I know. This blog is a crisis of identity. Around choke the cinema. Moreover, these are not times to talk about something else. How could we ...?
I should go to the movies this afternoon. Instead I stayed home. The rain has convinced me to continue my reading of A Hero bourgeois. I immersed myself for hours in the tale of Stajano. I got lost in the maze of corporate climbing, Chinese boxes, complacent political, religious blessings ... I have read all the rotten Sindona activities, of which I know little or nothing. My information so far, and I do not mean to recapture the cinema by the hair, I came from Placido film, I saw at the time of the affair completely blank and so unprepared for the strong emotions that stirred me. I cried in the scene where Bentivoglio Ambrosoli testament reads the letter to his wife. And I shed a few tears to suffer again in the programs of these days, I am referring to those of the Rai and Minoli Piroso La 7. It's stronger than me: honesty touches me. I am preparing the first lesson of the year of Civics (Citizenship and the Constitution, and the Gelmini want the call). I decided to leave Article 54: faithfulness to the Republic. I will talk about Ambrosoli, then Caponnetto and then gradually the other servants of the Republic. I want to give my students positive examples, which may one day follow. This is why I am documenting on Ambrosoli.
Reading Stajano, I said, I brought in the waters of the Acheron and tortuous political and financial malfeasance. I also forgot the phone in silent mode, not hearing messages and phone calls. Andreotti, the Vatican, the Mafia, the Secret Service, attempted coups, the P2 ... the loneliness of Ambrosoli ...
for me were the years of vegetative life, how could I understand? In 1974, when I was born, there was the massacre of Piazza della Loggia, the bomb sull'Italicus, seizure Sossi ...
Mamma mia, here I lived in that state? All I seemed to be fine, as Sinatra sings, but would not do anything!
Taken from reading these thoughts and I absently turned on the TV. They had already made the eight, there was the news ... Berlusconi told a joke.
I should go to the movies this afternoon. Instead I stayed home. The rain has convinced me to continue my reading of A Hero bourgeois. I immersed myself for hours in the tale of Stajano. I got lost in the maze of corporate climbing, Chinese boxes, complacent political, religious blessings ... I have read all the rotten Sindona activities, of which I know little or nothing. My information so far, and I do not mean to recapture the cinema by the hair, I came from Placido film, I saw at the time of the affair completely blank and so unprepared for the strong emotions that stirred me. I cried in the scene where Bentivoglio Ambrosoli testament reads the letter to his wife. And I shed a few tears to suffer again in the programs of these days, I am referring to those of the Rai and Minoli Piroso La 7. It's stronger than me: honesty touches me. I am preparing the first lesson of the year of Civics (Citizenship and the Constitution, and the Gelmini want the call). I decided to leave Article 54: faithfulness to the Republic. I will talk about Ambrosoli, then Caponnetto and then gradually the other servants of the Republic. I want to give my students positive examples, which may one day follow. This is why I am documenting on Ambrosoli.
Reading Stajano, I said, I brought in the waters of the Acheron and tortuous political and financial malfeasance. I also forgot the phone in silent mode, not hearing messages and phone calls. Andreotti, the Vatican, the Mafia, the Secret Service, attempted coups, the P2 ... the loneliness of Ambrosoli ...
for me were the years of vegetative life, how could I understand? In 1974, when I was born, there was the massacre of Piazza della Loggia, the bomb sull'Italicus, seizure Sossi ...
Mamma mia, here I lived in that state? All I seemed to be fine, as Sinatra sings, but would not do anything!
Taken from reading these thoughts and I absently turned on the TV. They had already made the eight, there was the news ... Berlusconi told a joke.
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