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The eternal

And you ', this journey is almost over.

There was little to return. Hours.

Incredible.

Einstein was right. The time and 'on and if I think of all the moments that I lived here, I have a feeling that there existed two speed' as it is passed. It seemed slow but actually flew.

I can not hide that I'm leaving with a little 'in the heart of sadness but I can not keep quiet the fact that I can not wait to find the person that' I and 'no.

Before losing my cevello and its labyrinth from which I could hardly get you out, I stop.

Today, in fact the bull's eye will focus' on the last journey in Angola ...

Oh God I'm back to let you slip into sadness.

On the other hand to be the last one was the last.

Huambo. This New Lisbon. Citta 'truly enchanting.

But I'll talk about 'this, it' the house of accolgienza for street children where I spent the night (and not because 'I had been mistaken for a homeless child), a place that seemed taken from a book by Dickens , populated by children who were hiding in the pockets whole pieces of other universes.

No, I'll talk about 'the return trip. By bus. 605 km .. Alone. Of course, surrounded by about sixty Angolans, but, say, white only.

Unfortunately you only believe in my words' cause, as on other occasions, my camera was firmly closed in his pants pocket.

How all my departures Africa, wake up at dawn.

The first problem was to arrive fairly soon to the station the bus-bar in time to buy a ticket to Luanda.

Seats are numbered. Once finished the ticket, if they can 'talk again the next day.

And to make matters worse trafficking and 'quite popular because they take the bus part of the street vendors in the capital where you are supplying goods to Huambo.

The good star 'with me. Arriving an hour before departure and fits easily in a state of semi trance, I slowly to the chair to gain the lost sleep.

not hide that I was not exactly very quiet.

However, the heaviness of the eyelids trumps everything.

After three quarters of an hour of complete black out, I am shaken from my blissful slumber dall'insitenza a neighbor behind me who keeps yelling "pele branch ... (imagine that here there are the usual skulls of )...., comics industry .... pele (another series of insults )....".

Then a droplet of sweat begins to fall down my pale cheek, and tender and timidly open a little eye to see who the hell wants that. All agitation, it shakes and I feel it stands up.

Another drop of sweat, but on the back.

From standing naturalemnte, the voice turns out to be a madman.

continues to scream and gesticulate.

At this point I realize that I need to activate my two dormant neurons to try to orient myself. Only then did I realize that the various references to the work of the mother, the thugs and the driver complains about the delay in starting.

my amused incredulity flying wing 'is that the driver while not black black black, but black only black dall'Energumeno be held up as a blank.

At this point, after the hot calls, the bus starts to vibrate and leaves. Towards Luanda.

The group of my fellow travelers and 'quite heterogeneous. Old, children, youth, adults, soldiers, peasants, students, live chickens, dead hens, pieces of cow, coal sacks, sacks of potatoes, eggs, fruit, sugar cane. All piled up between the seats and aisle. A kind of tetris. The organization of space and 'incredible.

Soon the bags become the bed of the passengers. A turn.

Outside the City ', as if on cue, all the men of the bus stand up, clinging to the front seat. Begin to give advice to the driver, surpasses, accelerator, brake, go here, because of the '. Great confusion. In addition, 'being that not everyone agrees on maneuvers, part of a debate among the passengers. I rest obviously shocked.

But, lulled by the idea that all things considered, and 'best of this chatter that Celentano Azzurro sang in Italy during the trip, I go back to sleep.

The alarm soon after I am being part of a hen, sick from driving a bit 'too much sport, you probably believe in right to make his objections to the driver.

understand that sleep will be 'difficult.

The journey continues. After 30 minutes the first break. In anything. Some lament the necessity 'of urination. They open the doors. In an instant all, and I say all rise and fall. The short break turns into a real break. It seems that everyone has to pee '.

shared a bit 'late tabbella on the map, but now, I think we're ready to grind kilometers.

error. After another 30 minutes, another request to change the water to fish. They open the doors. Same scene, it all comes down to making needs.

distributed. After a few kilometers we reach a village. Stop. Someone wants to buy some fruit farmers who sell at the roadside. They open the doors. Again it all comes down. The bus was surrounded by crowds of vendors. Baraonda by bargaining. Affairs concluded my friends Travel date: they are full of all food, pineapple, bananas, oranges, avocados, papayas, eggs, tomatoes, lemons.

to the next country, same story. They open the doors. All fall and after a quick interchange of the roadside bushes, all are thrown on purchases.

distributed. Follow-paced half-hour urinary breaks and at least three more stops to buy food along the road. At one point I even give in to temptation, I'm hungry. I descend through the crowd of sellers and, after a quick calculation on what I can eat without running the risk of diarrhea get electrocuted, I go for the peanuts and roasted corn on the cob. In addition 'a pineapple house. Starting over.

stop for lunch. It never. Hour break. All to eat in a hut. Dishes. And among those I see the incredible. Snake meat. Seemingly raw. Do not I tell you what a gentleman, when he saw my face, told me about the food he had eaten in his life.

distributed. And guess what? We understood each other. A trip to sob.

Salvation I found in children 'cause, in desperation for the pace car, I started to play with them so far as to find two sat on him. In the end my legs were far more 'comfortable that the floor near the foot of the mother, where were relegated from the moment that every space was filled by many new acuisti passengers.

To conclude this long post, almost as much as the way-Luanda Huambo, 605 km to say that it took us 11 hours. I got up I had the shape of the seat.

rilfettere conclude by making you as to why the roads in Angola are so 'surrounded by thick vegetation. Sara 'for the regular sprayer?

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THE ART OF FLOWERS May 18, 2008 1st Edition - What is the state. ..

In the middle of spring, when nature gives the best performance if the new pro-loco Palazzuolo organized a day devoted to flowers and their processing called "THE ART OF FLOWERS." During the day, the program envisages the participation of some florists, who will be assigned a corner of the village to decorate following the theme "The Art of Rush," thus creating decorations and flowers mixed cane (the cane is a special shrub in the past was used to create baskets, straw chairs and Gebe), will also create two bouquets dedicated to Our Lady of Snows Quadalto and our patron saint St. Stephen. At the end of the day will be proclaimed the best bouquet by a commission specially created. In the central square instead of a cheerful and colorful fair featuring flowers and dairy products, herbs, plants and anything that is inherent in Floriculture and Gardening will be paired with tastings of dishes made of flowers and herbs and edible laboratories working on the reed. Folk music and cheer your day.

PROGRAM:
From Morning

THE MARKET OF COLORS Piazza IV Novembre:
Plants - Flowers - Herbs - Natural Products - Hobby

GATRONOMIA "THE LITTLE KITCHEN OF PERFUMES" - PiazzaIV November:
delicacies made of flowers and herbs
ALSO:
"SPRING IN THE COURSE" : flat spring with flowers and herbs will be offered at: Restaurant Europe - Senio Restaurant - Restaurant Biagi - Beaches Restaurant - Ristorante Il Castagno -
the Palace Restaurant - Agriturismo I Monti - the Farm Panare -
Osteria Enoteca La Bottega of arcades
"ICE CREAM AND APPETIZERS VERDI " at:
Bar Europa - Ice Cream Bar Centrale - Bar-Gelato Gentilini

demonstration CORNERS FLORAL" - Via Roma:
professional florists will give life to his art, decorating corner of the village, following the theme "rushes" thus creating mixed cane decorations and flowers.
BE PRESENT:
- Florist SETTEMBRINI RAFFAELLA - "The Broom" - Marina di Ravenna (RA)
- Florist POGGIALI FRANCISCO - "Casa del Fiore - Brisbane (RA)
- Florist BANDINI ORNELLA - "Flower Moon"-Bristol (RA)
- Florist SAMOR 'ALESSANDRA - "Florilla"-Marradi (FI)
- Florist EUGENIO BALDI - "Baldi Rose" - Faenza (RA)
- Florist ANNAMARIA Bertaccini - "The Garden" - Palazzuolo sul Senio (FI)

"THE ART OF Giunco \u200b\u200b - Via Roma and Piazza IV Novembre: Demonstrations of the plot of the rush

BE PRESENT:
Via Roma:
- PAUL Albonetti and GIANLUCA RIDOLFI The ancient art of weaving - Marradi (FI) Piazza IV Novembre
:
- MARK LAZARUS and Donatini - Catering Mountains - Palazzuolo sul Senio (FI)

"ARTS holistic" - 17 and May 18 - Public Gardens in Via M. Pagani
techniques from the east to the well-being in contact with nature. (Saturday, 17 pm Sunday 15.00-18 since the morning)

From 15.00
THE COMPETITION "FOR TWO PACKAGES PALAZZUOLO"
florists will make two bouquets, one dedicated to Our Lady of Snows Quadalto and one dedicated to St. Stephen patron. A jury will specifically created to examine and the bouquet at 18.00 in Piazza E. Alps decide the Best.

MUSIC and FOLOCLORE
"I Maggiaioli OF Povl" folk music of the past and the Tuscan-Romagna in the streets of the village.

Here are some photos of "Angles Fioriti created by florists and "Market Colors" of the 1st Edition of May 18, 2008:

FLOWER CORNER:

angle of Fiorito "FLORILLA" Marradi

1st Place

angle of Fiorito "LA CASA DEL FIORE" Bristol

2nd Place

angle of Fiorito "BALDI ROSE" Faenza

3rd Place

Fiorito
angle of "La Ginestra" Marina di Ravenna

angle of Fiorito "THE GARDEN" Palazzuolo sul Senio

angle Fiorito "FIORILUNA" Bristol

THE MARKET OF THE COLORS:

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not travel in the ass, but it was nice all the same ... Topography or Topographical

PROJECT The first was to go to Ass. All together.
No, not metaphorically, and even in the usual sense of the phrase, but just in the city of Ass. I can imagine
charming little village in the north of Angola.

you who know me already know that the choice of destination of the trip was dictated by the charm of visiting places that I feel a bit 'more details, names vaguely exotic.
In addition, being the penultimate weekend of my stay in a foreign land was more than willing to travel, wake up before dawn, dealing with traffic, sleeping in a hut (or in the bishop's house, it was the latter, not the bishop in the ass, but the bishop in Uige, a city neighboring continuing this brief because I think it is important to point out that there was no possible arrangement Ass ... ah ah ah ... sorry).

Well, I mean I was what is called loading ...
But, as often happens when you are alone and independent, everything is complicated and so easily have been created seemingly insurmountable difficulties.
Stated differently, instead of going in the Ass I've taken ... never mind.
At this point, when the weekend seemed irremediably compromise proposal was immediately accepted another alternative: an epic clash between football divine and volunteers of varying degrees against the friars' OLDEBRECHT, an oil-trading company multinazonale-road Brazilian reigning Angola. Practically almost good versus evil almost. On grass field, complete with referee. Following promising
luculiana barbecue. At their own expense.
All 'epochal meeting I introduce myself alone with my modest athletic shoes, the rest is given to me by the team included, the Tramontina red shirt, white shorts and socks as a player. For a moment I think I can experience the thrill of shin guards. It 'an illusion. For those I'll have to wait for another occasion.
After the classic pre-crash photos, photos at the moment not yet in my possession (but there the promise), the game begins with a lively rhythm, the field to Olllie and Benji, but with neither the one nor the other, There is a lot of running, sliding, half overturned, newspapers, photographs, triangulation sleeping or embarrassingly inaccurate (who never have been?), profanity detained (they were churchmen ...), fouls (as always in the trousers). in short, a struggle worthy of a trilogy.
Devil, to be fat guys, like those of Oldebrecht corrEVno Saving Silverman!
From the sidelines, we have the support of Sister CT, with beer in hand, shaking like never before, to wave to instill the spirit in the team and yell at all the right consilgio.
yours truly left the field after half an hour. The brave men who want to get too numerous ...
and wheel out the other divine.
At that point begins the grid pattern "party at the Golf Club. Refreshments
shade of white tents near the lawn, well-dressed waiters music in the background.
Start. Mess meat and fish. I note that I do not see a mess of 5 months. Cod. Pork and ombolo. Potatoes. A brief recall on the fish. Decided to return to the thread and vegetables. Here are a fruit salad and passion fruit mousse with. All
inevitably watered beer. With the waiters very diligent to bring new terms as soon as the previous one.
Only the lack of coffee gives us the strength to get up and go back home.
In conclusion I'll never go in the ass, but at least it was a great Sunday.

Almost forgot, the board said this at the end of the battle ...
can not always win the good.

This is life, not a Clips.

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Anthropology Anthropological

certametente As you know are in Luanda.
I think a good starting point for this post (as it comes between us information).
Maybe not all but 'know that the town where I live is called Kilamba Kiaxi, also known as K. Kilamba Kiaxi or K. Not exactly a pleasant resort ', but let's run through today.
"Kilamba Kiaxi, Kilamaba Kiaxi, and Kilamba Kiaxi", and I always' played well in the head, so that, and now I'm doing my share of the more 'profound intimacy', at one point I wanted to call my sons so '. And Kilamba Kiaxi.

Then I discovered the meaning and I realized that was not a good thing.

The districts of Luanda have names most 'diverse and disturbing. In comparison Melara apparently a name of unusual cheerfulness.

Today, therefore, I 'to make a systematic cataloging, systemic and systematized the names of the bairro and municipalities. In short, a scientific treatise with its dignity 'ontological.

Bairro ethnic . Well, those are more 'easy to understand.
The most 'generic. Bairro Popular, for the inhabitants of the world. A little 'international. The
already 'mentioned Congolense,' cause it contained a large market of Congo.
The Cuban district. The assumptions on these mysterious name you'll leave it up to you.
The Chinese have not yet heard, but surely there '. It seems absurd, but there are also here. Full. The same malicious urban legends say that the Asians who live here are in fact 'of convicts to forced labor. You name it.

historic Bairro . Or at least in perfume history. Cumbo
Avo (Grandfather cumbia). From the first name of the owner of this little bar zona.Ve I put down the 'easy, but in reality' is still an open dispute between the sources. The hypothesis most 'ancestor credited wants Cumbo man, as well as' boss of the district. The more 'conspiratorial speaks of it as a trivial operator. The third, in flavor a little bit feminist, argues that in truth 'ancestor Cumbo was a woman. The bairro
golf (1 and 2). I embarrassed to explain it and I state that I for one do not believe it. In the past it was the place where the creeps Porotghesi playing golf ... ...

Remember, my job is supposed to be a scientific treatment tank.

Bairro with names of cities' . Here

names abound. Bemfica and São Paulo.

Bairro untranslatable (the incomplete 'and sources' was a major limiting factor in this Treaty).
Sambizanga (or as some divine thought voluntary, San Bisanga ... protector of that ???), Kassequel, Soooooo Viana and others (Supert sorry, but I've already 'lost the package).

Bairo-TV musical.
Santeiro de Roche. Named after the protagonist of a Brazilian soap opera (but what is missing in Italy to establish, say, UnPostoAlSoleCiti?).
Samba. Samba, samba, samba ...

Titanic. And I hope that at least Di Caprio has been crucified in some corner.

Bairro futuristic but not futuristic.

Nova vida. It 's a district under construction which should boost the whole city'. More 'to someone is crossing his fingers and maybe someone else is touching.

Bairro macabre. My favorite.

CAMAM. Or cemetery.
Lixera. Or landfill. If required, even
Titanic, and after all 'was a crash as well.
But, last but not least, Kilamba Kiaxi. Suffering and death. I live here.

anyone still wants to come visit me??

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Ulysses

And laughter will bury you, 'was written after ...

I was visiting a small malnutrtiti who had been hospitalized for two weeks on the ward, and raised as one of my best intelligent expression, this little creature, which so far only hinted at a smile when pulled down her cheeks, all concentrated as it was not to let the feathers, and 'burst out laughing. Taste. Robe from 272 teeth.

I think I'm almost dead. A gift.

's true. Many have told me. I never wrote the hospital.

It 's not easy, I do not think being capable. I can not be objective.

I wish I could tell of malnourished children arriving on the ward, skin-bones and huge eyes and distant, some already 'too far.

I pause to describe the wonder of how a faccietta excavated from day to day, could blow up a nice pair of cheeks to the point of creeping doubt that the child must have been mistaken at night time.

I wish I could explain the sense of loss that I feel when, to accompany the little ones eaten by hunger, there are no women reduced to extreme poverty ', but certainly not well-off women, but' enough to afford a cell phone.

of anger to see that instead of mothers' milk to children, they are laughing happily together.

of other women who have forgotten the name or age 'of their child.

But you also talked about the many mothers tenderly caring and concerned, attentive to every single syllable that comes out of your mouth, as if from one of those would depend on their lives.

of gratitude that can display.

I want to tell the incredible flavor that seems to have a banana when it is eaten by one of those hungry dwarves or taste you feel when you see them play after so long.

I would talk about the world outside of the Divine. Talk about it without too laugh about.

describe the anguish that go in an ambulance the first time, I had to see how no action, despite the urgency, would shift to one side to let us pass, all absolutely indifferent to the life that was dying on board.

I would probably tell from the episodes of corruption at all levels of society ', which are recounted, the incredible feeling of suffocation that Luandesi intenzonati live well every day, misleading television models satellite is transmitting to the young, increasingly values' reversed. West.

tell you about a country where the coca-cola is cheaper than water (...).

And in all this I would not have even told of the void that seems to leave the ignorance of how the absence of a culture in the layers most 'deprived sections of the population is taking away, every moment more,' the possibility 'a way out.

And the struggle that some monstrous anoglani David (and others) are fighting against Goliath compatriots (AND) to give an education to all.

So only thoughts would be in order, too confused to understand me.
Without an overall view. An outlet. A stream of consciousness. Something like a flush shot. A
Ulysses. Certainly not joiceiano.

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Taaaaaaaaxi!

The purpose of the trip, because 'travel' was not interested. As they say, is not 'important to the show, but the road that has' traveled. Or something like that.

conscious this morning the two main points of the route. Departure: Divina Providencia. Arrival: Rua Primeiro de Maio.

Transport: candonghero.

"C andon ... what?" so I think I actually said 'the first time, come Luanda, I have shown this kind of blue and white van that crowds the streets of the capital. It is said

candonghero: taxi, as well as' only means of transport for many Angolans without your own car. Basic elements: the driver and the quebrador, we known as the conductor, but with 'a particular predisposition for tasting beer. I think it's contract.
Since that first fleeting presentation on my arrival in Luanda, I began to grow secretly hope one day to climb up one of these candonghero.

Still it was spoken with an aura of legend, stories of shootings that had occurred on board, not quite idyllic perfumes, a guide that we euphemistically define sport, muggings ...

So at the first opportunity, accompanying a native, we embarked.

completely banned: short trousers, 'cause the seats may file a pleasant bits of iron, no flip-flops, the mud invades the city streets.

And, above all, well-placed camera in his desk drawer at home.

Cosi 'briskly we approach the meeting point for most candonghero' next to the Divine.

The first leads us to Avocumbi. We are 16 people. It is a bit 'tight. The passengers' heads rhythmically swaying a bit 'for the holes and a little' to Michael Bolton crying in the background.

The second leads us to Congolensi. And we say 'a little' less luxury before, some iron comes out from the seat without the cover, the music is not 'more' among the options. We are in 15. Despite the difficulty 'to sit someone turns around to look at us curiously. Perhaps also hints at a smile.

The third brings us to the Rua Primeiro de Maio. Back in 16.

now I am used to, and 'fun to go through the hidden streets of Baire. A woman next to me, from almost nothing, he begins to explain why 'congolensi so called'.

arrival in Venice '(30 minutes travel vouchers) and take care of the Board, we plan to allow a rapid caffettino, but turns inevitabilmetne in a coke, we're not in Italy.

Starting over backwards. Same location and same stages. But during rush hour. Traffic. The

candonghero turns out to be a bit 'like the joker, is everywhere: in the wrong direction on the sidewalks, turning suddenly cuts in front of the car, stops, scoured, Strip pedestrians. And all this while already 'mentioned quebrador, the window with a beer in hand, without even a little spill, shouting the destination of the vehicle, hoping to pull up some other passengers on the street. Quote

record: 18 people. More 'to another and' added in the running, sitting down beside me and pushing me dangerously close to the box of eggs, 100 and more 'eggs, my neighbor. It ', in addition to passengers, there are also non-transferable their luggage. Gia 'I imagine a hole the right ones and the omelet on my pants. But all goes well.

get home sweaty and happy. Ready for the next race.

The legends are not always true.