewey incappò in un posto di blocco Viet Minh. Contrariato, Dewey – che tra l’altro aveva una laurea in storia della Francia e un passato da giornalista a Parigi – urlò qualcosa in francese all’indirizzo dei miliziani Viet Minh. Questi lo scambiarono per un soldato francese e lo crivellarono di colpi, uccidendolo all’istante.

Seguirono mille scuse e un profondo imbarazzo da parte vietnamita. Ho Chi Minh ordinò ai suoi di scovare e recuperare il cadavere, arrivando persino a offrire un’astronomica ricompensa a chi avesse riportato il corpo di Dewey. Che non fu mai rintracciato.

Ma gli USA non erano in guerra col Vietnam: ecco perché il maggiore Albert Peter Dewey, prima vittima americana di una pallottola comunista in Indocina, non sta scolpito sul Muro di Washington.

Più tardi in Vietnam tornarono i soldati francesi (quelli veri).
Poi arrivarono altri americani, inviati dal presidente Truman in aiuto ai francesi sotto l’etichetta di “assistenti e consiglieri militari”, con la precisazione che non si trattava di truppe da combattimento. Ma le distinzioni are weak, opaque boundaries, and the truth elusive. Things got complicated when the French were defeated at Dien Bien Phu and the luggage did. The Americans remained. As mere "military advisors", at least in theory, at least for the first time.

And so was born the typical problem of protracted hostilities, the one fought without declaring it openly - a headache for those who must write the Great Story, but also for those who are struggling with many small individual stories behind the names Wall Washington. Because the monument to the fallen of the Vietnam War are entitled to be represented, obviously, the fallen of that conflict. But who is the victim first "official"? Quando iniziò “ufficialmente” la guerra americana in Vietnam?

Il Pentagono fissa una data: il primo gennaio 1961. Ora, deposti i fucili e spento il napalm, si può accendere la battaglia delle scartoffie.




Richard Bernard Fitzgibbon Jr. , sergente dell’aviazione USA, finì scolpito nel Muro – lastra 52E, 21esima riga - solo nel ’99, diciassette anni dopo l’inaugurazione del Vietnam Veterans Memorial. E solo dopo che il Pentagono ebbe corretto e riscritto la Storia, e spostato al 1° novembre del ‘55 l’inizio “ufficiale” dell’impegno bellico statunitense in Vietnam, facendo di Richard Bernard Fitzgibbon il primo caduto americano del conflitto – o almeno: così ha deciso la burocrazia.

E se morire in guerra, comunque la si veda, è sempre un po’ assurdo, la fine di Richard Fitzgibbon Jr. è tragicamente grottesca. Ad ammazzarlo - una sera di giugno del ’56, appena tramontato il sole di Saigon – non fu un “Charlie”, un vietnamita comunista, bensì cinque pallottole americane sparategli dopo un alterco da un suo commilitone impazzito.

E se ora qualcuno dovesse pensare che all’anima del defunto sergente Fitzgibbon in fondo non gliene fregava niente dell’iscrizione on the Wall, just a detail to make you change your mind, because on the granite Memorial Fitzgibbon dad could meet with his son Richard Fitzgibbon III
, a corporal in the Marines, killed in Vietnam in September of '65 and carved in granite the 77th row of the plate 2E of the Wall in Washington.




Just as has happened to Leo Claude Hester and his son Leo Hester Jr. Claude, who shared the same name, the same body (aviation) and the same fate: both died in Vietnam in the crash of their aircraft. Before and after his father's son, fortunately.

I think Nixon's mother, a woman in Arkansas Mulberry, which I do not know the name but I guess the black despair when he went to inform the army put the death of his son Samuel Ray Nixon
(killed March 21) and returned a few days later to announce the loss of a second son, William Dale Nixon (who died May 8).
In 1968, the same year that another Nixon (Richard) could get elected to the White House.
addition to Samuel and William, on the wall are written the names of other Nixon eight killed in Vietnam. Everyone knows what purpose the other hand touched the Nixon president forced to resign following the Watergate scandal, but then immediately pardoned by his successor.


For the highly decorated sergeant
Dan Jacob "JJ" Dones the Vietnam War was only one chapter of history to study at school. And then during military training.
Dones was born March 5 to 84 Dimmitt, Texas.
soon graduated to the local High School, had enlisted in the Army in 2002. Perhaps out of conviction, perhaps by chance or by necessity, be a father or perhaps because, at that age, era troppo difficile - J.J. Dones aveva già una figlia. Più tardi sua sorella Priscilla lo aveva imitato, ma invece dell’esercito lei aveva scelto i marines: tra i due erano nate rivalità a non finire.

Il venti ottobre del 2005 J.J. Dones è morto in Irak, colpito durante un attacco alla sua base. Se mai un giorno dovessero erigere un altro Muro anche per quest’ultima folle guerra, con sopra tutti i caduti scolpiti o in rilievo, andrei a cercare il sergente Dones: un nome ci accomuna. Per ora gli hanno dedicato l’ufficio postale di Dimmitt, Texas. Popolazione: 4'375.

(© VASCO DONES; 

published in the weekly Swiss ACTION summer 2007)