Broken Cappilaries On Upper Cheek

Stand-by reflection from Ethnographic

This train of thought is currently under stand-by reflection from Ethnographic!
time grows short, Jan. 25 returns to the old continent, to my life, my usual route, but that I missed and I miss them so much, in this reality sometimes so alienating, sometimes so familiar.
Compared to the real reasons why I'm here, I will require to make a point of the situation.
" We must find means of measurement in the world does not know the scale, draw our own plans, receive feedback, establish connections, to reduce the error, try to learn the real function ... focus on what incalculable plot ? "(Thomas Pynchon - Gravity's Rainbow)
In words not mine, this is the task that falls to me.
But I will return 'to renew this story ... I just need a little' time to think about ...

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Justice for all!

Pay for all. Like yesterday, nondivers domani.Offre by coffee, cigarettes, smiles do not make up the vuoto.Lo greeting, even from afar. "Hello George, how are you?". A elementodel landscape, such as postercon the face of his son, affissisul wall, from right to left. The disperazionenon is an impressionist painting. "For two years pensosolo the death of Gabriel. Persodi I view everything. All quelloche happened, he said and insinuatoper omicidiodi hide my son is unacceptable. Luckily, from the north to the Islands, I avvertitouna solidarity trasversale.La people do not water down the coscienza.Non bows his head, not SIFA condition. " Giorgio Sandri esed at a table in a bar. Davantial his clothing store, which soon lost Esens crushed by debts of general or particular, will close insegne.Aprì in '74. The name, Harrison, borrowed from the Beatles. Then there was-no time horizon and chitarre.Oggi, only the sound of nothing. "I will leave the business. It was regnodi Gabriel. We semprevissuto nostrolavoro of dignity, but in this story dolorosaabbiamo spenderetanto had money. Gabriele irapporti cared, my wife Daniela, the administration. After essermisobbarcato everything on his shoulders, honestly, I do not care, néforza. I am sixty, I'm tired. "Giorgio Sandri wait a ritornoimpossibile. No you will awaken from the nightmare that 11novembre two years ago, portòvia a child. One Sunday piovosa.Due-shots through the highways and the existence of which is red, the other a break between a viaggioverso Milan, Lazio, one partitadi football. In July, 14, unasorta of the Bastille on the other hand, has recovered lost corner of fiduciacui Sandri dad was not to sink aggrappatoper in pessimismo.L 'Luigi Spaccarotella agent, at first instance, it was six years condannatoa reclusionecon previsionedel the aggravating fact. The prosecutor had chiestiquattordici. Dellapena subtraction, for the family, is played as the final insult in a long series. "Until then we were relativamentesereni. Then we crollati.In a country where just unavoce corridor ingalera to send a person, we do not sonostati five testimonioculari enough to get on top of verità.Semplicemente, the Court has considered Dont. " So the future Eun black hole and the present, a insopportabilepeso to sustain. "Gabriele was labeled comeultras but football, with the suamorte not had nothing to do. Comenel case of Stephen Cucchi, costruireun context incasellareuna victim of blind brutality helps divulgarel'immagine piùadeguata a raccontofallace. The Sonoco dissimili.L loroparabole not 'important lafabbrica of lies, is to passareun message distorto.Così sostenereche Cucchiera only a drug addict in a quadromenzognero, and a fold nonfa affermazionidi Giovanardi, servonosolo to offend the piety. "

F ascista, violent habitual lanciatoredi stones distupefacenti taker. He went so anchecon Gabriel. "The fact that cigarettes and chese fumasseneanche had seen an ounce of hashish, he would have traded percioccolato, nulla.Chi points the finger does not change or make the moral, should have the decency to vederedentro home. Aldrovandi, Cucchi, Genova, Sandri, Teramo. I could draw a vocabolariodell'indecenza and vergog na ". He pauses, lights a cigarette, draws strong. "The state didiritto, in Italy, is definitivamentemorto. Think Cucchi. On suoscandalo will fall into oblivion. Holetto yesterday that two Albanian suspects a Moldovan. According to her, in the end, who are the perpetrators? ". The confused response in ventoprende behind the doubts and lispazza on. "The Berlin Wall Ecade for twenty years but not crollanomai barrieredi silence and power. Our politicians promise chiedonoe only at the date of election but to them, deicittadini, assolutamentenulla not interested. " He looks up, keep the windows of the house, Camerado Gabriel, an altar laiconel which every thing has remained Alsu place. "Just as two Annifo. Each week, however andiamoal nostremura and scope of the cemetery, flowers on the grave that people comunelascia. We also siamoandati August. It is the way we do not cut ilfilo, fleeting, that keeps us attaccatialla reality. " His wife, Daniela, is not well. It could not, would anchese. "In two years he never lost as we were approached persapere. Not one shred of assistentesociale c'est who has knocked on miamoglie to say: 'Excuse me madam, need to an aspirin? Perhaps, killing a child, the abbiamofatto a headache '. Ilvuoto. We were the poor souls, Daniela potutotranquillamente would die. Log EESC clinics. Incontinuazione cries, she attended psychology neurology. In addition, he cominciatoa drink. When aprol'armadio, instead of finding camiciee robes, look bottigliedi wine. It 's a total ruin, a serious degradation of cuinon give a damn about anyone. "Uniforms, the role of emotional chaos and forzedell'ordine cheinevitabilmente from novembre2007, splits into two fusodritto this white-haired and often occhiliquidi , nonostanteil modesty will be soaked, Sandriparla without acrimony, "Manganel -Li has released some dichiarazioniper rehabilitate Gabriele.Lo thank dimenticoche between the police and I do have friends who keep molticari Sucio happened to my son, a healthy, indeflettibile, indignazione.Generalizzare sarebbesbagliato and too simple, if maanche Marrazzo, me lolasci say, the military police unapessima figure. Only a movement born from the inside nopuò dipulizia and renewal. In miopiccolo, Did I suggested: 'Re-Bellat, imagination collettivopagate comportamentodei for your colleagues'. Peroli tell the truth. Are saturated, exasperated, defeated. By dint of tagliarenastri fotografiee openings and expose myself to, I venutala nausea. Just so, just per364 days a year, with only six iltuo abyss. " George drinks, rispondeal phone infretta dismisses the other party, begins: "There are laws and giustizia.Non believe in anything. The mortedi Gabriele would rappresentatouna occasioneda extraordinary part of the driver and the game perriavvicinarsi offrirelimpidezza citizens. " Opportunities evaporatadietro rhetoric. "From MESIS speaks only of escort and trans.

There is a precise design. Fumonegli eyes to divert attention from the crisis at-cheattanaglia the country. Take responsibility, sometimes, not farebbemale. "George laments the old days, traveling to Terni applaudirela Ternana of Viciani letrasferte and officiated as a tribute allaLazio, the golden age trasformataora currency opalescent. "There were Untempo Moro, Berlinguere Almirante. Today, pale epigoni.La question has not been didestra or left, the problem EESS men. " Saturday in Rome, Italy manifesterannocontro ultras across the card of the fans. "I hope there are no incidenti.Non avvenire.La card that should never, however, impose arbitrary and Viminalevuole anticostituziona-le. If I trovassia volessiandare allostadio Milan, not to indicate potrei.Attenti categorieassolute.Quella classificazioneche not a football fan cattivoè maiconvinto me. Even TORPIGNATTARA in occasionedella fiaccolataper StefanoCucchi, he scuffles parlatodi provocatidai centers. CREDOC to the streets to protest, but not scendanodefinizioni soltantocittadini unhappy. " Athens feet, avoiding the Paedisprofondare sindromevendicativa Alberto Sordi nelfilm most ruthless of a director asuo comfortable with the nastiness, the Monicellidi 'A piccolopiccolo bourgeois', the other son Christian. "They made me a estremista.Ero a quiet man, pensavoai my kids, my vecchiaiafelice, to a final partitaquieto. All destroyed, defaced, lost. Cristiano had unbambino. The day before yesterday has compiuto7 months. He called Gabriele.Non Cristianostesso and I can enjoy it, is no longer the stessapersona than before. Av vo cat makes OpenAL and the robe now, laindossa with annoyance. " Giorgioora cries. Scusa.Lascia asks that you leguance bagninosenza intervenire.Poi rises. Today, two years ago.

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Madagascar Which?

often the case, when you look closely, you reveal unexpected details. As those surfaces that look white, compact and yet, if you stop to study them with our eyes, hidden ruts, cracks and crevices, gaps in which beats a lifetime, a network of micro you have not noticed that at the beginning.
Madagascar is an evocative name, the name of a picture postcard, with long white beaches and sea bright, dense forests and animal paradise ... And yet, as soon as we get inside, this picture shows you that, in its light and dark, lurk a thousand stories and a contradiction. It tells you not only lush, but treeless plateaus, not only of fine sand, but also a shortage of drinking water, not only of downhill runs in the dugout, but also "impossible to walk the streets where distances are measured in hours not kilometers ", not only of romantic cabins in the ocean, but also houses of earth from the walls so thin that you feel drawn by the pencil of a child. Tells you about a large island with the atmosphere of a continent, I said yes to a paradise, but hell.

They call the country in the developing world, but to which development is moving, this Madagascar?
When I was little we called them Third World countries, a definition which, in retrospect, it seems to have at least one advantage: it would evoke among alternative ways of life possible, including different ways to get back on top. Option number one, number two and number three, and although we are implicitly saying that one is more valid than the others, including less desirable maintain their own raison d'etre. Developing Countries, by contrast, seems to taste eschatological and universal, as if everyone were moving in a linear and unambiguous, to one great goal, but we have already achieved: the development, the one with them capitalized. Then what is it? Education, health, drinking water and electricity for all? Roads, technology, sales and marketing drive? Abundance, choices, consumption? As the anthropologist Arturo Escobar says, "everybody says the same basic truth, namely that the development is to open the way for the creation of conditions that characterize the rich societies: industrialization, agricultural modernization and urbanization." If we question the concept of development, seems to speak mostly about us, our West, of which other countries should hurry up and become a copy, so finally we will have new markets to sell and other mirrors, referring the reflection in our bellies, we confirm that we did the right thing, spreading prosperity and civilization in the world.
So here: I put my nose in on this gloss and I began to see the corners of faded color, some patch of black and accounts that do not add up to anything, so it makes me reflect on the creative power of the definitions, limits and the ambiguities of the concepts.
What we say when we say country in the developing world? First, a reality which we define by negation, an entity suspended indefinitely for a "not yet" that perhaps the time to submit criteria for a presumed universal logic that, for our part, we give enough to granted, without ever asking if there are other possible logics. Is not it true that when we name things, we carry on them a form of power, often imbued with ideology, under which, for reasons of clarity, objectify, leading the way in which they exist? Escobar is always saying, "development was the primary mechanism through which the Third World was imagined and imagined himself in this way precluding or marginalizing other ways of seeing and acting." And this has meant that what we now meet, when we move in developing countries, is a definite reality for the absence, by subtraction, in denial with respect to the comparison with ours. Object, on and off, commiseration, rejection, and welfarism.
But I want to play down! Anthropology alone already gives me enough fish to fry, just imagine you dress with the complicated social theories! Yet, when I reflect on this thing is because, if there is an advantage in being in anthropological apprenticeship is to be to deconstruct their own value judgments. Then, try to make a clean sweep, I met in my bag a piece of imagination that is referenced by Escobar. And talking to other vazaha I met, I became angry that they also had, and this prevented him from Madagascar to see what it really is. Our imagination prevents us from coming to a showdown with the complexity of reality, with the contradictions of a hell that is in heaven!
The reason I say all this is that sometimes I think that the murmur of the West there has historically prevented to hear what others have to say about what they are and the future they want. The idea that development of these countries is an invention of the West chase. For this they depend on us to achieve it. Maybe if the get rid of this negative image they have of themselves, these companies find their identity and begin to dream about their future. I know, invent new theories is not enough to change reality, but it makes us take the first step to rethink it. Vince once said: "The real poverty is the inability to have dreams." And maybe, I might add, also found to dream the dreams of others. As Luis said
Mallart: "¿Por qué no nos callamos a moment, proponer dejamos de temas de Conversación, y lo que ellos libremente escuchamos Tienen que decir sobre África-si es que les apetece-Hablar de África".