This Sicily is a fought-over island, played like a geopolitical card by Rome, the real mafia capital, and its strategic relation with the AmeriKan friend. In the crucial s one of the very few intellectuals who lucidly understood, that the essence of the Sicilian question is the problem of the unresolved self-determination of a people, was an already famous young scholar, who was among others a professor of History of International Relations and Treaties at Catania University.
He was a cultured and very methodical years old polyglot: Antonio Canepa. He was assassinated in an ambush in Randazzo. It was the 17th of June His corpse was concealed under State Secret for a decade. To this day his memory is object of taints and miss-information. If anything, it clashed with organised crime. In one of those clashes the young Francesco Ilardi died. Ilardi was later buried at the Sanctuary of Catania, together with the Comandante and their comrades. The EVIS was predominantly formed by young students, artisans and farmers. In the chaos that arised during the post-war period in Sicily, the massacre of Randazzo on 17 June was the most cynical and politically criminal act — and the most concealed.
They were Sicilian partisans who had chosen to continue the battle for the liberation of the Sicilian people and its working class. Borghese was on of the covert protagonists of Portella della Ginestra massacre, perpetrated against Sicilian civilians during May Day celebrations in in the town of Piana degli Albanesi. A load of bullshit, reiterated for the last 70 years! A hypocritical and coarse way to taint their Memory. It marks the end of a Regime, but, as we shall see, it was not what the sicilian partisans around Comandante Canepa had fought for.
It should also be noted, that the post-war state apparatus — in Sicily more than anywhere else — remained manned by the same individuals who had been part of the fascist regime. As for the myth of the separatist bandit, it is nothing but a well constructed mediatic invention of the AmeriKan secret services.
They remained excluded from the Amnesty that was given by the CLN government even to some of most known fascist criminals. On the occasion of the 70th Anniversary of the anti-sicilian massacre in Portella della Ginestra! And the R evolution of Sicily will not be a political picnic, nor a gala dinner. The elimination of Canepa was certainly due to his radical political and cultural choices, but also due the fame that eventually would have protected him in the first decades of the First Republic. In July the first phase of Operation Husky was an utter disaster.
But it became the most gigantic air-naval operation in the history of military until then. A new era began: the one that sees Humans taking the Skies and chasing away the Gods. And the partisan Resistance — directed by an elusive professor — has carried out a series of actions that were anything else than just symbolic. We had to take our ships 12, miles around the Cape of Good Hope.
Irrespective of that, Sicily is in a cyclical Revolt for its sacrosanct Independence. Sicily is an exploited Colony, oppressed and repressed in all its attempts of economic and civil emancipation. Its social ascension is managed by the submissive function towards ROMafia, the corrupted Italian capital. Everything from careers to privileges for a restricted tri-coloured bourgeoisie, to the systematic repression towards the population by means of compulsory military service and mass-emigration, that function as regulators for the social metabolism.
By its own admission, the Regime never gained the consent of the Sicilians. The future belongs to those who manage to raise a critical and solidary look on the things of life and on the world. That world to which comrade Canepa looked at with extraordinary scientific ability, living his Life like a battle, and his Death like an adventure. TerraeLiberAzione marzo-aprile. Da alcuni mesi, gli abitanti e le istituzioni di quel territorio si battono per impedire la costruzione di una discarica in contrada Armicci, nei pressi della riserva naturale del lago di Lentini.
Categorie Uncategorized. Vanzetti was a dreamin' man, His book was always in his hands.
Sacco earned his bread and butter Bein' the factory's best shoe cutter. Vanzetti spoke both day and night, Told the workers how to fight. I'll tell you if you ask me 'Bout this payroll robbery. Two clerks was killed by the shoe fact'ry, On the streets in South Braintree. Judge Thayer told his friends around That he had cut the radicals down. I'll tell you the prosecutor's name, Katzman, Adams, Williams, Kane.
The Judge and lawyers strutted down, They done more tricks than circus clowns. Vanzetti docked in nineteen eight; Slept along the dirty street, Told the workers "Organize," And on the 'lectric chair he dies. All you people ought to be like me, And work like Sacco and Vanzetti, And everyday find ways to fight On the union side for the workers' rights. Well, I ain't got time to tell this tale, The dicks and bulls are on my trail.
But I'll remember these two good men That died to show me how to live. All you people in Suassos Lane, Sing this song and sing it plain. All you folks that's comin' along, Jump in with me and sing this song. Language: Italian. Sacco lavorava facendo scarpe; Vanzetti faceva il venditore ambulante, spingeva a mano il suo barroccio di pesce. La moglie di Sacco aveva tre figli; Sacco era un padre di famiglia. Vanzetti era un sognatore sempre con un libro in mano.
Sacco si guadagnava il pane come miglior calzolaio della fabbrica. Queste donne, malate sia mentalmente che nel fisico, devono cercare di arrangiarsi al meglio in un ambiente sporco e male illuminato. Il documentario presenta alcune di queste donne mentre suonano della musica e ricamano. Sono annoiate e si sentono isolate. Una donna ha la lebbra e mangia coi piedi. Tesse vestiti e dipinge quadri. Queste donne dimenticate vivono in un edificio in avanzato stato di decadenza.
Una giovane ragazza, molto sensibile ma comunque sporca, cerca di sbarcare il lunario in un mondo dove le eccezioni sono la regola. Can you tell something about you? I am a 24 year-old freelance journalist from Germany. I have been to over fifty countries so far and cant get enough of new ideas and perspectives. My work is published by various news agencies and magazines but I am also blogging since on my blog www. Why did you go there, and how was Iran in those days?
Yes I went to Iran last year. I wanted to go there for a very long time because I am very interested in middle eastern culture, history and of course politics. It was an amazing trip and probably one of the best travels in my life! Iran has so many great things the world does not know about!
Despite the harsh political struggles you can find breath taking landscapes, architecture from ancient times, delicious food and most important of all: open minded and warmhearted people. It was the 30th anniversary of the closure of the American embassy and there have been several demonstrations throughout the city of Teheran. I wanted to avoid these protests because all journalists were banned from the streets and I read enough from other journalists how hard it is to deal with the strict police forces.
My plan was to meet a good friend of mine in a cafe but the Taxi driver was to confused and drove directly through the protests. We were driving for about 20mins and I felt quite safe in the car so I had the urge to take some snapshots of the protests. Just a few pictures later the Iranian secret service called Basij threw me out of the taxi, blindfolded me, took me into another truck and drove me outside of Teheran to a small prison cell. I could barely speak persian and they couldnt speak much english so I couldnt get any information about whats going on. Potresti dirci qualcosa su di te?
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Ho 24 anni, sono tedesco e lavoro come giornalista freelance. Studio e lavoro a Bangkok in Tailandia da tre anni ma sono anche un appassionato viaggiatore. Era da tanto che ci volevo andare a causa del mio interesse per la cultura, storia e ovviamente la politica del medio oriente. Ci potresti descrivere il momento in cui la tua macchina fu attaccata da un gruppo di persone e poi tu fosti arrestato dai servizi segreti iraniani? Era da venti minuti che viaggiavamo e io mi sentivo abbastanza sicuro in macchina quindi ho sentito il bisogno di fare delle foto della manifestazione.
Dopo solo un paio di foto i servizi segreti iraniani Basij mi buttarono fuori dal taxi, imbavagliandomi mi misero in un furgone e mi portarono fuori Teheran e mi chiusero in una piccola cella.
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I know you took some photos there with your i-phone, is it correct? The first one was a single cell and it was not a really a prison, more a normal house turned into a prison. The second one was a public prison. When I arrived at the first one I had to undress and I really had the feeling that it would be the last thing I would do in my life. There have been blood splatter on some walls, it was about 10 degrees, I was freezing, I was alone and I knew that there are foreigners and journalists disappearing frequently.
They took everything I had with me passport, camera, notes, money, phone. Later on the gave me back some of my cloth and they asked for all the things in my bag. I told them that my iphone was just a mp3 player and they gave it back to me. When I was back in the cell I tried to make a call to my embassy but it was not possible. I took some pictures but there has been a guard in my cell frequently and lots of people where entering to ask me questions. Like Afganisthan? The interrogation lasted all night, especially about the notes and numbers in my notebook. After that I was blindfolded again and they drove me to a normal police station.
I was free to go, but they took my camera and my passport. It took me about two weeks to deal with the Iranian juristic system to get back my cam and my passport. My embassy told me to leave the country immediately to avoid any further conflicts with the Basij or other governmental security groups but I planned this trip for month and I didnt want to leave after this incident. Sono stato in due prigioni. La seconda era una prigione pubblica.
Presero tutto quello che avevo con me passaporto, macchina fotografica, i miei quaderni, soldi, telefono. Dopo mi hanno restituito qualche vestito e mi hanno fatto domande sul contenuto della mia borsa. Gli ho detto che il mio i-phone era giusto un lettore MP3 e me lo hanno restituito. Ero libero di andarmene ma mi confiscarono il passaporto e la macchina fotografica.
La mia ambasciata mi ha detto di lasciare il paese immediatamente per evitare qualsiasi altro conflitto con i Basij o altri gruppi di sicurezza del governo, ma io avevo pianificato questo viaggio da molti mesi e non avevo intenzione andarmene dopo questo incidente. Sono rimasto in Iran per altre due settimane e poi ho attraversato il confine per il Pakistan. Sometimes its a bit difficult but overall the middle east is an incredible place to travel.
Khok Wua, 10 April, then 17 may Ding Daeng, and 19 may Rajaprasong: what did you remember these days? It was Thailands most horrible crisis in decades. Many protesters and journalists lost their life on these dates. I was to naive that nothing would happen on the 10th of April. Thais are usually very peaceful and avoid any kind of conflicts. I was proven wrong when I was in the middle of the first break out of violence. Luckily I was only shot in the arm but just a few weeks later I was confronted with injured and dead people around me.
In some situations I was trapped, confused and frightened. Some parts of Bangkok turned into a battlefield over night and it was a surreal atmosphere which is still in my mind. Basically I like everything that is informing and adjusting justice in the right way. Sometimes its complicated and challenging but I like that. It maybe seems different but I was really aware of dangerous situations. After the Bangkok clashes I had an hostile environment training for journalists.
Molti manifestanti e giornalisti persero la vita in quei giorni. Io ero talmente naive che non mi successe niente il 10 aprile. I tai normalmente sono molto pacifici e evitano qualsiasi tipo di conflitto. Ma fui contraddetto quando mi trovai in mezzo alla primo scoppio di violenza. Fortunatamente mi hanno sparato solo colpendomi al braccio ma solo alcuni giorni dopo ero circondato da gente ferita e da morti.
In alcune situazioni mi trovavo intrappolato, confuso e spaventato. Non sembra ma io ero molto consapevole delle situazioni di pericolo. Dopo gli scontri a Bangkok ho fatto un training per giornalisti in situazioni ostili. There are various of side projects but I am looking forward to report more about Burma and its struggle for democracy. I dont want to stay in South East Asia my whole life but right now it is a very interesting place to be. What do you think about the web journalism like yours? Can it be the new way to report news around the world, or we need to keep on watching the big media newsgroup?
Journalism is changing very fast nowadays and I think that web journalism is already the most important source of information for the average people around the world. The huge media agencies trying to adjust and offering more user generated content, you tube interaction and updates via rss and twitter.
I think journalism is not dependent on big or small companies - it is important how news are presented and how detailed the research was made. Most of the people I know are avoiding CNN and other big channels because the information are just to shallow or non neutral. They have in depth stories and trying to get different perspectives on stories. Cerco di finire i miei studi ma tutto riguarda la mia passione nel raccontare storie e affascinare la gente con cose che non sanno, che non hanno visto o mai sentito prima.
Le grandi agenzie di media si stanno adattando per offrire contenuti che siano generati dagli utenti, come con interazioni You Tube e aggiornamenti via RSS e Twitter. Hanno storie approfondite e cercano di acquisire prospettive diverse. Chilean Memories Chilean Memories, Handle with care. Saturday, February 27th, A. The earth began to tremble, the tremble grew into a shake, the shake into a roar and suddenly people shot up like rockets from their sleep.
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In an instant, everyone knew what was happening. It had happened before, perhaps not in their own lifetimes, but they had most certainly heard the stories of their fathers, neighbors, older brothers and older sisters. Perhaps they had vague memories from their childhoods. But every single person, as the ground began to creak and sway and rattle, knew what was happening in the darkness of a Chilean summer.
There were the young people in the streets and in the bars, partying away the last hours of the last weekend of the summer. There were young children asleep between their parents in double beds. Chileans of all generations had always lived with the knowledge of past natural disasters as well as the inevitable notion that another quake, a greater quake, was coming. No one could have predicted when or where. But even with the 8. But even more importantly, no one could have predicted what would follow in the days, weeks and even months to come. Across social classes, belief systems and ways of life, the earthquake swept; transversal and indiscriminate.
The Chilean people, on individual as well as collective levels, began to feel a sinking sense of smallness. The Chilean people were forced to recognize their ultimate lack of power, forced to leave pride aside in order to understand the magnitude of what had happened and start over from square one. As a phoenix rises from the ashes, Chile, small but potent with dedication, began to reform its image of itself, an image without lines dividing rich from poor. In rebuilding the sense of home that they once projected in sections, Chile started to realize the importance of an undivided house.
The country integrated once again the necessary nature of community and in doing so, endeavored to actualize an old Chilean adage: One hand washes the other and together, they wash the face. The earthquake had left the Chilean face wounded, covered in ashes and rubble. However, wounds can heal, ash can be removed and rubble can be cleared away.
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Since the quake hit Chile and left it staggering, various events have swept over the nation, leaving it swaying to and fro in a progressively more pluralistic spectrum among myriad subjective notions of positive and negative change. Memorie cilene, maneggiare con cura.
Sabato 27 febbraio , 3. In un attimo, tutti capirono cosa stava succedendo. Nessuno avrebbe potuto prevedere quando o dove. Anche con un terremoto di magnitudo 8. Il terremoto aveva lasciato il volto del Cile ferito e coperto di cenere e macerie. Per il popolo cileno questo cambio della guardia ha segnato una pietra miliare non solo politica, ma anche ideologica. In swinging to the political right, Chilean society did one of two things. According to Chilean conservatives, Chile held its history up to the light and decided that the conservative Chile of the past would not be the conservative Chile of the future.
The new right wing favored change, they said, new breath, they said. It was an unforgettable historical moment of collective audacity projected towards the betterment of a nation. It was a quake that struck down into and split through layers of national soil to the very foundations of a Chile they could not, would not, refused to accept. An ecstatic uproar flooded through the nation from 11 June until 11 July.
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Plasma screen televisions in electronics shops up and down the main drags were aimed out into the streets and people crowded in masses on the sidewalks, impeding pedestrian traffic and leaking out into the streets themselves. Chileans gathered in houses and on patios, around grills and slabs of meat and bottles of Escudo and Cristal. Faces were painted with the Chilean flag during each game and the streets erupted with beeping horns as Chile advanced through the ranks.
Again, the earthquake that had shaken Chile just a few short months earlier faded into the background on the main stage of current events. A new leading lady had wandered into the spotlight carrying Chilean attentions along with her. She too took her bows as Chile lost to Brazil in early July and made way for the next protagonisthis time another national disaster that would yank the hearts of Chileans nation-wide into their throats with anguished suspense.
As the days started to add up and the miners remained missing, many Chileans slowly began to give up hope that the workers were alive. There were no signs of them above ground or under it and even members of the Chilean mining council dropped opinions hinting that the miners were as good as dead. Cile conservatore del passato non sarebbe stato il Cile conservatore del futuro. Il nuovo partito di destra sostiene il cambiamento, aria fresca, hanno detto. Televisori al plasma nei negozi di elettronica sulle vie principali furono rivolti verso la strada e la gente si accalcava lungo i marciapiedi, ostacolando il passaggio dei pedoni e invadendo le stesse strade.
I cileni si radunarono nelle case e nei patii, intorno a grigliate di carne e bottiglie di Escudo e Cristal. I visi furono dipinti con i colori della bandiera cilena a ogni partita e le strade esplodevano al suono dei clacson mentre il Cile risaliva le classifiche. Mentre i giorni passavano e i minatori rimanevano dispersi, molti cileni cominciarono lentamente ad abbandonare la speranza che i lavoratori fossero vivi. Tuttavia il 22 di agosto ancora una volta il Cile esplose in una commozione di massa. Tutti i 33 minatori erano vivi.
All 33 miners were found alive. For the first 17 days, until August 22nd, they were in total darkness and for the first 5 days, they could barely breathe due to the dust. They survived on a meager emergency food supply during that time as well and managed to care for themselves in complete and utter darkness.
They felt their national pride falter as the Chilean searched desperately- yet fruitlessly- for the lost miners and, later, felt that same pride swell as the miners emerged from the earth to join the land of the living once again. Nine months have passed since the earthquake. All these things barreled onto the stage of current events and before the nation knew it, the earthquake existed as a vague whisper, a previous main-stage production that was lost in the history of main-stage productions. Rather, the earthquake of February exists as one more example of the fragility of memory, the transience of a moment, especially within our globalized society.
In an age in which information makes complete orbits around the world in moments, memories are forced back onto the shelves of the past before their natural time. We are flooded with new potential memories as soon as the memories of the past hour, day, week have settled into the shallow backwater of recent history. Memories have always been fragile things but in our age in which times change at the speed of a mouse click, memories age decades at the moment of inception.
As the earth began to tremble last February, a memory of that earthquake was born in the minds of the Chilean people. And one month later, as the nation was passed from one political leader to another, that memory began to fade. With each moment that claims importance, a certain quantity of importance is taken from the last noteworthy moment.
The towers of memories are shaved down until they merely peak over the edge of time. Dust blows in their faces and before long, we only remember to remember them in occasional moments, moments that pass before we can blink and welcome the next moment that will change our lives, and then be gone. Sono passati nove mesi dal terremoto.
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Pur avendo attraversato una catastrofe di di tale grandezza e importanza nazionale, altri eventi nella storia recente del Cile hanno strappato il terremoto alla luce dei riflettori. Il cambio della guardia con un partito conservatore, la partecipazione del Cile alla Coppa del Mondo, la scomparsa, il ritrovamento e il salvataggio dei minatori nella miniera di San Jose. In un epoca in cui le informazioni fanno il giro del mondo in pochi secondi, i ricordi vengono respinti negli scaffali del passato prima del loro tempo naturale. E il mese dopo, mentre la nazione passava da un leader politico a un altro, quel ricordo cominciava a sbiadire.
I was scouted in washington DC. Paris is definitely different than Richmond, I never would have seen myself being in a place like this. How is it skating around Paris? Have you become a part of the scene, or found any cool skate spots? I like skating in paris, there are many places to skate if you meet the right people, I made friends and we skate many spots such as palais tokyo, bercy, or when it snows la defence. How have you adapted to the Parisian way of life, and what have you learned from this experience?
I learned a little bit of french to get by, and that helped me interact with people. Being a parent makes me want to do better because I dont just have me to think about anymore, I have to think about me and my child. To me, fashion is an art. People can express themselves. Mi hanno scoperto a Washington DC. Non mi sarei mai immaginato di stare in un posto del genere. Mi piace fare skating a Parigi, ci sono molti posti per farlo se conosci la gente giusta.
Mi sono fatto degli amici e usiamo i nostri longboard in vari posti come Palais Tokyo, Bercy o, quando nevica, La Defence. Come ti sei adattato allo stile di vita parigino e cosa hai imparato da questa esperienza? River Viiperi Hey River, can you tell something about you? I could tell you alot of things about me I ask it because it's quite difficult to follow you around the world! Well i guess when u start doing it Do you like to share your lifethings with the others, or you started your blog just to share your toughts with your friends?
Why never back down? Do you have a lot of people that you don't know that ask you your friendship? Ciao River, cosa ci racconti di te? Potrei dirvi tante cose su di me, ma non credo che voi abbiate abbastanza spazio nel vostro magazine per tutte le cose che avrei da dire! Credo di averlo intuito appena ho iniziato a farlo. Quando ho fatto la prima sessione di fotografie, mi sono reso conto che era una cosa che mi piaceva e che dovevo provare a farne ancora e come puoi vedere ora, lo sto ancora facendo!
Ti piace condividere la tua vita con gli altri oppure hai iniziato il blog per condividere i tuoi pensieri solo con i tuoi amici? Siamo persone normali e facciamo delle cose normali come tanti altri. Ho aperto il mio blog pensando che nessuno lo avrebbe letto e ho iniziato a pubblicare delle cose non soltanto per I miei amici, ma per tutti. Hai molte persone che ti chiedono di diventare amici senza che tu le conosca? Se vogliono farmi delle domande sono contento di rispondere, ma solo su quel profilo.
Uso invece il mio profilo personale solo per i miei amici. Ho anche scoperto che in giro ci sono dei finti profili, spero solo che non facciano delle scemate! Photographer Tigre Escobar www. Palmdale postcards, then Glendale; even on a trailer left in the middle of nowhere the sun was shining bored, but without a pause. Big Duke could watch all these things while walking in his proud manly bearing, notwithstanding his youth. Duke was only a nickname. Such a mess with the names. Not before that Raoul Walsh, after few try, turned it into John Wayne.