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12 years of Kosovar

in twenty-seven pages, the nominee of the Council of Europe, Dick Marty, returns a merciless portrait of the last twelve years of history of Kosovo, describes a system in a ruthless criminal who, in fact, lies at the base of the system Kosovo politicians; mercilessly gives the names, one by one, the actors who play the farce of political-criminal Pristina, starting from the base to get up, up until the summit, the head of the serpent, Hashim Thaci.

Everything revolves around the former KLA commander political - the Kosovo Liberation Army - and the hard core of his "Drenica Group, a paramilitary squad initially engaged in the war against the forces Serbian gradually turned into a business partnership-crime of gigantic proportions. The Group of Drenica and Hashim Thaci, Dick Marty goes back to drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, prostitution, trafficking in human beings and the organ.

To date, the report said, 1,869 people still missing. Of these, 470 have disappeared after the arrival of KFOR troops - June 12, 1999 - and it's 95 Kosovar Albanians and 375 non-Albanians, mainly Serbs.

The report does not spare the international actors present in the territory since the war.

The choice of UNMIK and KFOR - which is dictated by the international community, the United States in the head - was to achieve immediate stability, at any price, which also meant the sacrifice of the most basic principles of justice.

We arrived at the "legal truth" too fast: the victims are all on one side - the Kosovar Albanians, all the other killers - the Serbs. In this form of injustice, Dick Marty believes that the Council of Europe should not be bound. Too many people are waiting for justice and truth, hanging by a thread of hope into despair or shipwrecked. It may not make sense that some international representatives in Kosovo may reject requests for cooperation because, after all, "The past is past, we must look to the future."

Marty non nasconde la sua indignazione nel costatare che tutti i governi occidentali fossero informati delle attività di Thaçi e del gruppo Drenica. Esistono in materia, rapporti della Dea e del Fbi, dei servizi segreti tedeschi, italiani, britannici e greci. Nonostante ciò tutti resteranno impuniti: non solo Thaçi, ma anche Xhavit Haliti, Kadri Veseli, Azem Syla e Fatmjr Limaj.

Impuniti. Anche per due tipi di crimini, se possibile, più spregevoli degli altri: al gruppo Drenica, Marty attribuisce le responsabilità maggiori per la gestione dei campi di prigionia in Albania e l'estrazione e traffico di organi vitali.

I campi di prigionia individuati sono sei, tutti in Albania: Cahan, Durazzo, Kukes, Bicaj, Rripe (Burrel) e - novità importante, un sito in Fushe-Kruje dove, si ritiene, fossero praticati gli espianti.

Dopo il 12 giugno del 1999 gli uomini dell'Uçk continuarono a usare i campi di prigionia a scopo di vendetta, punizione e profitto. Diversi "affiliati" all'Uçk rivelano a Marty che nei mesi successivi alla fine della guerra hanno personalmente trasportato in Albania decine di prigionieri - per lo più serbi - rapiti in Kosovo.

Tre testimoni - separatamente - hanno fatto riferimento alla cosiddetta "Casa gialla" di Rripe. Secondo le ricostruzioni, la casa della famiglia Katuci sarebbe stata occupata dagli uomini dell'Uçk - riconducibili tutti a Thaçi - che per circa one year from July 1999 to the spring of 2000 they handled traffic of prisoners. The "Yellow House" was an important hub in the trafficking of organs. It was there that he did blood tests and tissue to check the compatibility and physical conditions of the prisoners. When he arrived the request of an organ, a courier came to pick up the story and transfer it to Fushe-Kruje. Some drivers tell the agony of the journey and lamentations of the prisoners locked up and tied in the truck body. It seems that many were aware of the fate that awaited them. A-Fushe Kruje, after a short period of adjustment and health care, the subjects were taken off from grub: a shot gun to the head and once in the room operatoria. Secondo alcuni autorevoli chirurghi interpellati da Marty, tutte le procedure sono compatibili con la pratica degli espianti e, senz'altro il prelievo da cadavere è molto più semplice che da un paziente vivo.

La consapevolezza e la conoscenza del sistema sociale albanese (e forse anche delle generose coperture prestate dalla comunità internazionale) fanno dire a Marty che difficilmente Hashim Thaçi sarà chiamato a rispondere delle sue responsabilità e dei suoi crimini. La testa del serpente rimarrà, salda, al suo posto.

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Because when you yourself are challenged Berlusconi Berlusconi? Fight for yourself, fight against Berlusconi pimp yourself when you're whoremongers and you other whores. Spend money on the money to dress well and look like them, visited places all around trying to recreate the carnival spirit of the Sardinian summer festivals, dance to the tune of their proteges and their children, your dream is money and life wealthy, the couch and fuck Lele Mora lopsided crown. Do not hide behind your appearance by Fatton / alternative / Rastafarian / Culan. You are all equal, assholes. If you do not suck the money does not mean that you are not Berlusconi. Berlusconi is much more and we know, Berlusconi is indifference, selfishness, carelessness. Perhaps you yourself are not uncaring? Oh how beautiful you are centrosocialari ergono a difensori della libertà e del bene comune per metterla nel culo al vicino di banco. Siete incoerenti come quelli che portano gli anfibi per andare in spiaggia. Volete amarvi, volete dare amore, ascoltate canzoni d’amore e scrivete poesie d’amore ma dell’amore non sapete un cazzo. Per voi l’amore è quello di berlusconi, ama se è ricambiato da qualcosa, ama se anche l’altro ama quanto ami tu, ama e non fare amare. L’amore è egoismo berlusconiano, egoismo del biscione, egoismo rossonero. Do tutto a te per non dare nulla agli altri. Mi prendo tutti i giocatori del mondo con un sacco di soldi così gli altri non vincono. Mi compro i parlamentari così ho la fiducia. Cosa dire poi di questi quattro suckers who sold his ass? But what do you do every day? Do not turn face like a nun who has seen the fucking Rocco? Do not flutter like flags in the spring on the bridge of Nations in parma? So what are you complaining about? Scilipoti and all the others are just like you who take a lot of money to turn his face. You? What do you take? Take the money? or just take the piss? We complained of false promises, the election programs thrown in the toilet in the toilet but you are throwing everything you've said the day before and the day after it set aside out of dirty shit, to propose it again as the best thing in the world. Do you complain financiers infiltrated, causing the police but you yourself are infiltrators in the lives of others, you infiltrated to carry the game of who is holding the game at that time, ready, when necessary, to act the part of protesters or the police. Do you have dreadlocks and do not know why, bring Kefia and do not know what it is, you do not know what the fuck is the UN and even live in that way but then, still later, horrified by the interviews in front of some montecitorio television program. Have or be having, but do not know even combine these two verbs, you do not know what it means to be because it's too hard, too many ideas to be taken into account, see, touch, and refuse. Do you complain of Big Brother but look at all like sheep bitches program saviano and Fazio. Why watch it? Because that program has done what share? Being what? Having so, you have here, have a boyfriend and girlfriend, to have friends, have money. Never thought to be friend, love, money to be someone, be yourself, and be enough? Talk about everything but do not know anything, you're like Verona's nuclear agency chief, you're like benitez coach, talk at random, spit judgments, raised the finger, raise your voice, but in the end? In the end what you really want? What do you care? Do you want freedom, democracy, tolerance, but you do not give a fuck to be free, not even tollorate yourself, do not tolerate me, and nothing that sia a voi e alla vostra vita congeniale. Siete un paradosso continuo, berlusconi per voi è il paradigma, siete tutti suoi figli e probabilmente lo sono anche io. Anzi sicuramente.

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Wikileaks: THE SUSPECTED THE RUSSIA SERBIA HAS HELPED THE ESCAPE Mladic

La Serbia si interroga sugli aiuti concessi dalla Russia nella sua fuga a Ratko Mladić, ex capo militare dei serbo-bosniaci ricercato dal Tribunale Penale Internazionale per la Ex Jugoslavia (TPIY) dell’Aja. È Miki Rakić, consigliere del presidente serbo Boris Tadić, che confida i suoi sospetti ai diplomatici americani nell’agosto del 2009, come riporta un telegramma ottenuto attraverso Wikileaks e pubblicato da Le Monde.


Nel telegramma si afferma che la Russia non si mostra “aperta” alle domande di supporto della Serbia. “Rakić ci ha detto di aver posto una serie di questioni a proposito dei contatti specifici tra personaggi vicini a Mladić e diplomatici russi, su alcuni viaggi e telefonate verso la Russia effettuate da queste persone, riguardanti a giugno il direttore della FSB (l’ex KGB ndr) Aleksandre Bortnikov, a luglio the Russian national security adviser Nikolai Patrouchev, and most recently the head of the presidential administration, Vladislav Surkov, "as it said in a cabling of 3 settempre 2009.


Belgrade sure to make every possible effort to find Mladic. These efforts have involved the Americans in July 2009, the Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has run entertained with his Dutch counterpart, Maxime Verhagen, whose country is opposed to any move of Serbia towards the European Union, without first arrest Mladic. Mrs. Clinton has promised to give his government the information about a recent assessment mission to the Fedral Bureau of Investigation (FBI) in Belgrade.

President Tadic Borsi he welcomed this intervention of specialists on the hunt for fugitives, contains a wiring of October 22, 2009, after meeting with the non-permanent ambassador for war crimes issues, Stephen Rapp


"Relying on the United States"

During the interview, President Tadic explained that "those who hide Mladic probably had ties with organized crime and have accumulated wealth through the profits of war in the 90s" , the embassy reported, indicating the willingness of Mr. Tadic per rafforzare la cooperazione nel campo dell’intelligence con gli Stati Uniti.


“Tadić si è detto anche frustrato per il ruolo del Partito Democratico Serbo (DDS), del suo vecchio primo ministro Vojislav Koštunica, circa la dissimulazione di informazioni su Mladić. ‘Credo che abbiano violato le nostre leggi’, ha detto, ‘e quando Mladić sarà arrestato lo dimostreremo’. Riassumendo la sua posizione, Tadić ha detto: ‘Noi contiamo sull’aiuto degli Stati Uniti’.

“LA RUSSIA NON E’ SEMPRE UN PARTNER AFFIDABILE”

Nel settembre del 2009, alla vigilia della visita del presidente russo, Dmitri Medvedev, to Belgrade, the embassy prepares a detailed analysis of relations between Serbia and Russia, far from the stereotype of submission of the first to the second. We emphasize in particular the divisions within the Serbian authorities on this issue and the difficulty of Belgrade in "finding the right tone" in the face to face confrontation with Moscow.


Boris Tadic and his entourage "see continuous use of the veil in the Russian Security Council (UN) and the rhetorical support on Kosovo. (...) And at the same time, this group more pragmatic about the decision (to take) see that Russia is not always a reliable partner. " So more than the benefits of EU integration would be very on top of this link with Moscow, the second largest trading partner.


Since 2000, notes the embassy, \u200b\u200bthe Russian companies have invested about one billion dollars ... in Serbia in mid-2009, when the oil company NIS was acquired by Gazprom.


Piotr Smolar

Adapted from Le Monde

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Wikileaks: SULL'INDENTITA TENSION 'IN BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA

Pending integration still a long way in the European Union, Bosnia and Herzegovina witnessed a disturbing increase in the demands of Muslims on the question of identity.

"In a of pessimism, created and fed by the failure of the country's political and economic progress, the panel on the need for a good Bosnian gains importance as a political tool, "sums up the American Embassy, \u200b\u200bin a telegram dated 27 January 2009.


In this sense, the "Good" Bosnian - believing and observant - not succumb to the "bad" Bosnian, secular and progressive. This is done in consideration of several telegrams from the U.S. Embassy in Sarajevo, obtained from Wikileaks and studied by Le Monde.


United States, who have spent a long time to establish stability nei Balcani occidentali, considerano con inquietudine l’ipotesi di una divisione etnico-religiosa del Paese, diviso in due entità dopo gli accordi di pace di Dayton del 1995: la Federazione croato-mussulmana e la Repubblica Serba di Bosnia.


Questa tensione sull’identità si manifesta, per esempio, attraverso “la spinta islamica per introdurre l’educazione religiosa in tutte le scuole materne” . O, meglio ancora, attraverso il tentativo di interdizione nel 2007 di Deda Mraz – l’omologo di Babbo Natale che qui distribuisce doni ai bambini di qualsiasi origine – del direttore delle scuole materne di Sarajevo, riporta l’ambasciata il 27 gennaio 2009. Questo aumento dell’intolleranza viene principalmente attribuito al capo della comunità islamica di Bosnia, il mufta Mustafa Cerić, e trasmesso dal quotidiano Dnevni Avaz.


Questo quotidiano ha la tiratura più importante del Paese. Appartiene all’imprenditore Fahrudin Radončić, che ha lanciato il suo partito politico nel settembre 2009, chiamandolo Alleanza per un futuro migliore della Bosnia-Erzegovina (una delle sorprese dello scrutinio legislativo al debutto nell’ottobre del 2010). “Radončić cerca molto probabilmente uno status politico per assicurarsi una protezione contro le inchieste sui suoi affari illegali”, spiega l’ambasciata a Sarajevo il 9 febbraio 2009.


L’imprenditore has a key ally: the mufti. "Despite the fact that Radončić is not totally devoted, and he entertained the mufti Cerić closed after a report over a year, surely bound to the donation made by Radončić of $ 714,000 for the construction of the premises and residence of the Mufti of Sarajevo" Note the embassy. The combination of pressures and populist discourses on identity disturb the embassy.


The mufti "has sought to promote the political identity of the Bosnians in rooting victimization," said a telegram, which has as its argument the war of 1992-1995. Leaving plenty of the spiritual domain, the cleric has taken, all’inizio del 2009, posizioni molto precise su diverse questioni delicate, provocando una polemica sul suo ruolo all’interno del dibattito pubblico. Egli ha sottolineato che i mussulmani bosniaci furono massacrati in massa negli anni ’90 perché erano “deboli”, in contrasto con la nuova generazione, pronta a difendersi.


UN’INFIMA MINORANZA MOLTO RADICALIZZATA

All’interno di un telegramma del 21 aprile, l’ambasciatore scrive: “Cerić sembra giocare su un piano molto pericoloso, che potrebbe essere percepito dai serbi, dai croati e dagli altri come supporto per la dominazione islamica all’interno di un determinato territorio. Cerić prosegue on the path that is not constructive in addressing the most obtuse segments of the Bosnian population. " The mufti "finally destroys their credibility among moderate Muslims (who we believe are the vast majority of Bosnians) and the international community," sums up the embassy February 24, 2009.


Among the Bosnian Muslims, there is a tiny minority very radicalized, followed by American diplomats. Are mainly interested al'organizzazione Active Islamic Youth (Aktivna Islamska omladine), hit by a split and that is no longer officially registered as an association. "But some of its former members continue to spread an extremist doctrine, said the embassy December 17, 2009. These former members maintain contacts with extremists in Western Europe and the United States. " Piotr Smolar


Adapted from Le monde

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Wikileaks: THE KOSOVO FRAGILE "SUCCESS STORY" AMERICAN

Kosovo lives his first crisis of growth politics. After autonomy troubled, marked by the resignation of President Fatmir Sejdiu and the breaking of the ruling coalition, are organized in early parliamentary elections for December 12. This period of "floating" in a country where the prerogatives of the state remain under international supervision, delayed the opening of a direct discussion with Serbia. But the budget that the American diplomacy is, twelve years after the war, it is still very positive, according to telegrams obtained by Wikileaks, which Le Monde has consulted.

On 17 February 2010 the Kosovo celebrated the second anniversary of its independence. On that day, the U.S. embassy in Priština returns the "length" at this state in the making. I remember tabulated often an exercise in complacency, as the Americans have supported the liberation of Kosovo from Serbia.
The independence of Kosovo is a success story, "sums up the embassy.

The reasons for this lack of happiness: new "legitimate institutions" have emerged as the Constitutional Court and the Security Force in Kosovo, have been placed "solid basis" for economic reform, although the fact that the government remains the "key driver" of the activity is "not a viable model ".

RESPONSIBILITIES 'THE EUROPEANS
Finally, great progress has been made about the integration of Serb communities in the south of the country. In the north, however, where 40,000 Serbs live around the city of Mitrovica, the situation is more alarming, by reason of criminal networks and the ambiguity of Belgrade. "The current situation is unsustainable and, worse, wrote on January 29 Ambassador Christopher Dell to the Secretary of State, Phil Gordon. The inability to act quickly will mean the loss of Kosovo the North and the reopening of Pandora's box of ethnic conflict that defined the '90s. "

Ambassador Dell uses sharp words: "For ten years, we have told the Kosovars trust us - let us handle the situation and we will protect you - and today the Government of Kosovo independence, we earnestly request the extent to which we will live up to that promise. " Americans emphasize the responsibility of the Europeans, who have taken the UN to run the business, through EULEX mission, hundreds of high magistrates, policemen and customs officers.

"Corruption can 'DELAY ITS DEVELOPMENT
Problem: The European Union is paralyzed by its divisions, not to mention the effects of economic crisis and the weariness of the people against the enlargement process. In addition, five Member States still do not recognize Kosovo. This is the dissatisfaction of the European law on corruption. EULEX should increase its activities and make any arrests, promised a long time, high-ranking corrupt officials, or we run the risk that our rule of law reforms to collapse, leaving the impression in public that the government is little more than a kleptocracy, "writes the ambassador. Since then, several major operations were conducted by EULEX.
Hashim Thaci, A "political actors Foxy"
However, critics are not open for the management of privatization against Prime Minister Hashim Thaci, a candidate to succeed himself. A month before the declaration of independence in 2008, the embassy wrote: "Although Thaci could be a partner sometimes unpredictable and unreliable, I have maintained strong relations with him and his staff. Thaci has promised to consult closely with the U.S. government and European Union representatives on all major policy fronts. "

Thaci may be a "cunning political actor, although he is often times stubborn and unwilling to advice when it perceives a threat to his political interests."

Piotr Smolar

Adapted from "Le Monde" Le monde



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're all about fashion, pop and shit. Speech by Gio Ponti in Domus (1928)

Riporto questo estratto da un articolo apparso su Domus nel 1928 . Dovrebbe farci riflettere sul significato della parola moda e soprattutto sulle distorsioni che ci vengono vendute dalla nostra società, dove l' omogeneizzato è il cibo per i bambini e l' omologazione è il pasto per i grandi.

Not the modern fashion that interests me, it was also the fashion of 'liberty', everything was out of fashion and those that they seem today the most ugly things have also been out of fashion: the access one thing through fashion is the most superficial, irresponsible, vile, unworthy of us. Another thing I ask you or tell you how Architect: do not get the house (we can extend the concept of home to our lives, I say) according to the fashion, but according to intelligence and with a loving culture and our common sense [...] it should not be fashion, why should not go out of style.

Gio Ponti, Domus, 1928

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Villari in modern painting




Out For a moment my head above the study and propose an intervention Villari appeared on Modern Painting . It should be interesting, especially if contextualized in our here-and-now

"We have a wonderful disposition to the arts of design, which we use and abuse, but for most of us they are a great, a beautiful ornament, if you will, but no more than an ornament of the national culture [...] The philosopher, the historian, the man of letters, flyleaf very often as the subject away from their studies, no more than a pleasant and noble pastime. [...] But he is no doubt that the world is art, poetry, literature, music (I might add) and science, a form that grabs the intellectual life of a people?

[...] I look at paintings, not only for what they value in themselves, but as manifestations of national culture as a means to promote it.

[...] A long experience has made it clear today that the industry can not progress without the aid of two major forces: science and design. The study of art has therefore a double advantage, because it connects con la industria da un lato, e con la più alta cultura letteraria dall' altro. V'è egli una materia di pubblico insegnamento o di nazionale cultura che meriti maggiore attenzione?"

Villari, Pittura Moderna, 1884

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Anche quella mattina si svegliò presto, tents not doing their duty and the sun was too bright to stay behind the scenes. He opened the door and heard on whether the taste and slightly rough rusty dawn of September, he thought to himself a nice feel. He had never been so good, not feeling so fit since the national team won the world or from when he joined with a strawberry chupa chupa a graduation examination. Four years, four years are bad ass, "he said smugly. He slammed his hands against the hips, hamstrings and then finally against the chest, fell to the ground and began repeating the only thing in his life. One, two, three ... up to twenty-five. He turned around, the cars were blocking un male cane ma non badò al dolore. Uno, due, tre.. fino ad arrivare a cento. Anche per quella mattina le ripetizioni erano finite.

Ritornò nella vettura, aprì il cassetto sotto il sedile e tirò fuori una bottiglia d'acqua. Bevve un sorso e lasciò il resto per l'igiene personale, si tolse la maglietta e uscì di nuovo dotato di spazzolino e asciugamano. Si guardò intorno, neanche l'ombra di un essere umano questa mattina, pensò. Era domenica. Sputò il refuso per terra, lontano dalla sua casa, e rientrò. Si vestì velocemente, non c'era un momento da perdere, quella giornata andava vissuta, whole, full, was loved and hated, used and stored. It was a day like any other. All other.

closed the door, put his keys in his pocket, the key to Jack gave his pants a form unnatural that he was deeply on his cock. Ugly bastard of a keychain, ugly son of a bitch. He walked to the south with a backpack and water bottle that you already know. Behind him the written Conad pulled away, becoming smaller and indecisive, the contours were merged with the light and the dawn of day. Still had not decided to raise the curtain this morning. She crossed a few cars, some young man who had drunk the night before their own lives and also quella del suo amico e anche quella dell'amico dell'amico. O forse no. Forse erano solo viaggiatori come lui, viaggiatori atipici, quelli che vedono l'alba per forza e non per scelta, quelli che per scelta non riuscirebbero neanche a lavarsi il culo. Ripensò alle scelte, quelle che non aveva mai fatto e, per forza di cosa, pensò alla sua condizione attuale. Abitava in un parcheggio dentro alla sua utilitaria sudcoreana grigia. Non aveva scelto quella vita, semplicemente aveva scelto di rimanere in eterno nel limbo dell'indecisione. Ho parcheggiato la mia esistenza di fronte ad un magazzino della Conad e non ho la minima intenzione di fare retromarcia e andarmene, neanche di tirare dritto in verità. In fondo la mia vita è bella. Si, bella. Gli amici come to see me in the evening, we sit in front of the headlights on and, without looking at him, talking. No shame, the shame is gone, poof .. and we are in the open air in summer, and when it's cold, we go inside, as if the car was a stable, the ox and the donkey. The windows fog up, the fingers begin to draw letters and shapes, and designs that look to understand what goes through people's heads. I discovered many things by studying those drawings, hieroglyphics modern birds as our times. I also discovered a lot of things about myself to tell the truth. But do not you interests you, interests you do not nothing to you. Not even me, even I do not care anything. I just want to pass this fucking life How do we move from a supermarket or from a parking lot on Friday evening, as you go on Sunday afternoon at home watching the matches of the Premier or the summer in the city to work in a ski shop, as it passes over the guilt or the promises, as it passes over the intent and poverty, as it passes over the hypocrisy and the priest's homily. So, I just go, I want to leave the smallest footprint on this world because it does not seem right to ruin, much like the pictures on the windows of the car.

continued to walk for hours ...

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Kosovo is American

"Kosovo is Serbia" slogan is one of the key to any political statement in Belgrade and meeting Serbia's diaspora around the world. The Orthodox monasteries throughout the country seem to demonstrate this point of view. "Kosovo is Albanian territory", is the response of the majority of 1.9 million people who live in this area. The their proof seems to be based on the amount of simple ethnic majority, which - incidentally - not necessarily has to do with one state. "Kosovo is European," is the declaration of the Brussels authorities, which underline the fact that Kosovo is part of the 'Eurozone' and is under surveillance of the EU. Historically, Serbs, ethnic Albanians, the periphery of Europe economically. Yes and no. However, geopolitics, Kosovo is the United States.
On July 22, 2010, 10 out of 14 judges of the International Court of Justice (ICJ) in The Hague have approved the declaration of independence of Kosovo as compatible with the rules of international law. Independence was declared on February 17 2008 by an "Assembly of Kosovo" in the parliament in Pristina. The statement dell'ICJ hath been limited to the proclamation of independence and does not address the legality of secession. This is a minor contradiction. A more serious contradiction is that the Kosovo Assembly in the parliament at the time was (and still is) not formally representing Kosovo in the international arena. UN Resolution 1244 of 1999, which indicated a "Special Representative of the Secretary-General as the official representative of the province, which is defined as an integral part of Yugoslavia and Serbia respectively. To put it precisely: The parliament of Kosovo was not authorized to represent Kosovo on the international scene. Under international law, no body had asked for legal independence. In its press release of the International Court of Justice, you can read the legality of the 'Assembly of Kosovo, which declared its independence: "At this point, the Court concludes that the authors of the declaration of independence ... not acted as one of the Provisional Institutions of Self Government in the constitutional framework, but rather as people who have acted in their capacity as representatives of the people of Kosovo, outside the framework of the interim administration (..) The authors of the Declaration ' independence were not bound by the framework of the established powers to govern (...)". Pertanto, la Corte Internazionale di Giustizia, "rileva che la dichiarazione d'indipendenza non ha violato il quadro costituzionale". In altre parole: poiché l'organismo che ha dichiarato la propria indipendenza non si compone di rappresentanti legali del Kosovo, le norme del diritto internazionale non erano state violate. Questa è una grave contraddizione.
La Corte internazionale di giustizia con il suo verdetto, di fatto segue la posizione degli Stati Uniti e della maggior parte degli stati UE. L'alleanza occidentale aveva già provato, prima della dichiarazione di indipendenza, di attuare una cosiddetto "indipendenza sotto sorveglianza" delle Nazioni Unite. Il piano Ahtisaari è stato liquidato dalla Russia (e dal Sud Africa). Così Washington, Paris, London and Berlin, have developed this plan without a UN mandate.
De jure, UN Resolution 1244, is still valid. Kosovo is therefore part of Serbia and the UN administration officially a neutral status. The use
all'ICJ raises the question of the independence of the state at international level. And it was Serbia that has requested it. So Belgrade can not simply ignore the verdict of the ICJ. Repeat the slogan "Kosovo is Serbia" will not help to overcome his defensive position. Not to mention the Serbian refusal to take into account the reality in Kosovo. 90% of the population is not prepared to accept the Serbian national emblems. This fact can not be ignored. Translated by Alessandro Lattanzio



Hannes Hofbauer Strategic Culture Foundation, 8/24/2010

Kosovo is American

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E 'fall and the sky is still blue even though the valley of the Po, which throws up all that crap greyness of mist and varied that you can cut, tap and everything. E 'and blue sky at the end so are me, why do you want hot or because I'm wearing the blazer, black as pitch, gives me enough. Just quell'abbastanza which is neither good nor bad. E 'enough. Day of sharp colors, red bike, blue cars, moods blacks, vibrant colors for teenagers' backpacks that come from above. We step in half like Moses and I do not slam a cock of their joy after the Cold War because me and my bike fly giù da viale allegri che sembriamo due magrebini in fuga dalla polizia, il vento in faccia che sembra prendermi a sberle per tutte le stronzate che ho fatto, l’asfalto che mi segue anche lui a rotta di collo e poi bum, ferma lì, cazzo di freni che non funzionano, il semaforo è rosso e ci sì ferma ad aspettare il via. Puzza di motori diesel vecchi come me prodotti dai crucchi, quelli dell’ovest, quelli senza baffi e con i bei vestiti made in occidente, quelli che ascoltavano bowie e tutto il resto della ciurma, kraftwerk compresi. Puzza di vecchie e di naftalina, che poi sono un pò la stessa cosa, vecchi con le pillole nelle tasche dei trench che vorrei averli io dei trench così da girarci in centro e andare a fare l’aperitivo the mess, stuff all that "radical chic" look at me and say 'look at that guy in the trench that Madonna will be going to London to take toh "and instead, I still laugh," I stole from an old, shithead, spritz you finish that then you go in the ass. " Robe crazy traffic lights, if you think about that stuff as you go you are also shivering. The man has a green, he walks toward my direction and go down the way of Villon and the rich people, the bourgeoisie of Reggio Emilia, good people, people who always vote left, preferably in the center, better Catholic, preferably rich and if it's a profession at the club to boast of channels. There is also the train today, bars are down and it seems almost time to go to sleep, they are so slow, eyelids of modern civilization, gears turning mushy and inertia that they broke the balls to stay in there to rot and to wait for the next provincial cyan cyan reggio reggio . Bella this train story, really beautiful, and watch it now seems that the prince emanuele in Sanremo, train rotten if you see it you do not give a penny to that one, but where you want to go that is fine if you get to cavriago. And stopped by Lenin that he gives you advice. Always.

And then when you feel the smell of corpse makes you want to become a vegetarian and all menate there for macrobiotic alternative to, people to be pulped together before swine we eat here in Emilia kg, the pigs that you see out here and they all seem happy to do their honest work, eat and die. Stuff we do that then they just laugh, laugh because they watch them all happy there, really. Lora will be for the sex life. It stinks of corpses, I pull up the hill from the keffiyeh bought in Pakistan with a mustache, this keffiyeh pure stuff, the stuff of freedom fighter of the Palestinian people, stuff you can not buy me the H & even at Benetton.

I put the path to throttle, when someone on the other side, oh okay, now we are out of there, away from the old balls that here are the arctic from sheffield who are riding with me, But I'll still take you home I'll still take you home, you go by subway, slalom between the syringes to those who were twenty years ago, and so on Crostolo. Look there, on the right, a small hill above the urge to lie down and stop thinking about anything, from sunbathing on the hill, stay there by the hand to count the chemtrails all fucking day. Too bad it under the ring road, just below, always afraid that I've got some chips come down from there, or what I know, even a car. A machine head, sbam, I become like Donnie Darko, parallel universes and all those things, there except maybe the ass to everyone and then .. okay. It should be higher, however, this fucking bridge. Climb, climb that I look around the marshes of '98, I go up on the pedals, fake tales of san francisco echo through the room, strips flying away, away, I go to the pink jersey, I'm not going to stop anyone, the last corner, the last few yards, the last meters AROUND AND 'ITS, the ride is' HIS. People comes to hand, stops me, hugs me, pats on the back, great brand, and I with great sadness in my heart that I just hope to die as soon as possible because I can not do more here in this merdaio.

The lunatics are all in today, lunch from superfine broom, you eat the noodles with the sauce, I the urge to stop after a victory, that of a rather nice gpm Crostolo, to stay dry. Wine sauce and noodles. Latest curves, the last curve and then home, a few other good afternoon but we are there we get, I slam down the door and destination, I slam down the gate and arrival. Stop there, there is to go beyond, it is to pass the school occupied Maruga, stuff that the priest does not want and even the beautiful people of Cavazzoli, these rats stink here, do not make a cock from morning to night these proceedings. From tot to put away the cost. Pass with confidence, leaving the Beatles, the four boys who went to fight in the end no one knows why, or history of money was Yoko Ono. I hate it that there is, I'm fucking radical chic of you who have ruined John. The bike goes, a guy stops fucking face is, I'm so ugly? Time to shave, time to change shoes bum me a headache dog, stuff that breaks your head, fuck with people screaming but the iPod is still, thanks steve, steve, thanks, jai jai garu garu deva deva om fuck you asshole screams, jai garu deva oom, nothing's gonna change my world, nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world.

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Monsters Prologue - Review and thoughts

I'm trying to sort the ideas that left me, engaged, given Monsters, film director Gareth Edwards, who has gone splendidly, but the thought to the future. His way of occupying the movie set, in this case the world has come to my mind through a series of distorted images. I imagine him as a high-tech creature imbued with a spirituality and a cult of crazy work almost obsessive. Why is a director, yes, but basically he was responsible for everything that is "image" in this film. It 'a painter of the big screen in the true sense of the word, much more than all the other directors.

The plot
This is the most boring and useless (maybe) and arrive to the point very quickly, by copying and pasting (but also translating) the plot that you can find on IMDb.

Six years after an alien invasion as a cynical journalist (Andrew Kaulder) agrees to escort an American tourist (Samantha Wynden) through the infected area to reach the Mexican border and then return to the United States.

way to go
Al films were associated with different genres, sci-fi, drama, thriller and even horror. I think the gender system is something totally gone, but listening to the past, I naturally call this film a "road movie" old school with some characteristics that may be compared to the trends mentioned above. All this is, again, the past (and useless). As we shall see later this feature is absolutely useless to enclose in a corral and no fences are built to be exceeded.

"I'm not married, I'm engaged" "There's no difference"
It's never easy to deal with the theme of love in a violent without risultatre pathetic and obvious. Usually there are two ways of acting. O celebrates the eternal love, or celebrating the love of the two ephemeral protoganisti, the two characters that we perceive on the screen. I think it fits here instead a kind of interplay between characters of the two protagonists and their actions. Samantha betray her boyfriend remained on the couch, Andrew cry on the phone with his son on his birthday. The roles were reversed, the eternal love is on the side of the "bad", ephemeral love is celebrated by the "pure" Samantha. Other thoughts? The love in this film is never either on top or, paradoxically, in the background. Alternate situations, they play each other, intersecting planes as well not exist, or pituttosto as if they were made of air. The love is there but not seen, but you see there. Attention. It is the love celebrated the many boring comedies or other products for children / teenagers / adults. It 's a much more mature love, as the figure of Kaulder cynical, realistic, sometimes even unsettling. It 's a real love, however.

Edwards surprising then bringing out a sentimental side in even the pitiless alien creatures. The two aliens are in love as the two humans, perhaps more of the same human beings. Their tentacles are intertwined, their top is almost closer to paint a human kiss. But how? Two ruthless creatures who love one another? As I said before the fences are made to be overcome, the cliché film to be finally destroyed. And even Hitler loved his dog to the madness.

Apocalisse rimandata e ora sperata
Il pensiero apocalittico nel mondo cinema segue date, eventi e contesti ben precisi. Non è un caso infatti che a partire dagli anni ’60 si sono moltiplicati i film in cui l’umanità intera era soggetta ad una minaccia devastante e apparentemente inarrestabile. Se guardiamo al di là del grande schermo possiamo scorgere due funghi atomici, le due guerre mondiali, l’olocausto e un perenne stato di drole de guerre che avrebbe potuto sfociare in pochi attimi nella fine eterna. “Arrivano i nostri!”, battuta da western ma concetto valido anche per il cinema fantascentifico. L’apocalisse era sistematicamente rimandata dalle forze del bene che, grazie to individual heroes and powerful and technologically advanced war machine, we were able to defeat hordes of ravenous monsters and aliens. The film thus became one of the many tools of propaganda, a bullet fired at the large body of Soviet sleeping right across the Pacific. And if it was not propaganda, there was still confidence in humanity able to mobilize against the war, able to create and dream.

Now there is no good. We are the fucking bad guys (everyone), who no longer believe in anything and you are starting to quick and casual destruction. It almost seems that today's young filmmakers have decided to meet in a big film where they sabbath yell, curse and talk in favor of the extraterrestrial savior. Will they succeed?

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human stupidity (U.S. in particular), is the backdrop to the whole affair. The great overview of the "wall" built by the Americans is based on the weight of an ancient structure, maybe Maya, perhaps Azteca. Certainly indigenous. He builds large works (Samantha talks about the 7 wonders) and has built great works. In the past, however, served to unite, to build, to instill fear, to protect themselves. Today the walls are constructed to isolate. Do not build a wall has nothing compared to the power of modern weapons, concrete comparison of the gun Atomic has the consistency of straw. So it matters little if its uselessness is obvious. What matters is the media impact, the defense of the poor, who wants to come to your country (not necessarily to harm), since different from the one who speaks a language I do not understand or maybe you studied in school but the bench is hot and the cold outside. The references are clear. The Israeli wall, the policy adopted by some states of the American Federation to stop the South Central American immigrants. Here we are. But then these are useful walls in the film? No. The aliens go, even the aliens invade the United States, the aliens take the ground, destroying and forcing people to flee their homes. E ' l’oggi. A cosa serve un muro di cemento armato quando abbiamo tentacoli in grado di arrivare in tutto il mondo?

Budget
La riflessione sul budget è d’obbligo. Il film è stato girato con la bellezza di 15000$ e credo che di questo vada tenuto conto. Spendere tanti denari è utile al film in se? Non stiamo forse concedendo troppo spazio alle leggi del mercato per sacrificare la creatività e l’idea (in definitiva l’arte)? E’ davvero necessario spendere centinaia di milioni di euro in campagne pubblicitarie, hype, gadget, spazi virtuali e cartacei giusto per far entrare più gente in sala? La creatività e la bravura di un regista non sono forse più utili? Non is more appropriate to value these virtues? Edwards tells us that too.

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Serbian Hooligans? Clear the field of misunderstandings Kosovo

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Serbian Hooligans ? Clear the field of misunderstandings

Accidents caused by elements that display symbols and slogans "ultranationalist Serbs, both in Belgrade on 10 October (demonstration against the" gay pride "held at the same time) last night in Genoa October 12 (in during the match Italy-Serbia, which therefore could not be exercised) contribute to aggravating the already negative image that has been stuck on Serbia and the Serbs in the last 20 years.

Even Senate Speaker Renato Schifani said: "What happened yesterday at the stadium in Genoa (...) shows the worst face of a Europe still too often crossed by the violence of those who reject civility, dignity, respect for the person. " (1) It does not take a particular fancy to associate that "face the worst" for Serbia and the Serbs, thus giving a whole people (ethnicity? Race?) The rejection of superior "civilization" of Schifani. This line arises explicitly Association revanchist Istrian-Dalmatian exiles, the headline of "insanity Serbian and connects the stadium violence to" the hatred of the Balkan matrix "that would have been the victims" of the Italian community "during the anti-Fascist Resistance. (2)

In fact, many in Italy at this time we are satisfied to be connected, in good or bad faith but improperly, the violence of "hooligans" by the alleged cruelty of the Yugoslav partisans, with little word summarized in code " sinkholes. Therefore, before considering the merits of the question, "Serbian hooligans," you must clear the field from the first and most painful mistake: the two arguments - that of "sinkholes" and the "hooligans" - there is no collegamento possibile se non quello dettato dal ben noto sillogismo razzista italiano, per cui slavi = barbari = infoibatori. (3)

Si pone tuttavia certamente la questione di quale significato dare, in termini sociali e politici, a questo fenomeno degli "hooligans serbi". Chi osserva le cose in superficie nota che gli "hooligans" agitano la questione del Kosovo - con striscioni, slogan, e richiami al 1389, anno della battaglia di Campo dei Merli. La questione è tuttavia sollevata in termini meramente "etnici" ("il Kosovo è serbo e non è albanese"), in maniera del tutto incongruente e contraddittoria dal punto di vista storico-politico. Infatti chi abbia voglia di informarsi e conoscere un po' di storia di quella regione find that a completely Albanization Kosovo - as is once again today - the project was made during World War II, right of fascism and Nazism. (4) So from a historical point of view-firm political, raise the issue of Kosovo in Serbia is not without its contradictions to what those who profess to Nazis and Fascists and / or Chetnik.

course, require rigorous ideological and historical and political of the "hooligans" may be a claim too. But the right which is currently in power in Serbia this request should be made, or not?

This is indeed a problem that certainly exists. With the anti-Yugoslav coup, of which just recently celebrated its tenth anniversary, came to power in Serbia is a ruling class not only ultra-liberal and ally of the IMF, NATO and the EU: to take power were also the direct inheritors of that tradition Chetniks oscillating between loyalty to the national integrity and loyalty to their mentors and foreign masters. The attitude of the Chetniks that time is no different from that of the Chetniks today (I mean real ones, the former Minister Vuk Draskovic on, and not the "hooligans"): Today, as then, the collaborators have agreed to the foreign occupier rendering of Yugoslavia and the secession of Montenegro and Kosovo (5) just as he was gloating symbols between reactionary and nostalgic historical revisionism anti-partisan e sciovinismo anti-islamico. (6)

Certamente, negli stadi e nelle piazze l'estremismo teppista trova anche alimento nei settori sociali sconfitti, delusi ed impoveriti dagli eventi balcanici degli ultimi 20 anni - inclusi ovviamente i profughi dallo stesso Kosovo. Ma non ci sembra questa la componente determinante, quanto piuttosto quella costituita dai numerosissimi provocatori infiltrati dai "servizi di sicurezza" che esistono in tutte le tifoserie, calcistiche o meno, e svolgono un ruolo ben preciso e prevedibile. (7)

Quale potrebbe essere la strategia provocatoria in questo caso? Ci sono almeno due funzioni "utili" che questi "hooligans" stanno svolgendo.

Innanzitutto, gli incidenti non sono affatto "Destabilizing" to the Serbian government. Conversely, with them the same question of the Kosovo issue is relegated to "public order" and finally buried - along with the Kosovo Serbs, who are now refugees or prisoners, or in the "Bantustans" in the province.

The only possible destabilization of Genoa that accidents can cause is that the relationship between Berlusconi and Tadic, whose scheduled meeting these days, at a bilateral summit, had already been postponed. But if this is all about, that is, an international strategy (the U.S.) to expel Serbia from the "friendly" countries while continuing to isolate it, then you should also have the courage to speak openly, but in Serbia especially in Italy, where there are not know to do is profess contempt for our neighbors of Yugoslavia - of all nationalities.

for CNJ's Fund, the Board of Directors October 13, 2010

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# 1 Self

do not need the image, just the presence, heavy, deep-rooted, strong and nasty. The bird appears here as a way of making continuous change, layering, color uncertainty, evidence destruction techniques, screwdrivers and hammers.
Nightmare for several nights, the canvas was standing there like a Indian Dreamcatcher, a bulwark against the spread, with the back of my mind.

Everything was laid on the canvas. The rain in August, the July sun, the tears, fists, fear, color, thin hair and my hand cattle.

Time is dilated, unnecessary time, empty. Several days have settled without a trace. A few minutes have instead given the action that led to the reaction of the canvas.

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From everything seems more beautiful.
It 'too easy to appreciate something from a position that allows us to speak and not be judged, that gives us a chance to see everything but hear anything that gives us incredible horizons and loneliness that everyone is used to search the Saturday afternoon .

I made the opposite choice. I threw in middle of the road in the middle of a meadow full of insects, in a rain forest where the storm the night before had not finished telling his stories.
So you happen to see four elders sitting in front of a bar talking about games in the afternoon and the race of the day, drink the last drops of coffee that most cafes that seems dirty sugar in coffee, the face of diabetes and heart disease that usually affects people of a certain age. One compound, raise the deck, the other deals three cards each to the other four, another blasphemy last leans back in his chair saying nothing, apparently satisfied, but in reality dissatisfaction with those three fucking cards. The game starts, the first game of a long afternoon yet.
A lady gets out his black sedan, tinted windows, rims high, accompanies your child on the left side of a church. The mother greets distracted and go back regardless of some words that come from the mouth of his son. He's already thinking about the parking lot where you will find in ten minutes with her lover, an entrepreneur from a nearby city with a black sedan, tinted windows and rims high. The child's father would go to take two hours later, directly from another parking lot where it was consuming a different story for their family album.
A bald guy, a student of facoltà di ingegneria, arriva veloce spingendo sui pedali con tutta la forza che gli è rimasta dalla sera prima. La sua mente è proiettata già alla sera che lo stava attendendo, alle ragazze che avrebbe abbordato, alle ragazze che gli avrebbero detto “no” e a quelle che avrebbero detto “si”. Non aveva un piano ma aveva voglia. Bastava.
Quattro compagni di classe sono appoggiati con tutto il peso del loro corpo, della loro cultura e della loro età, ad un cancello di una antica casa dell’alta borghesia cittadina. Parlano della giornata scolastica, non hanno voglia di tornare alle loro case, alle loro monotone vite da minorenni di buona famiglia, cercano svago nelle loro parole lievemente anarcopunk, leggermente nihilistic, surely inspired by listening to some good music now passed (outdated).
A young carer from a country of the former Soviet Union tests its new bike bought a few days before at a shopping mall Coop. He never had a bike in his former communist country. E 'awkward, the risk of falling, falling, laughing, gets up and continues the ride that will take her somewhere.
A group of girls dressed in purple and black screams for a tree-lined street, a thousand hormones already thinking about what the evening will give them. The trick from dowdy provincial hookers gives them a few more years, would appear larger in order to buy a pack of Marlboro light to share. A bit like they do with the kids.
That evening some of them fuck for the umpteenth time.
someone else lose virginity hard-won.
A gentleman, a lawyer by day, avid poker player the night, stopped at the traffic light, take out the Sun 24 hours and read the editorial in a well-known "American". Nothing new. Nothing else. The world spins around in the same way from sixty-five. The light turns green, do not realize it, someone from behind honks and blasphemy. He swears, he throws the newspaper on the passenger seat and throws his powerful car in the avenue in front.
Some nomadic families trying to land il lunario vendendo divertimento analogico a bambini maleducati. Chi si diverte a saltare in un castello di gomma colorato, chi si dedica al bigliardino, chi a colpire barattoli di latta con pistole ad aria compressa. Qualche genitore mugugna, qualcuno urla, altri colpiscono i figli con sonori ceffoni.
Una ragazza magrissima corre in un parco per perdere quei chili che non ha, ascolta musica dal suo lettore mp3 bianco, perlato, griffato Dolce&Gabbana. Le sue scarpe percuotono l’asfalto con violenza, cerca di aumentare il ritmo ma dopo pochi metri è troppo stanca. Si ferma e vomita quello che ha mangiato a pranzo.
Una scritta sul muro di un cavalcavia si prende gioco dei professionisti della corsa. “Corri stronzo!”. Qualche sera prima tre regazzi erano arrivati sotto quel cavalcavia armati di bombolette nere. Avevano un concerto poco dopo.
Una coppia di giovani genitori coccola il figlio nel passeggino. Il padre racconta storie improbabili su aeroplani, navi da guerra e paracadutisti. Il figlio non sa ancora parlare. La madre sorride, scherza col padre, i due si dimenticano di essere genitori e deludono gli occhi del figlio che rimane lì ad osservarli.
Un uomo, serio e composto, vestito di nero, cammina lentamente lungo il viale ghiaiato. Pensa al suo fallimento matrimoniale, ai soldi spesi malamente per la (ex)moglie, alle noiose vacanze che lo hanno reso ogni anno più povero, alla sere passate sul divano o in qualche locale di periferia ad ubriacarsi. He stops along the River. Would you take the plunge. There are too many passers-by and decided to postpone until a later date.
A bridge, or rather, what is left of it, tells her story. I guess my age, most courageous and determined to me, face death to sap the courage and hope to return home to other kids. Part of the structure lying in the bed of the river, in memory of those times and those guys.
A handful of people make the group in front of the Town Hall. They speak of their work. They are all dressed in black. It 's a wedding or a funeral? I do not find differences and go on.
Three Native Americans, perhaps Sioux, Cherokee, perhaps, followed by a musical and arpeggio with two flutes of Pan and an ocarina. Another asks for money to the many spectators. Some people are intrigued by the music, some laughs, touched the listener, who thinks their view, lead taken by the vulgar of Europe. Who goes beyond looking for the dress for the evening. A slightly delayed
lady asks for a cigarette a couple of young people. The lights and after a long breath begins to sing "If you chiamassiiiii. In his left hand has three yellow flowers. Think of her husband who died thirty years before.
A boy is sitting at the bus stop. It touches all the time sunglasses, pulls out his phone and is reflected in the black screen. Do you think it is beautiful but not too intelligent but not too much, sensual but not too much. Do not think bad things are at the bottom, but maybe. He decides to go to the barber. He rises. The station is lost behind his every footstep. A bus

I overtake on the left, is full of people and bags, words and thoughts. At that moment, everything seems to go in slow motion, slow motion along a few seconds which makes my rides are slow and heavy. The tram goes away so easily, look at the clock and the watch runs normal whiskers. Mark seconds. One, two, three. Count to three hundred and I'm here. On this sheet.

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The paradox of the miracle

all know what a miracle. Some of you have even seen a miracle. Today, however, wanted mettere a fuoco non tanto l'aspetto mistico/parascentifico di quest'evento ma piuttosto la sua pochezza logica.

Sarò breve ma intenso.

Scusate il regno di Dio non è nei cieli? E allora.. perchè questa paura della morte? Se devi morire MUORI! Dio ti accoglierà nelle sue braccia. Non pregare perciò di essere salvato da un miracolo in una situazione estrema, finiresti (almeno per me) dritto all'inferno.

Situazione due. Infermi e paralitici. Non è la prassi sostenere che Dio ha creato infermità e deformazioni varie con lo scopo di far compiere a queste persone una missione speciale? E allora perchè queste devono affollare Lourdes, Fatima e i vari miracolifici? A compiere la vostra missione, all silent.

Here are terminally ill. Here we return to the initial situation ... only that a person thrown against a wall at 200km / h you can afford to rely on God and, optionally, also a curse ... who knows how to die ... no. Not at all. Shit ... it makes the will of God

What the fuck you go in droves to ask for a miracle .. The miracle can not exist in a religion that has as its foundation the eternal life, paradise on earth and a good God (and beautiful).

Think .. Or explain me where is my mistake.

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The meaning of art is art

Yesterday we discussed the meaning of the word and if the art to create art in your room could be considered as truly artistic.

Every expression of our humanity and art, every contribution that we give to the world is art. We are not talking about aesthetics, not talking about emotions, not talking about technique or study. Hence

create art for themselves, the art's sake, art for themselves. What does it matter if no one sees, hears, touches? And, above all, it's so easy to see, hear and touch their art? The artist has really brought the chamber to hide their own productions or is forced to hide? We are even more clear .. art produced in a capitalist system must comply with the laws of capitalism, it must be appealing to as many people as possible, it must have a price (economic value) .. The artist then finds himself in a position of weakness eternal, perpetual subordination to something that is not even visible. It is in the shape of an art dealer, the characters involved in events artists, promoters, etc. etc.. So. So I answer "Yes" to the question "what is art you create and no one sees, hears, touches?", Because by definition it is art if I express my art I create. It would create art even in the middle of the Amazonian forest on Mount Everest and in the middle of the Sahara Desert.

Now do you a question: is it better to have so much freedom of expression, almost infinite (far too much) and less freedom of movement (Public spaces, the art world) or better to have less freedom of expression (someone imposes limits) but infinite freedom of movement?

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For the "What" the "When" and never to "How to"

I think this situation, call killeraggio, the principals have well-defined. There are names, last names, faces, and are strictly bipartisan. That nopartisan. Or no idea.

If I write is because I'm sad, disappointed, hanging on a ledge ready for the crash loudest in my life. The most disappointing thing is that I have faults.
When I finished high school I thought my life more, more real. I felt the world beneath my feet. After a few months that world longer existed. I thought big, I thought like a big, long thought finished didactic studies, poems memorized, thanks to its strong knowledge Enigmistica week. Quid tum. It is a song by Lady Caga, is not an MTV broadcast. It 'a Latin phrase. Now nothing has changed. I thought and still think that the academic world must inevitably be "different" from what it is instead the world of school, in the end we pay more to get to know more. And instead?

"What," "When" and never "How"
These words have been treated with large doses in these three years, the only questions posed to the rest of us, treated as a showgirl performances of dubious variety. Yet the criticism should be the basis of our studies, our future "job" should indeed be the basis of all humanity. Where is the criticality in the "What" and "When"? Nowhere, in response rhetoric rhetorical question, the two questions involve the most objective answers. The "How" it should be more interesting, if nothing else should start some subjective element, should lead the debate and the pursuit of truth. I do not like Simmenthal truth, I do not like the microwave oven has become the Italian University (or at least what I know). Of course there are exceptions, cases that confirm the folly ccomunque and the flatness of the ordinary wave. There have been tests in which even I was referred to as an alternative application, perfect alternative. Almost punk. "According to you." I heard an adult, I felt mature, confident, aware of myself. Like the primitive that tens of thousands of years ago he left the imprint of his hand in a cave Alps (if I remember correctly).

Examples of an additional standard
We come to the extreme case, the extreme consequence of what we are experiencing. The study of art necessarily involves a study of the image and I think this is universally accepted, even by myself. But how to study the image? It carries meanings, a story (sometimes more stories), a thought, a well-defined policy, decision making and pain. But if this passes in the second and third floor of what remains of that image? A name, date, and (perhaps) a place. A caption useful in many television quiz show, travel in the illusory happiness, packs of hope after work ... nothing more. We scholars of art but we need to move gracefully between these images, empathize with them, understanding their meaning and structure, history, the motive, the price paid, the model.

If no one teaches us? Five images in memory can also learn self-taught. And since there is no cost to Google image.

Conclusions
illuminstica This is the lesson? This is the new way of "knowing"? Who do we thank? Diderot or Wikipedia? I am the only one to kill me in this sea of \u200b\u200buncritical thought?

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The immense futility of mediocre (standard)

User unknown network appears before me, sudden, quick, anonymous, like the more famous unknown Roman. The general feeling is that we have seen something already seen and enjoyed, in the 10 minutes that separate me from the end, a meal is already known, swallowed several times to avoid an understandable rejection. I wonder if it is necessary. E 'must make clear your room, make anonymous all you touch with your rhetoric and your mediocre homosexual accent snob? Sei un re mida ignotizzante, paralizzante per i (miei) pensieri, torbida mano che insozza il più bel lindo del creato.

La sfera banalizzante che hai lanciato contro il sacro è dirompente, sussidiaria, sintetica.. è come indossare un paio di mutande sintetiche, strumenti depilatorii senza lame, fautori di cattivi odori sotto falsa identità. Sbatto contro il muro per evitarla, rimbalzo di lato e mi ritrovo fuori dal coro e fuori dal sentiero tracciato per me da menti più scivolose. L'angoscia è tutto ciò che mi provoca la tua erudizione da TV medioborghese americana, angoscia e stordimento.

Pagami i danni.

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me fat? Fragments of a nascent state ... A personal story


This report was filmed mostly in enclaves in Kosovo and said the plight of the Serbian people.
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Grey

Vagava for the city for the past three days. It was always night. The doors were closed. There were more colors in that city, only the white of the halogen lights that made its way through a few windows have not yet darkened, families who were still asleep right in the republican spirit. He was awake for some time and we could not sleep anymore. "In a world of gray matter and night sleep?" wondered to himself, aloud. It would have been easier to like them, wait for better days, waiting for the landing forces of the great democracies. But all was silent, all was still. Do not pull even more of a breath of wind, in that city. The track has always been gray, like the ancient Roman roads, gray as a mule in the mountains, was the only thing not to be changed. "Come to think of first in the world of things there were gray, maybe if we were there, we were too colorful to think about the gray, black, white," he exclaimed. Do not think, speak. Perhaps they had already made up there was crazy, maybe they considered it an anomaly in a perfect system, maybe a jester who wanted to go back to ancient times, where the minstrels were worth but little something. But he was lucid, polished like the reflections of light in a gray city. You had to see how the gleaming city, was formidable. When you turn on the Moon, in those nights halogen, everything sparkled, especially the corners of the houses. Wire discovered exhaled the last breath of a past life, those little noises analog sottilineavano ejaculations exuberant. It smelled of coffee in the streets, the aroma of distant lands, the only form of resistance, perhaps the last helping hand to the Free Human Consciousness. He came to the end of his seventy-fifth tour of the city, nothing new had happened. "The first lady called her son to dinner when it started Scherzo, Mr. 2 has blasphemed the fifth goal made by his team in a match delayed by a few years ago, the baby laughed for the three usual beat of a talking dog Made in Japan, the guy has ejaculated 7 umpteenth orgasm of Chasey Lane, Mr. 15 has infervoarato facing the fiery words of chairman of the have-nots against the party, now dead for 21 years. Everything is always the same and I'm ready for the seventy-sixth lap. Here Mondolibero. It's your line. "

was the fifteenth month since the cloud that enveloped the world that had disappeared. That part of the world. There remained only small waves in the ether infinite, a few frequencies that those worms are doing enough. He would die as the Mondolibero anchorman of our small, without knowing how it would end. His life ended at cinquantamillesimo around the city.

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extreme theories on Football [African edition]

Football in Italy is what it is in the world oligarchy, gerontocracy, arrogance and laziness.

The average 25 years of the German team makes me want to cry to me and (I think) to all young Italians. Argentina semi-final and four goals

The great champions are great if ...?

To play football you must run

The Football is becoming a sport not because of the referees but not for misconduct of players. Irritants.

What Spain was the European Championship is now Germany.

African football will never be at the top because of colonialism and what colonialism has led to: Europeanization of African teams (disaster) and Europeanization of African players (eg Boateng @ ger, ita Balotelli @?, several examples of France, Khedira @ ger)

technology I leave my room. I ask only for football sportsmanship and emotion. Like the good old days.

Blatter is a mafia.

Abete has taken root in the chair of the FIGC. Hahaha. The problem with this measure is that it is not a joke.

Lippi has lost all credibility he earned in 2006 due to his press conferences Cicchitto worthy of any ...

Inter won the Champions, the Scudetto and the Italian Cup because he had no Italian players. I think it's easy to understand why now.

Inter have the only two promising young Italian football.

family Boateng could win the World Cup alone.

Boateng is a great player (both).

Messi, when it comes to fighting makes me laugh. Has anyone seen today? Someone saw him in the semifinals of the Champions League? Easy to make eight goals at Real Zaragoza.

Vive la France!

When we are the world turn on the television.

The world is beautiful because they are Africans in Africa.

The vuvuzela do not bother me. I find it much more annoying that the Italian fans howl every time he touches a black ball.

As you can see my mind is evaporating, and with it all the thoughts in my head.

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fields Kouchner

In January 2009, the BBC journalist Nick Thorpe visited with his team the former concentration camps Roma / Ashkali Office in north Mitrovica (Kosovo), to report on children who suffer from lead poisoning. The World Health Organization had already said that this was the worst lead poisoning never occurred in Europe and perhaps in the world.

After visiting several families and children who watched the movie camera with them brown eyes without hope, he turned to me with disgust and asked: "Who is responsible for this tragedy? I know!"


Although the Kosovo Liberation Army (ALK) and the ethnic Albanian extremists started this senseless tragedy during the summer of 1999, could do so simply because the French NATO troops allowed this ethnic cleansing took place. It did not happen in one night. It took three months for all the Roma and Ashkali families (about 8,000 people, the largest Gypsy community in Kosovo) to abandon their homes.

A month after the start, I felt the diaspora of the Roma in Mitrovica who sought refuge in the UNHCR camp where I worked as a consultant to the UN for their problems "gypsies". I took a car loan and drove toward the scene. It was a torn heart to see parents carrying terrified children cried, dragging suitcases and all they could bring along: a pot, a mattress, a radio. When I arrived, many Gypsies were begging French soldiers armed to the teeth to save them. I joined them, asking the French soldiers to intervene. A French officer told me rudely that NATO troops were not a police force. Then I was detained and taken to the headquarters of the French army in a hotel in the city center. I seized the photos and told me that I was not allowed to return to the French sector of Kosovo.

A week later I returned, using a permit printing with a different name. I found some 800 Gypsies Mitrovica Serb refugees in a school on the opposite side of the river Ibar. They had no food, no soap. The bathrooms were overflowing. Still no aid agency had discovered them, or, some say, ignored them. Through Oxfam Pristina to bring water for drinking and hygiene products, and then report their situation to UNMIK. A few days after the UNHCR brought to the Gypsies of food parcels.

Serbs in mid-September she wanted the building for the school year. So French troops and UN police moved the Gypsies in tents on an area near the village of abandoned toxic Zitkovac.

This time I protested directly with the Special Representative of the Secretary-General (RSSG), dr. Bernard Kouchner. David Reily, head of the UNHCR, was with me. Deposits of toxic waste surrounding the gypsy camp. You could smell the toxic elements. When the wind blew, the lead dust covered everything and made it difficult to breathe. Dr. Kouchner, a popular French humanitarian activist, he assured me that Gypsies were left alone on that site for 45 days. Then were returned to their homes, protected by French troops or taken as a refugee in another country. Said to be a doctor. He understood the danger of a threat to the lives to live on or near toxic waste repositories. He said: "As a doctor, and as chief administrator of Kosovo, I would be miserable if this threat to the health of children and pregnant women continue for one more day." He also said that the situation was a crime.

In November I returned to the United States to write about my experiences in Kosovo. When I returned the next spring to visit the settlements of minorities in Kosovo and report their conditions to the Society for Threatened Peoples (GFBV), I visited these Gypsies of Mitrovica. They were returned to their homes or in a third country. Now they were housed in temporary barracks, all on contaminated land.

I was also shocked to discover that my friend David Reily, 50, died in January in his apartment in Pristina for a heart attack. His replacement, a New Zealander named Mac Namara, refused to receive and discuss the plight of these 800 Roma / Ashkali UNHCR camps contaminated by lead. However, I was encouraged because the dr. Kouchner had ordered to the UN medical team to take blood samples from gypsy children living on toxic deposits, to see if their lives were in danger.

went back in the USA before the results were disclosed. But when I returned to Kosovo the following spring (2001) and found that the Gypsies were still living in these three areas, administered by the Swiss Relief Act and by their development partners: Norwegian Church Aid, I imagined that the medical team had Kouchner found a secure site.

Although I Kouchner and in 2000 we exchanged correspondence on the situation of other Roma and Ashkali, their lack of freedom of movement in other parts of Kosovo and the lack of humanitarian aid, I did not see Kouchner.

Now living full time in Kosovo, I kept in regular contact with Gypsies in the fields placed on toxic land. NCA and the ACT in 2002 when they stopped delivering food and hygiene products, began to provide aid to Gypsies little I could find. Romany also took two sisters (Tina and Dija) to teach better hygiene for women and children of the camp, although it was difficult to keep the children clean the dust that rose from the heap, as they passed outside the most time.

not realized that there was something tragically wrong in the field until the two sisters told me that no Romani women in the field complained about a high number of abortions and that many of the children were always sick (vomiting and fell in coma). Then some of the children died.

Death I made clear ideas about what was happening in the camps was to Jenita Mehmeti, aged four. Kindergarten of the field when her teacher realized that Jenita was losing his memory and had difficulty walking. He was taken to the local hospital in Mitrovica, and from there moved to emergency by ambulance to a hospital better equipped to Kraguevac (Serbia). Jenita stayed there for three months before his death. The cause of death was diagnosed as "herpes" infection is not fatal unless a malfunction of the immune system. As for AIDS, lead poisoning destroys the immune system especially in children under the age of six years.

Immediately after the death of Jenita in 2004, a UN medical team led by the WHO (World Health Organization) had a blood test to many children in all three fields, to see if they had lead poisoning, as their symptoms pointed him out. The results shocked everyone. The levels of lead in many children were higher than medical equipment could measure. In November, a WHO report indicated that some of the lead levels in children of those fields were the highest ever recorded in medical literature. Adapted from

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The man who will

It is not easy. I had already decided to start this post so then I remain, rigorasamente, faithful to the line. True to the line because this set of religious images, but more mystical and religious, Giovanni Lindo Ferretti like the good (to you both, of course). I'm not saying that there is a Giovanni Lindo Ferretti good and bad ... there are just two.

Religion here is a religion of the Apennines, is a religion of sweat and toil, is a religion of people who love their neighbors and their land, is a true religion, far from the marble Roman amphitheater and the Baroque Bernini. And 'real people, people of flesh and bone, blood and tears (such as financial maneuver tremontiana) makes you want to split the screen in front of you and go there, to them, ask how did they resist at remain straight in front of the most disgusting of total war and violence for its own sake. E'una fiaba forse, vicina a quella raccontata da Guillermo del Toro (Il Labirinto del Fauno), una fiaba italiana però, più dura di quelle che vengono raccontate fuori dai nostri confini, più essenziale, povera di effetti speciali e animali antropomorfi. Antropomorfo. Mi viene in mente Lombroso, mi vengono in mente le sue deliranti teorie che per il cinema vanno benissimo; il regista lo sa e allora il traditore è li, Pepe, faccia da traditore. Faccia da culo. Un pò assomiglia a Tarantino, questo Pepe.

E'un film in cui non si salva nessuno ma si salvano tutti. E' forse questa la grande metafora della storia che ci viene raccontata. Muoiono tutti ma se ne salva uno, il più importante, si salva la speranza, si salva Gesù Cristo di noi altri, si salva l'uomo che sarà più che verrà. Si salvano tutti e non si salva nessuno: non si salvano i partigiani e la lora inconscienza ma si salva il loro amare la terra in cui abitano, non si salvano i tedeschi ma l'ufficiale della Wermacht si (è l'eco neorealista), non si salva la chiesa ma si salva la fede e via proseguendo.

Della tecnica non mi va di parlarne, il film è perfetto così com'è. Parlarne sarebbe inutile. Scusate per la fretta e l'approssimazione quasi bozzistica (??) ma l'ora è tarda e io sono tardo.

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I had a blog (maybe) But the applause

Here tonight is one of those nights that you feel far enough away that we can do whatever you want. Can you rape, filling, shaping, hate, love, and you can open the cut, spit in it, piss on it. I needed a night like that, one evening, but no warning and never part with your plans .. only in her.

you can not call to the phone, you can not hear you but you can only feel like something is there and living out of your subconscious. Unconscious. Dissociated and expanded. Hot, sultry, stifling, counterproductive (I'll tell you tomorrow), agitated and emotional, reflective of a whole series of experiences that have filled spaces left on an old network.

That's what this evening. Tonight is like an old blog that go reread years later (four), who thought he was dead and buried, finished in the archives of some American cyberarachide, used by pirates of the free world to create holes in space and time .. and yet everything is there. Are there any words that you wrote when everything was different and everything seems, frankly, more real. Maybe you were still pure, maybe you were beautiful silverware ready for Gross ordinary people, peasants, cyberpunk who seek to break the bank a living through those letters that just fucking filthy British could place them.

I do not like snapshots, they are useless and sterile. The pictures do not remember the most was an event of fact. There are MILLIONS archives of photographic archives on the cloud that envelops us perennial (and shocks) to make us remember something. Remember? It is not that the photos will ensure that participative act that we like so much to us hardcore fans of public ridicule? Well known and hunger. Let's see who will win the day doing these first two words. Fame or famine. What do Italians think in 5 years?

said, it is always a pleasure to see what I was (and was) four years ago. The world has changed, Prodi is no more, the purple and green dots are not as fashionable and even with the Truzzi paiettes. However, there are the FAKE from MILAN AND ALTERNATIVE BOYZ BOLONGNA, probably the worst of the worst ... if only they are not as cacovisivi but would love to do it to him shit in his mouth.

Then, returning to the blog, that blog was that closed its doors with an epic disaster, a period that inhuman probably had its illustrious precedent on that fateful day of the Hiroshima bomb, perhaps the day Nagasaki . Then there was actually a period of relaxation, such drole de guerre, but ridiculous ... And just because I was in the car I was looking for some wild boars from skinning ...

Then nothing.

final consideration, or rather two. I'm not drunk is the first and the second is that if we valutare il successo di un blog dal numero di visitatori e di commenti allora

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La terza, e davvero ultima, considerazione è che museelife aveva più visitatori ed era l'allegoria della mia vita precedente, preHIRO o preNAGA. Ora che il mio blog è questo, spazio bianco per riempire di mia merda tutto quello che rimane fuori dal layout, il risultato non cambia.

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La mia vita finì quel giorno, Lunedì 2 Ottobre 2006. Ore 8.18

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