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Bangkok (& Thailand) for dummies (like me)

Bangkok, ovvero, per i Thai:
Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit
(กรุงเทพมหานคร อมรรัตนโกสินทร์ มหินทรายุธยามหาดิลก Phop Nopparat Burirom capital. Palace great place rich Amon Piman incarnation Vishnu mounted Sak Ka Mrigadat Tiya Prasit).

No Alpitour? Ahi ahi ahi ahi ahi...

Non sono abituato a fare il turista, un pò li odio i turisti, mi sembrano dei consumatori di posti, così come esistono i consumatori di libri e di cultura.
Ma approcciando la Thailandia per la prima volta, via Bangkok, e avendo in programma di starvi solo per 12 giorni, non potevo che farlo da turista.
Ben mi sta che abbia subito preso un paio di inculate degne di un turista di esperienza medio bassa.
Nella lobby del mio hotel, il Boonsiri Place , campeggia un cartello che dice di diffidare dei Tuk-Tuk che offrono giri della città a prezzi esageratamente bassi, perché faranno delle fermate a qualche negozio e presseranno all'inverosimile affinché tu acquisti.
Mi hanno beccato subito: passeggiavo il primo giorno un pò disorientato (Bangkok è una bolgia inquinata di 12 milioni di abitanti...) e un gentile Thai mi ferma chiedendomi dove stavo andando, e facendomi notare che il tempio di mia scelta - guarda caso - era chiuso a quell'ora. Mi offre quindi un giro in Tuk-Tuk verso altri templi, in attesa dell'ora di riapertura... Mi mostra una mappa per segnalarmi i templi da lui proposti, e vi inserisce anche una bella Thai Factory ... Salgo convinto di poter contrattare l'esclusione della factory, e ci riesco infatti, solo che la negoziazione mi costerà at the end of the original price of the tuk-tuk multiplied by 20 ...
The second is buggered the next day when, on waking from a nap during a long taxi ride to 120 km from the city, I do not resume in time for the bargain price of chartering a boat to take to visit the Floating Market . Consequence, sellers of souvenirs of the Floating Market have not been very successful in their persistent attempts to sell me something, because slowly recovering from the torpor, reply to all "I ran out of money in the boat !"... Tourist
you learn.

Napoletanità Thai

In downtown Bangkok, you can turn quiet, even at night. The risk of being robbed and attacked is very low. The risk of being fucked is instead much higher, as we have seen.
In Thailand, unlike the Philippines, begging is prohibited by law. Ergo, there are children who chase you with outstretched hand, but necessity is the mother of invention, and I happened to find bags of food for pigeons tucked under his arm ... In Khao San Road - a paradise for budget travelers - some blind women singing begging: you have to do something to get, are agree with King Bhumibol .



Land of Smiles?

be, but all these smiles I have not seen them, from arrival at the airport. Not that they're rude, but are accustomed to seeing too many tourists, this is the problem! There is also this anal behind the two previous years (yeah, I gnaw enough ): Not seeing all the smiles that I expected, I have placed me in an attitude of extreme openness. And then quickly use the barricades ...
Among other things, in Bangkok Thai women do not show at all that interest and curiosity towards the Farang Cebuane that have (and you already lost all traces in Manila): capital cities are the first to be contaminated. Although there are similarities in the shade of the color of skin, Cebuane generally seem more beautiful.


Mr. Pod Are you happy?

in Thailand seems to take much of the fact that you are happy (even after you have trimmed a package).
Among the few English phrases that you can understand without difficulty, there is certainly Are you happy? Buddhist teaching will be linked on the cessation of suffering? Detachment from material goods and easing the wallet? Surely
Mr. Siripod glad I did, a taxi driver pack leader (as it is that speaks better - so to speak - English) who spends his days together with two or three, in front of the hotel to stay, offering tourists the taxis available just for one day. E 'with him that I made the triad Floating Market (ahia. ..) - Tiger Temple - Elephant Trekking , of \u200b\u200bcourse - also for the fact that I was alone - a higher price than a guided tour, but in this case the price was fair (I checked!) el ' mutual happiness. With him also Bangkok -> Pattaya, 200 km to the sea.

The eye and the photo

Tourists, you know, make a lot of photos, not just the Japanese. Although I have not stolen and I've done quite a bit (then a lot of the blot, God save the Digital ).
Today's digital cameras also allow you to do some rudimentary video. The problem of the video, however - and I say things known here - is that there is a sequence of still images (although technically it is). The problem here is that video is rudimentary or limited resolution, the fact is that image captures a moment, and makes it everlasting - he said among others Roland Barthes, and I say, because I realized that taking photos at the bottom hope that at least some of them have the quality of petite madeleine of Proust: one day you look back to consciousness and all the excitement that surrounded that moment captured.
The video, on the contrary, require, if not the events, at least one story . The recovery will surely be fouled by unexpected entries, audio as well, and then it becomes necessary to carry out a task of post-production, editing, a dubbing and background music. No story, no mention is nothing at all and the result is simply disgusting.
Both instruments, photo and video camera, requiring a watching eye.
Then I take this opportunity to say a little something on the eyes, almond-shaped and otherwise.
Before the world is globalized, and even now really, until you take a friendly familiar with "Asians", we make it hard to distinguish a Chinese from a Japanese, a Filipino or a Thai. But a Chinese from a Thai, I would say. Obviously, the same is true for them: the cocks that can distinguish an Italian, a Frenchman, a German or an Englishman. The complexion, height, other elements of the face: after all eyes are : almond eyes = east, big eye, "ball" = West. The first thing we notice is the eyes, we look in the eye. Why? Why basically only the eyes are hollow, windows of the soul ...

Tiger Temple

circulating accusations and denials on the web about how these tigers are treated, the fact that they are doped for tourism or not. I can not judge, I can only refer to the site of the monastery (click on the 'Tiger Temple'). In this case, Google will not help you decide, you should spend time there in person. Known now that completely ignores the existence of alternative programs, such as breastfeeding puppies. It would be going back ...

Indigestion, but only Buddha

I wanted to see Buddhist temples, I have seen in packs. Buddha in every possible way, standing in the lotus position, lying and leaning on one elbow (symbolizing death).
Gold, frankincense, and ignorance. The beautiful temples visited by tourists are anything but places where Buddhism understand something: you could easily confuse it with a idolatry!
There are a few basic rules to be observed in Thailand (as well as non- disrespect to the royal family):
1) Do not point your feet towards the Buddha
2) Take off your shoes when entering a temple
3) Women must cover their backs and have long dresses or skirts to the knee at least until they enter in a temple. And coverage is provided if it is lacking
4) Women can not give anything directly to the monks, because they will not accept anything from the hands of a woman can only file the offer in the bowl, or on the ground in front of them
5) Never touch the head of Monaco.
The typical tourist, needless to say, it invariably violates any of them, especially the 1 and 3, and is immediately taken up by the attendants on duty.
Fortunately, indigestion are only Buddha.
In contrast to the Philippines, eating from street vendors who rained everywhere, it's pretty safe. So I said fifty Canadian of Italian descent on the first night I met and who lives in Bangkok with 500 Baht (12 € / day) for 3 ½ months. Spend little, enjoying the delicious Thai food, and you do not end up in hospital or in the toilet to vomit, as it happens (even to the premises) in Philip. At first nobody trusts, but a bit of courage does not hurt. There is also to say that I am a special case: My gut is pissed off since the days of panic, and the semi-diarrhea has become a habit for me everyday. Thus, beyond some Inflammation and excess gas, the differences are very small ... The real detector quality of food is not for me the gut, but stomach. I have an iron stomach, and when I take the vomiting, no fever or even vomiting, it means that in what I ate were happily grazing of cattle parasites. PS: Today I ate guts to stand, is the litmus test.

The climate and language

I found Bangkok to Cebu slightly cooler, less windy and more humid, On the other hand we are in the cool season ...
Going to the islands south and the cool season is practically nonexistent, is absorbed by the rainy season and leads directly into the hot season.
north instead, to Chiang Mai, now it's really chilly at night and early morning you can go down to almost 10 degrees. E 'for this reason, in addition to that I do not want or to take another plane, or make me a night on the train or bus (there are 700 km from Bangkok to Chiang Mai), the visit to the city in future I will stay at least a year studying Thai , is postponed.
The Thai language is a challenge that I liked a lot: the alphabet embroidered and indecipherable, the musicality of the five tones, 44 consonants and 32 vowels ... and, on the contrary, the English spoken by the Thai, who with all their consonants, can not pronounce the s , and it is not true that turning all r in the , as the Chinese often eliminate completely, because even with the difficult! And yet, there is no clear rule, the only sure thing is that it is very hard to understand them. Imagine how much patience they should have with a stranger who engages with Thai!
I hope to be among those in this life or the next.

Monday I headed to Pattaya - for reasons that Puttanaya imprescrutabili ... but I obviously I booked out of the pit, I have to go ahead with Proust! - For some sea, before returning to Cebu.

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psychotherapy: the story of Aldo

Dear Aldo,
how many years we spent together! You were one of my first patients, more than twenty years ago. Then you had to retire and yet today you have just passed the age of 80. But have you kept very well, both physically and psychologically.
Indeed, with long have you improved a lot, just like the balsamic vinegar.
Do you remember when you came to me the first few times? You were once a week to tell me your thoughts, because he had no friends, no family, no person to talk to you.
And your whole life had been so, why do not you ever had the ability and the courage to enter in a loving relationship with another human being. You were afraid of others and you said you did not really care about them.
You lived alone, were self-sufficient and you even bothered if someone gives you something because you feel obligated to reciprocate in some way.
remember that you spoke to a senior colleague told me: do the autogenic training with him, which is at least relax a bit, 'He can not change.
yet, dear Aldo, and I went on a road that seemed landlocked, but we have traveled together step by step.
When I first met you did not attend any, were living in the world of your fantasies, you could not go even to the bar: your the only airlines found, from time to time, when you went to the cinema to see some red lights in pornographic films.
Yet you were also caught, you are interested in literature, art, music, but had a negative opinion at the same time so much and so much higher than yourself, to obviate any real relationship.
Were you afraid of suffering in relationships and women were all you people who wanted to trap you, take away the freedom and also the money.
But I've never stopped to tell your thoughts. I remember one day when I said that we all have an ego and you, seriously, looked at me and told me: no, I have not got the ego! Davi importance
not even in dreams. Play the stock market, there putting all your libido, you wanted to win, earn, have, possess, batch, as Scrooge 'Scrooge. You did not know anything else, you did not know love, or others, or yourself.
If we want to do a quick summary of your changes in the last twenty years, we can say that you started to go play cards at the bar, then to some courses for the elderly, then the summer holidays for the elderly organized by the Municipality.
And when you return from one of these holidays, as long as I remember, I've said to the sea I met a woman who impressed me very much because it is a good woman .
You said just like that, remember? You said it was a good woman . And with that Women have begun a love story, made up of strokes and jams, peace and watched television together.
Then you have also met a lot of scope for some things that made you live far too much sexuality in 80 years. You have achieved at this age all the erotic fantasies you've always dreamed of.
What's life eh, Aldo? Who would have thought that we would be to break the wall that separates you from other human beings ...
Who would have thought you'd come to feel beautiful and desirable and like the soul of others?
Now you're happy, you're human, you're good about yourself and your relationships with others with the knowledge that you, without the old fears. Who knows what you
the future holds, who knows what other discoveries do before you get to death, the death that has always frightened and that we are now not so much by the most important ...

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the crazies are out

few years ago in my house I was looking at me that the electrician was repairing a socket. It was a simple person, and while fiddling with the wires, I nonchalantly said
"You know that I have been a few days in a psychiatric clinic to redo the wiring and I was all mad that I strolled around looking at work? And he knows that What have I learned? "What is in there just to sample , all others are outside." A concept
analogo lo aveva espresso Roberto Vecchioni molti anni fa in questa canzone:

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psychotherapy: The case of Anna

Cara Anna (ti chiamerò così),
la prima volta che sei entrata nel mio studio e hai cominciato a parlarmi raccontando storie che riuscivo a seguire solo a tratti, ho provato una grande attrazione per te. I tuoi mille discorsi seguivano trame personali e tu davi per scontato che io sapessi tutto di te e della tua vita. Io seguivo il fluire dei tuoi discorsi, il dipanarsi delle frasi che spesso passavano da un argomento a un altro e poi a un altro e a un altro ancora, seguendo un filo che solo tu forse conoscevi e avevi in mente. Ma la mia attenzione e il mio interesse per te non sono mai venuti meno e da questo ho capito che I would not have abandoned.

Thus, in just a few meetings that you have asked with evident desire, you told me your mother died in an accident at work when you did not even two years back in 1940, the wicked stepmother that has always opposed, the violent father, the loneliness in the college, marriage to a man slapping you saying that prostitutes were making love better than you, you've had problems with their children, one of whom died too and looks like a dad to want you well.

You insisted to come and see your house, you showed me the album with all photographs of the funeral of your mother, you told me of your life for two and a half hours in a row, without ever interrupting and if I had not said that I had to go, I'm sure you would have continued until midnight.

Why have you so many things to say, Anna, because there is no one who plays enough, because you're too small and bare alone in your apartment, as you have been too much alone for your whole life.

In truth, you're all alone. Because often at night from the TV in your bedroom out of the men who walk into your room and then disappear, or you hear voices and do not you know who they are. And sometimes you make the company even those who spy on you, no one knows why, and then there the question that you do for a lifetime and who has not yet been answered, but is it true that you were baptized in the name of the devil?

What can I do for you, Anna?

I can reassure you from your fears? Can make you spend some time in your life a little terrible 'more calm and relaxed?

I do not know for sure. For now I just want you to want me, you need that I have for you a "reference point", as you told me one day.

I can only tell you in all sincerity that I wish you well and that the first time I saw you you reminded me Merini Alda. Resembles the lot, both for age and for the physical appearance and, apart from the poetic capacity Alda, you have the same attitude his generous, honest, transparent and naive about life.

And you have this attitude to me is a mystery, after what life has brought you, I am surprised to see you so good.

Perhaps you came to me in this, Anna.

As I listened to your house, you had me visit with care, explaining the history of each of your furnishings simple, alternating moments where I let myself get into the flow of your stories with others in which, emerging out at the moment, I looked around and wondered what I was doing there at home.

Here, I will continue it with you, Anna: starò un po' dentro ai tuoi racconti e un po' fuori, sai, per non perdermi anch'io dentro alle tue storie e per permetterti di avere un punto di riferimento esterno, come hai chiesto tu.

Poi, credo che ci dovremo affidare tutti e due a qualcosa di ineffabile e misterioso, difficilmente razionalizzabile e sicuramente non contemplato nei manuali di psicoterapia o di psichiatria.

Cara Anna, mi è rimasta negli occhi l'immagine di te, in piedi davanti alla porta della tua casa, che mi saluti mentre accendo il motore della mia automobile e sto per andarmene. Attraverso il finestrino ti saluto un'ultima volta con la mano e leggo sulle tue labbra quella parola che mi rivolgi ripetutamente mentre mi sorridi, una word that still resonates within: thanks.

Thank you, Anna, for choosing me and for sharing with me your thoughts and your great humanity.

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fragmentation and totality

In our society it is increasingly difficult to know something in its entirety.

almost always come into contact with debris, with small pieces of processes and realities of which are unknown to the parties before and after. As if we looked at scattered points in the sequence of telenovelas always different, with the certainty of not understanding anything about any of them, as there is impossible to reconstruct all the stories.
So we stay there, glued in front of televisions, to consume all our energies to put the pieces together and try finding a way that makes sense.
I quote the first things that come to mind: Who governs
really the economy? Who moves the capital and the political conditions? Who is mafia and who corrupts? What will the future of the labor market? He still makes sense to the culture, or there will be only the culture? And good manners, and respect for others, and collaboration between individuals and the collective construction of the common good, they will disappear completely? And the solidarity?

The legal system is an obvious example of fragmentation: laws that attract other laws and decrees, which implies that abolishing a loro volte modificano a cascata altre normative, in una giungla dove trabocchetti applicativi e cattive interpretazioni sono all'ordine del giorno.

La medicina pure: quanti milioni di visite e esami si fanno su una singola parte del corpo malata trascurando di osservare le sue relazioni con tutto il resto del corpo e con la psiche?

E la scuola? In quante scuole gli insegnanti collaborano tra loro per offrire agli allievi un tipo di insegnamento che non sia frammentato e possa offrire delle visioni d'insieme dei vari argomenti studiati?

E il lavoro? In quanti hanno la possibilità di fare autonomamente qualcosa nella sua totalità, dall'inizio alla fine?
Se io vado dal corniciaio con un dipinto da incorniciare, glielo appoggio sul tavolo, lui lo guarda, riflette, poi cerca le cornici che a suo parere possono andare bene, le prende, me le mostra, mi aiuta a scegliere e alla fine prepara la cornice convenuta, la monta intorno al mio quadro e mi consegna soddisfatto il prodotto finito.

Allo stesso modo, se un paziente viene nel mio studio, io lo accolgo, lo ascolto, mi relaziono con lui, imparo a conoscerlo e se lavoriamo bene insieme, dopo un po', egli se ne va soddisfatto del lavoro che abbiamo fatto. E io, mentro lo saluto per l'ultima volta, posso guardare con soddisfazione il prodotto finale del mio lavoro che ho gestito dall'inizio alla fine.
Ma quanti lavoratori hanno questa fortuna?

E la frammentazione dei partiti and politicians?
And the fact that no one has objected strongly to the draft Italy Berlusconi to call his new party ?
But we have become so fragmented that we no longer see the important things? We do not see more than a symbolic level it is terrifying that one can give the name of all in their party, thus demonstrating the full availability and therefore the property?

In psychiatry, the fragmentation has always been a symptom of paranoid schizophrenia or split: why all these fragments I see around do not like.

A patient came to me that when he was sick with herself and said that others did not care nothing, now, who has recovered a good relationship with herself and is now well on its own, told me that feels the need to join with others, to do something with the others for the common good. It would appear that if
calasse really sick individual, if people were less fragmented, our society could rely on people more sensitive and understanding available to the community as a whole, and it might therefore be stronger and healthier.

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"Other unions that ... wages, people, wages!" - Aperally

The minimum wage "union" to a waiter, a salesman, and gender roles, and 285 pesos (that is, until today € 4.69) per day.
But it is not always granted. The guards, for example, that there are not only banks, but also in hotels, shopping centers, various shops, Mac Donalds ... work with 12-hour shifts, without a day off, for 160 pesos a day, less than 5,000 pesos (€ 82) per month, in practice only enough to buy rice and vegetables, and renting a dump extreme (a single room, but worse than My Dublin ...)
There's obviously people - of which I felt this time not to take pictures - sleeping on the streets, in cardboard boxes or directly on the ground (children and adults, even in daylight) that maybe has a stand of some kind, and which survives with 20-30 € per month.
Just to realize, I pay 1188 pesos (19.5 €) per day, here at the hotel.
Now, since I do not understand economics, I do not know exactly what they are due, not only the misery, but more specifically this very low level of wages: too many people + church + no condoms = 10 children? Endemic corruption that discourages foreign investment also?
Of course you notice that, probably as in other Third World countries, the middle class has very limited extension : a few wealthy owners, and a vast mass of poor.

How unfortunate consequence of all this - not so much real danger - but the fact that the foreigner is seen as a walking ATM machine , and that in practice constantly try to fuck on prices. Taxi drivers who claim that their meter is broken, goods, so if there is no label, you are asked to double or triple the value, etc ... Or not trying to trick us, but they try anyway saddled with something. Why Filipinos are very hospitable and open people, but then he always goes into the discourse deals refuse service that is evil, the latest family tragedy, and the idea that a western gift them the money (and therefore was entitled to pluck at least a little).
I understand the constant financial worries (and read newspapers suicides related to them). But all this, the long, tired.

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Mastro di chiavi

Ierisera I had dinner with my father, because I was afraid that coming home I found the guy of Jehovah's Witnesses gutting of inflatable dolls. After dinner, my father told me that tomorrow I leave for Vladivostok.
- How would it be?
- It had made me want to go to Vladivostok, so I did the visa, and tomorrow I am leaving.
- That's it?
- That's it.
- Do you go alone?
- I am going there with Maya.
- A Vladivostok?
- Just in Vladivostok.
- and how long is the flight?
- No flight, we go by train, the Trans-Siberian from Moscow. In Moscow, however, we go by plane.
- And when you come back?
- Well, I do not know, we did not make the return ticket.
- But back?
- Back, back. Here, I leave the house keys.
My father supported the bunch of keys on the table and he did it slip to me, with a noise like a guillotine. Lately all I leave their house keys, I thought. But I? Who can I leave my house keys, if all go away before me?
- What about me? - I asked then.
- What do you.
- To whom I leave my keys, I?
- Eh? But why?
- What do I? I should I do?
My father sighed.
- I heard the news of those guys who have penetrated into the data center the company you work for and have stolen the body of a woman who was in hibernation box - he said, laughing.
- Yes, Embee?
- You should do like them.
- Do what?
My father did whirl hands in the air.
- Make things. Act. Get up and do. Penetrate, steal. Throw, improvise. Jumping, screaming, running. You should do as those guys, and not just stand there with your shoes untied, and wonder who will leave your keys. Ma tu sei lontano mille anni luce da quella roba lì. Aiutami a sparecchiare, per piacere.
Non so perché ma c’avevo il magone a pensare che mio padre parte per Vladivostok con la Transiberiana. Poi però tornando a casa a piedi con in tasca le chiavi di casa sua che ballavano facendo un rumore di risata ho pensato che magari la Transiberiana passa vicino alla tundra, che magari vedrà un sacco di licheni, distese interminabili di licheni, e allora non ero più così triste. E poi finalmente adesso potrò usare liberamente la sua cassetta degli attrezzi. Non c'è niente di meglio al mondo di una cassetta degli attrezzi piena di attrezzi.

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Fanatismo religioso e minacce

Ieri sera sono tornato a casa dopo aver passato la giornata watching TV inside the mall, I hurt my neck and I wanted to have sex with Bathsheba, now that at last all were gone from my house. As I entered the house and turned on the light, I saw a guy sitting on the sofa pointing a gun at me. You can not ever rest easy.
- Are you a Jehovah's Witness? - I asked.
- Do I look like a Jehovah's Witness? - Has in turn asked the guy, he seemed offended.
- Yes I'm sorry, I do not believe in God and still believe that you are completely out of the way - I said.
- You're the road that you're out, you idiot. I am not a Jehovah's Witness.
- No mica nothing wrong - I said.
- I told you I'm not! - Shouted one.
- So what would we feel. Muslim?
- What the fuck makes you think that I'm here for religious reasons? What's wrong in your head? I'm here for your friend Hermes. So you know where it is, so do not waste any more time.
- Ah, you're the guy who delivers the Yellow Pages, then.
- Yellow Pages? What, me taking the piss?
- I do not know where he is Hermes. Seek in the Yellow Pages.
The man appeared confused. I got it.
- You do not realize, is not it? You have no idea. Now you tell me where is Hermes Dossi and end up here this grotesque affair.
- Hermes has gone two days ago without telling me. Wasting your breath - I said.
- Make the hard eh? We have a tough, here. Let's see if we now speak.
The guy got up from the couch. When he got up his knee has made croc. Continue to point the gun approached the tent, and from behind the curtain pulled Bathsheba. He had tied up like a sausage with the wire for hanging clothes. He supported the gun on the couch and pulled out a knife.
- If you do not speak your girlfriend ends in slices - the guy said.
I, I shrugged. Among other doing shrugs hurt my neck, I think I have some nerve crossed, because of all that TV to the mall.
- Very good - the guy he hissed. And so saying he planted the knife in the belly of Bathsheba, who began to deflate, making a fart noise. Me and the guy we did not bat an eyelid. The guy pulled a knife and broke it planted in the eye of Bathsheba. Then he began to chop it all, from top to bottom, repeating here what happens to your girlfriend because of you, did you see what you're doing to your girlfriend because of you, you're doing this to your girl, you deal , it's your fault! All your fault! At
end Bathsheba had all collapsed, with some pieces here and there on the floor. The guy was out of breath.
- Are you happy now? - He said, panting. I think he suffered from asthma.
- Of course you Jehovah's Witnesses do not stop at nothing - I said.
- Fuck Jehovah! And fuck you too! So we'll find it, get it? Your girlfriend has died for nothing, for nothing! - Shouted the man, grabbing his gun and opened the door and rushed down the stairs.
- There is an elevator! - I yelled at me, then I came back home. Luckily the guy did not realize Domenico, who was still on kitchen wall, otherwise it would have been able to crush. Damn Jehovah's Witnesses, the religion is truly dangerous when it becomes fanaticism.

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money: Sinulog Grand Parade mission impossible

I tried, in the morning, then surprised by water from fear, and in the afternoon, remaining stuck in the crowd and failing to reach the other side of the square and then walk towards the Sports Complex where they would kept dancing competition, fireworks end.
A million people had converged in Cebu yesterday for the grand finale of the Sinulog , And the city was impassable for large tracts, taxi and jeepney blocked foolish to think of moving.
So I finally I had to give up: too much rain, too much sweat, too appiccicume tropical ... And
Sinulog I saw on TV.
The fireworks but I've just lost, so busy with other fires in the privacy of my hotel room.

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art and psychology

It 's a bit of time that the subject art is to tease me while I am working on my lavoro.
Sabato pomeriggio ho partecipato al solito incontro mensile con gli amici-colleghi psicologi e uno di noi se ne è uscito con questa domanda:"Ma c'è differenza tra i disegni fatti dai matti e le opere degli artisti moderni quotati e apprezzati?" Ovvio che ne sia uscito un dibattito interessante.

Noi alla fine, pur ammettendo una certa ignoranza in materia, abbiamo concluso trovandoci più o meno d'accordo sul fatto che nell'arte moderna non esiste più, in linea di massima, quella tonalità affettiva che c'era una volta nelle opere d'arte, quel senso di armonia e totalità, quel sentimento, quel calore espressivo, cui si legava il senso del bello.
Si trova invece quasi sempre represented the detail, the fragment or the serial very often coldly, a lack of warmth and affection that reminds personality disorders and relationship difficulties that underlie the development of increasingly widespread and serious psychopathology.

One of us insisted on a very simple concept: modern art is generally bad.

seems to me that each artist expresses his unconscious work of art, that the psychic content which has in itself and in the press.
Perhaps there were once expressive and representative of the fees, codes or artistic movements which artists are uniform, while today everyone does what is to according to its sensitivity (or pathology) in the inner and modern art is a mirror of our increasingly individualistic society where the common dimensions, rules, codes of collective behavior, have less and less relevant.

seeing some modern art, I really struggled to find a lowest common denominator that can define and collect works of art traditional concepts seconds. Perhaps instead
modern art should definitely let me know that something has really changed in the very definition of society and individual, far more than I was determined not to see.
Perhaps our society is very abstract, informale, concettuale, è un insieme di installazioni ciascuna con un'identità e un senso puramente individuale.
Ma sono valutazioni che esprimo con molta cautela, ammettendo una notevole ignoranza della materia, felice di essere contraddetto o anche smentito.

Vorrei chiudere il post citando una poesia di Alda Merini, una donna che di arte e follìa se ne intendeva molto:

Beati coloro che hanno

due fedi al dito

una quella degli sponsali

and the other is art.

Blessed are those who have embraced

always beyond lip

crossing groans

the border of pleasure

to feed dreams.

PS: The two works that appear on the computer has made at different times and my son has named respectively cool and are the Pupu ' .

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Flash 3: rainy season

has heavy roar for 45 minutes, and suddenly it seems to be in Venice ...

Another reason why it says: Only in the Philippines!

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wisdom?

The best way to fight evil is to do good.
The King

To do so is essential to know what is good or at least try to guess.
And only we can know what the behavior or the right attitude in a situation that creates the good.
We listen carefully to the opinions of others, but ultimately we have to be to choose, to decide one way or another. We must assume this responsibility.
And we can only do this if we give value, if we think that what we believe and feel in some time is the best we can do and we are satisfied. And
Whether in the future will seem not quite right or wrong what we did, because in future we'll still be different.
is not correct to judge what we have been in the past with hindsight.
Why else would our life is condemned to perpetual immobility, which is closer to death than to life, because life is not and can never be perfect, neither we nor those of others.
We can only sincerely and honestly the best we can and continue to strive to increase our energy and our awareness, learning from mistakes that might commit.

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Ero una moltitudine

Armenia has not yet returned from the mountain and not responding to my sms. I could call but I would put in a position of weakness, and I hate being weak. Also I no longer have the phone bills and bank account almost in red, and I hate being poor. To be poor and weak, then sends me on a rampage. I went to Bilal
Fefeni to scrounge a kebizza yesterday. In addition to his club he was me, three Bangladeshis, a Pakistani and flies. I felt the stranger, the Stranger was Jimmy in the middle of a room in the Asian edge of the end of the world. The flies but I do not feel strange. The flies I guess I always feel at home, give it a go and the glass surface against which crashed repeatedly and they will be the happier of the insect world.
- I can not believe you fired from RapidoPizza, Bandini - Bilal said.
- But believe us. That's it.
- You always complained about that place, you've always said, 'I leave this shitty job,' but I do not think you do. You only able to spit in the pot where they eat, so I thought.
Bilal is wrong, I was never interested in biting the hand where I eat, I always like biting the hand of others, here is what I miss most of the pizza delivery, the spit inside ourselves. But this is taking me for me. I was there I ate the kebizza, chased away the flies, I thumbed through an old copy of Home Appliance and thought when I opened my local, the InsalatoGelateria Jimmy Bandini Francinella aka "The Stranger". Why should not it work? The ice cream is good. The salad is good. It is good. But nobody in the world has put together these two ingredients. Jimmy Bandini is the right person to do so. Why should not it work? I opened InsalatoGelaterie worldwide: New York, Paris, Tokyo, Chieti. Hundreds of children around the world have delivered to my home insalategelato. O insalatogelati. Insalatigelato. However the fuck you were called. People would read my name on the cartons of my insalategelaticomecazzosichiameranno, and he exclaimed: Look, Jimmy Bandini, but it was not the guy who once gave me a pizza and I gave him even half a euro tip? However, it has come a long way, that Bandini. Here's what people would say.
I sent an sms to Armenia: "Do you like ice cream? Do you like salad? Do you like me? In what order?" I watched the flies
crashing against the window of the shop, I liked their tenacity, I like them. Out on the road, the wind turned round. I liked the wind, I was like him. I like a lot of things, I was a moltitudine.
– Ti piace mia kebizza, Straniero? – mi ha chiesto Bilal.
Ho fatto pollice in su.
Su di me avrebbero fatto un film.
La storia di uno che nella vita lotta per diventare qualcuno.
Non vedevo l'ora di vedere come finisce il film.

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Solo acqua passata

Alla Clebbino è successo un casino dopo che è venuta fuori la storia della sottrazione di un cassibernato dal data center ad opera di ignoti. Gli ignoti siamo naturalmente io ed Ermete, ma probabilmente non resteremo ignoti a lungo, a quanto pare le forze di sicurezza e le forze dell’ordine e chissà chi altro stanno visionando più volte i filmati delle telecamere a circuito chiuso per identificare i due criminali. I due criminali in fact seem to have done it openly, "says Creative n.4 as we paused in front of the vending machine for hot drinks.
- In what sense they seem? - I ask myself. - Not that it interests me, eh - I add, feigning indifference to avoid arousing suspicion.
- In the sense that they probably used very realistic masks, latex masks, like. What idiot would do such a thing otherwise it openly?
- But in fact, should be total idiots - I agree.
- I know who I was - says Creative n.2 reaching, with an air of conspiracy.
- Oh yeah? Who? - Calls for Creative n.4. I pretend to read the label extinguisher, to avoid arousing suspicion.
- Creative n.1 - n.2 creative answers.
- Even with this, just now! Creative n.1. is dead, instead get a reason.
- So what? - Raised defiantly n.2.
- But stop it. And if it was, the other of the two who would it be?
- As far as I know, it could be you - said to number 4 n.2.
- And what do you think no.5? - Asks me n.4.
- I? How? Sorry, there I was listening I was reading the label of the extinguisher. Oh, that will expire in a month, read here.
After work I went home, helicopters flew over the city non-stop for days is that it is. At home I found Cynthia Pontes Hermes and sitting on the couch in silence.
- What's going on - I asked.
- I need to talk - he said Hermes. We went to the bathroom. Hermes sat on the toilet and told me to sit down too. I sat on the bidet, in front of him.
- Well? - I said.
- Listen Bandini. Being here has become too dangerous. This morning the doorbell rang, it was a guy who claimed to having to deliver the Yellow Pages, you realize? I did the voice of a child of three years and said that Mom was not there and I could not open. According to me again tomorrow, and will not sound the bell, enter by force. I have found.
- But you say. Maybe the guy was really the Yellow Pages. You are paranoid.
- Do you mean that there are still the Yellow Pages?
- There is still a lot of stuff, Hermes.
- However, we can not run these risks. Tonight I'm giving birth, back in the Zone dehumanized, it is safer.
- You said we'd be back when the dust settled. The waters have not subsided at all, indeed.
- Fuck waters. I'll be back in the Zone dehumanized.
- And as we do with Cynthia Pontes.
- Cynthia Pontes, come with me.
the end it turned out that Hermes and Cynthia have made insieme, a mia insaputa. Ermete qualche giorno fa le ha rivelato che siamo nel 2011 invece che nel 2022, lei sul momento ha avuto una crisi isterica, poi lo ha aggredito, lui l’ha schiaffeggiata per calmarla, poi l’ha abbracciata, poi insomma alla fine sono finiti a letto. Nel mio letto, naturalmente. E adesso lei andrà con lui nella Zona Deumanizzata.
– Mi dispiace – ha detto Ermete. Io non ho detto niente, solo ho tirato lo sciacquone, come per dire: è acqua passata, e comunque che mi frega a me. Ho guardato le piastrelle del bagno, i licheni che iniziavano a formarsi lungo le fughe tra le mattonelle. Ermete è uscito dal bagno, dopo un secondo è entrata Cinzia Pontesi.
– È occupato - I said, still sitting on the bidet.
- Bandini I'm sorry a lot. Imagine how you would feel after what there was between us the other night. Maybe you had some idea that maybe I was already imagining a future together, I understand. I wanted to tell you that's not your fault, I was very comfortable with you, even if you were a bit 'rough but short. Instead Hermes is just sweet, sweet is Hermes. You are so different but also equal in the end, it's weird. You're like two peas different word boh. However I feel I love Hermes. I hope you will forgive me and there you will find in the area dehumanized, sooner or later.
I was going to tell her that he was completely stupid, that was always in bed and only with Hermes, but instead I said:
- You go home and get some 'stuff, before settling in the area dehumanized. Now you reissue the command keys.
After dinner we watched a bit 'of snow on TV and then Hermes and Cynthia have left and I stayed to watch the snow alone, and I must say that it was much less fun. It already has its effect snow that is not all that fun. So.

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Becoming alone is beautiful, is rewarding, it makes you feel real good.
But what is more beautiful than to share ideas, thoughts, moods or feelings with other people?
What's more beautiful to feel less alone to think about something, to feel a certain feeling, to get excited about a project?

And what about when you meet a person who has a vision of life, a Weltanschauung (which playfully fun to use that word so often used in intellectual and too staid) similar to ours?

How nice to discover that another human being, born and lived in conditions that differ from ours, maybe hundreds of miles away from us, has reached a way of seeing things, a scale of values, a perception of reality and human relationships with others and above all a feeling similar to ours?

When this happens, I feel a kind of orgasm in the heart ...

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Flash 2: trouble

Early days, including jet lag and disappointment, went a little lost. Memories but too many deja vu, especially the negative aspects.
Cons: crazy traffic, no rules so that a comparison seems to Naples, Switzerland, zig zag drive taxis and jeepneys.
Damp heat: January and February are the rainy season, seldom rises above 30, but since it is wet it feels like 37. Always ride with towel around your neck, give me a splash of Off a day to ward off the not-too-present mosquitoes, bad luck if you want to pass the bills that Dengue . In any case, you can still keep the air conditioning almost ambient temperature, in avoid those sudden changes that last time I left a gland neck swollen like a walnut, for months.
ugly and dirty children begging in Fuente Osmena : yes, yes, at the beginning are the usual infinite punishment, right after you realize that if you give them two mites you all jump on him like locusts, and then you tell discover that there is a business behind them that leads them in the morning and picks them up at night, or who are parents themselves to send them to beg for alms, then drink or gamble, or the children themselves use them to bet with each them or to buy glue to sniff. Ergo: if you think you do good by giving them spare change you're a fool. Rebuttal: I to eat at KFC, knocking the glass making the gesture to be hungry, buy a bit of rice, I go out and give it to him: I am not happy at all ... It seems that there is a kind of social service that picks them up every now and take them somewhere, but the next day I'm back there ... However, too much the same in 3 years ago (in negative). Even
vendors fake Viagra and Cialis that haunt you in the same area, give quite annoying: I'm still young cock!
Like the girls that you are offered or will be offered in the area of \u200b\u200b Mango Avenue, where they are almost all Bikini Bar. Let me walk in peace, and then ... I have to get used to make the wire to the girls: they are fuori allenamento da anni!
Infine, Internet, la cui affidabilità è pari a quella di Berlusconi in mezzo a un branco di minorenni.

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Flash 1: Philippines - Ireland 1-0

Inauguro questa serie di post sotto forma di notizie flash, perché se scrivo troppo, vivo poco, ed ora è il momento di vivere... sarò quindi profondamente breve .

Vacanza è anche tempo di prendersi cura dei propri acciacchi: quindi stamani visita da allergologa - immunologa di uno dei 4 ottimi ospedali di Cebu (ovviamente privati) - anche se forse i migliori medici scappano all'estero.
Complice il jet lag, gli orari classici del mio prurito si sono alterati, il mio corpo non ci ha capito più a saw, and yesterday I found some annoying and a wheal too dermatografismo .
but lovely elderly lady, which of course I'm half in love:)
hour of consultation, with all my medical history of allergies and hives, including drugs that I took and I am taking.
excellent results: the line of people waiting, waiting their turn, when I left, but not hate me: lots of smiles.
Prescription alternative to antihistamine cetirizine, which now take a double dose of time and not always keep the symptoms at bay.
Prescription leukotriene, which has long wanted to try, in conjunction all'antistaminico. Visit
500 pesos + 1800 for medication (8.69 + 31.28). Source: www.xe.com/ucc/
in Ireland: € 50 just to show you by a general practitioner who does not understand us shit, 170 for a visit to the specialist cool that I had made an estimate of 800 for all other The new tests + + visit to the dietician fuck without going through the street.
Maybe one day I'll find out to be intolerant to some unknown component in this sounasega thing, but in Ireland ate the same crap for months and the symptoms come and go as they please.
Ergo: just with expensive test to grass pollen allergy are very young, just about anything else ... has never been tried.
later updated with the change in therapy.

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Failed ...

It took less than 10 minutes to realize - as already present, while hoping for the opposite - that the "wife" is not your thing, and feeling bad report unthinkable, unnecessary to go into detail. Now he explains why at 40 years is still single ... Philippines! LOL

And it took a day to greet Bob the American, who is now CEO of a nice restaurant all'Ayala Mall, and Eve, the ex, so that special person. Basically an extension of Christmas greetings to 10,000 km.

many memories ... but now I might as well go back to Pisa.
Or, after I licked the wounds, to start the holiday.