This To Say When Some Has A Baby

The library in my town, as I said is not an open-shelf library, you can not choose the books, referring to a catalog on-line (for those who have a certain age is expected to also advise you of the kind voluntary ...) and then someone goes to get the book chosen if available. Here, on Wednesday morning that someone can just as well be me! And if there is a time when no crowds, I can go, I Among those dusty shelves and look at the covers and picking up the book not only the title, but I like it a little prodding 'the cover and peering through the pages.

And so I came across a book of Pennac. I learned to love this author through the vicissitudes of family Malaussene, entering through the narrow streets of Belville and laughing at the misadventures of Benjamin, then I devoured his short story of the vicissitudes of Dr. Galvan and I know his side as a professor and lover of books like a novel. I find it funny and ingenious. That's why the cover on which his name has appeared immediately caught my attention. Here's the story. The title says much of the novel, but actually read it was a bit 'hazy, but I thought "is Pennac, I can trust."
And so it was, as the story is a bit 'particular, and perhaps at the end give it a label to define novel is a bit' tight.

It travels in South America, no corner of Paris this time, only Sertao Brazil, a small country and a dictator is a bit 'special.

"It would be the story of an agoraphobic dictator. No matter the country. Just imagine one of those banana republics with the soil rich enough because you want to take power and enough dry surface to be fertile revolutions"

I do not want to reveal the story because it is very special and very nice and certainly better then he tells me. What is even more special in this book is what comes after, and together the story. Pennac builds what many have called a meta-novel. It leads us in the events that inspired the story, those of the Chronicle and those of history and a bit 'at a time opens up the mind of the novelist. And one can see the wires, follow the joints and you will then appreciate the subtleties and that as a linguist and musician, I could not see this sentence, but it alone is worth reading the whole book for me.

"I doubt the window, Janela, das Fenster, the window or fenêtre indicate exactly the same thing, looks the same as no ruomri, or closes on the same music "

Then there is the whole idea of \u200b\u200btranslation, with the difference in epsilon carry a concept from one language to another I was particularly fascinated . It is not the idea itself is not anything original, but it's way to express it that can be traced to spread the pages of this book ...

"If I had to tell the story of the dictator agoraphobic, would escape from this window that the first double of Pereira.
The discovery of a Chaplin film ... How
a visit of the Archangel. "

from the main story unfold even then other stories, the characters who intervongono secondarily in history but make it, things that usually do not know anything, but which made up the story we are reading.

is the story. After reading the title takes on its meaning, to discover that the original title is also another, but the translator has made an excellent choice in my modest opinion.

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Here's the story I do not like ...

I do not like to lose control ...

I do not like not being in control of situations, know what I do, when, how.
even less I like not having control of my life, but this time I feel as though something always escaped me, as if doing something I do not want to do, and it is not me.
The problem is that I know exactly what I should do, but can not find the strength. Then I find silly excuses, like the time or the opportunity to type ...
I know exactly where the problem lies, but they are not able to implement a solution and this makes me sick. I do not like to abandon the idea that I myself, being a rational person can overcome these moments with his forces. I'm not ready to change their perspective on myself, and the effort is too big, too hard ...

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Who's afraid of dying every day, who did not fear dying once. - Paolo Borsellino

July 19, 1992 was a hot Sunday. I remember clearly, that Sunday. And above all that afternoon. I was in the living room, lying on the couch watching one of my favorite movies on VHS. Mom was cooking, ironing boards open and piles of clothes to be ironed, the television on, as always, on some past summer Clips from Channel 5 or Rai. Dad was at work and my sister's room to read. I repeat: I remember well that afternoon. An indelible mark in my memory.

There was nothing I could imagine what would have exploded within a few hours. And today, the past 18 years, I believe that it is never the case. Life hits on a given day. Without warning. Without warning. Rain, sun, wind, snow, but also joy, sadness, serenity, agitation, nothing prepares to strike. Sometimes the perfect day is just a rainy day, dark and gloomy. Others, however, death comes in a beautiful sunny day. The acronym

the special edition of the newscast I awoke from my summer torpor. The cry of my mother then convinced me to change channels.
car bomb had been planted in front of the entrance gate of the palace of the mother of Judge Paolo Emanuele Borsellino. With him also died five bodyguards: Emanuela Loi (first female State Police drop in service), Agostino Catalano, Vincenzo Li Muli, Walter Cosina and Eddie Claudio Traina. The only survivor was Anthony Vullo, injured when a parked vehicle in the Commons. A hand base had broken their lives. Cosa Nostra had done it to him to pay.

I remember a feeling of despair and sadness caught me.
Paolo Borsellino was one of those figures that had always fascinated me. A little bit because my "masters" have never been "easy people" and a little bit because I wanted to have his courage. I could say many things on the 'man of state "but would be unnecessary and perhaps too much rhetoric.
I would have liked to have known the man to be able to speak. No, I fall into the error of talking about him. I just want to remember. I just want to remember a man, his faithful woman, friend, accomplice and totally taken by her man to always support him, his children, proud and fierce, and all the people who loved him. We have the responsibility not to let his work, that of the anti-mafia pool, fall into oblivion. We no longer keep our heads in the sand. Take responsibility, to fight for our ideas and dreams always.

The moral legacy we leave is focused here:

"I accept ... I have always accepted the ... more than the risk, ... condition, what are the consequences of the work I do, the place where I do and I would say, even as I do. I accept it because I chose, at some point in my life, to do so and I would say that I knew from the beginning that I had to run these risks.
Il. .. the feeling of being a survivor and to be in, as is the view, ... in extreme danger, it is a feeling that separates you from the fact that I still believe deeply in the work I do, I know that you need to do it, I know it must do so many others are with me.
And I know we all have a moral duty to continue to do without being influenced ... the feeling that, or even, I would say, by the certainty that all this can be costly. "

Paolo Borsellino (Palermo, January 19, 1940 - Palermo, July 19, 1992)

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Pronto, library Good day!

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"Hello, library, good morning, I speak with Mrs AM?"
"Hello, yes I am!"
"Well, we wanted to tell you that now is the book he had ordered and can go pick it up when he wants to"
"What?" I have ordered 9! "

"What Carofiglio"
"Ah, well, then step tomorrow morning"
( because if there was another left him here? )

"Hello, library, hello!"
"Hello!"
(the voice is like a man and a woman I try)
"Can I speak with the NF sir?"
"The lady there but can you tell me, are her husband"
"Ah, well, we wanted to confirm that it is arrived the book he had ordered "
" Well, that book is? "
" What the Allende ... "
" Ah, well, then it is his "
( thanks for your trust and good morning too her! )

Pimples In My Abdomen

Here!

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That's it, finished cleaning up and the color ... yes, yes did a nice job, maybe now hung up some old framework and system that's already there, but at least it seems to me that while the look is definitely improving ...

yes, yes I must say, we start to recover!

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is that ....

There is the desire to write for a graphomaniac like me will never go, but time and ideas so smart.
there that I can not draw from my current studies, because they are not engaged in an interesting course in literature or anthropology, or whatever, but in a simple language course and sometimes the only argument is very technical ... (Then one day he'll be at least a bit 'silly trivial to define the examination, considering the energy and the will to live that I took away ...).
there that I feel guilty about not writing and I feel a bit 'too guilty to writing about football.
there that I would at least a couple of books that I'm dying to talk to (this does not assure you that you die by the desire to read, I realize that ...), but I do not want to throw away a place, I would write a little 'time and patience ...

there this week for better or for worse, the examination session ends, so then I rededicated a little 'to do the cleaning, take off the cobwebs, wash the curtains, give the color, I swear to everything! Ah yes, and above all refrain from using the excuse that I do not have time to write, to write a post!