.. and the smoke rose slowly .....
Today there is snow in almost all of Tuscany, last week it snowed and the temperature has remained consistently below zero, with the result that in the streets there was a catastrophe ... better than last year, but again trains, buses, higways, cars etc.. were often blocked.
I hate the snow.
I hate the cold.
I wonder if there's ever been a sunny day in Auschwitz.
I've printed in my mind the image of the Auschwitz's gate in the snow, an image that puts the chill just looking at him ....
I guess you all have read the Dante's Inferno ....
Here, for me, that I have read from child, one of the most effective imagine of all the work is Lucifer at the center of Hell, planted in the ice chest up.
The Emperor of the kingdom dolorous
From his mid-breast forth issued from the ice,
And better with a giant I compare
Than do the giants with those arms of his;
Consider now how great must be that whole,
Which unto such a part conforms itself.
Hell is cold, frosty, icy .... just like my garden now, just as Auschwitz ....
Certainly there was also some sunny day at Auschwitz .... I wonder if someone he's never noticed.
There was always a smoking fireplace, but it was cold even in front of the fireplace ....
How many more fires icy we read, over the years?
How many more mass graves, mangled bodies, lives undone we learned from that we have consciousness?
"Take some kittens, some cute kittens and put them in a box," he says Jamal, a surgeon at Shifa hospital, Gaza 's main, while a nurse rests on the floor before us a couple of cardboard boxes, covered with patches of blood. Seal up the box, and then with all your weight and your strength, jump on it until you hear the bones crunching, and the last muffled meow. "I stare at the boxes in astonishment, the doctor continues "Search Now imagine what would happen immediately after the release of such a scene, the reaction rightly outraged world opinion, the complaints of animal rights organizations ..."The doctor continues his story, and I can not move for a moment my eyes off those boxes put in front of my feet. "Israel has imprisoned hundreds of civilians in a school as if in a box, dozens of children, and then he crushed with the full weight of his bombs. And what were the reactions in the world? Almost nothing. Might as well be born animals rather than Palestinians, we would be better protected. "At this point the doctor leans towards the box and lid off it in front of me. Inside are contained mutilated limbs, arms and legs from the knee down or whole femur, amputated the wounded from the United Nations school in Jabalia Fakhura, far more than fifty victims. Pretending an urgent call, I take my leave of Jamal, actually I go to the toilet, I bend in half and vomiting "
(Vittorio "Utopia" Arrigoni, Palestine, 7 genuary 2009)
Deleted as numbers from the shopping list ...
It's always cold in hell, even in the heat of Palestine .... the corpses were, by definition, cool.
I bet that at Auschwitz there was snow even in summer ... I'm sure there was even snow in Jabalia, that there was in Vietnam, under the bombs of Amerikan, the former Yugoslavia was a walking refrigerator, which so many parts of Africa still are, even if you sweat, which Chile and Argentina's dictators were cold, that in Greece, Spain, Ethiopia and Somalia, where there were fascists, It was cold even in summer.
"I wonder how can a man kill his brother"
Well, I do not know how he does it, but must be one of his favorite pastimes ...
Francesco Guccini ed i Nomadi: Canzone del Bambino nel Vento (song for a child in the wind)
AUSCHWITZ
SONG FOR A CHILD IN THE WIND
I died in my childhood
Together with other children
By hundreds through a chimney
And now, I'm in the wind
And now, I'm in the wind
In Auschwitz 'twas always snowing
The smoke rose so slowly
In the cold winter day
And now I'm in the wind
And now I'm in the wind
In Auschwitz, so many people
In silence, like in a grave
I tell you, I cannot smile
Here, in this cold wind
Here, in this cold wind.
I wonder, how can a man
Kill his brothers and sisters?
And yet, we are millions like dust
blown away in the wind
blown away in the wind
And yet the gun's still roaring
And yet the human beast has
Not quenched his bloodthirst
And the wind blows us away
And the wind blows us away
I wonder, when will it happen
That mankind finally learns
To live without bloodshedding
And the wind finally stops
And the wind finally stops
I wonder, when will it happen
That mankind finally learns
To live without bloodshedding
And the wind finally stops
And the wind finally stops.
Today there is snow in almost all of Tuscany, last week it snowed and the temperature has remained consistently below zero, with the result that in the streets there was a catastrophe ... better than last year, but again trains, buses, higways, cars etc.. were often blocked.
I hate the snow.
I hate the cold.
I wonder if there's ever been a sunny day in Auschwitz.
I've printed in my mind the image of the Auschwitz's gate in the snow, an image that puts the chill just looking at him ....
I guess you all have read the Dante's Inferno ....
Here, for me, that I have read from child, one of the most effective imagine of all the work is Lucifer at the center of Hell, planted in the ice chest up.
The Emperor of the kingdom dolorous
From his mid-breast forth issued from the ice,
And better with a giant I compare
Than do the giants with those arms of his;
Consider now how great must be that whole,
Which unto such a part conforms itself.
Hell is cold, frosty, icy .... just like my garden now, just as Auschwitz ....
Certainly there was also some sunny day at Auschwitz .... I wonder if someone he's never noticed.
There was always a smoking fireplace, but it was cold even in front of the fireplace ....
How many more fires icy we read, over the years?
How many more mass graves, mangled bodies, lives undone we learned from that we have consciousness?
"Take some kittens, some cute kittens and put them in a box," he says Jamal, a surgeon at Shifa hospital, Gaza 's main, while a nurse rests on the floor before us a couple of cardboard boxes, covered with patches of blood. Seal up the box, and then with all your weight and your strength, jump on it until you hear the bones crunching, and the last muffled meow. "I stare at the boxes in astonishment, the doctor continues "Search Now imagine what would happen immediately after the release of such a scene, the reaction rightly outraged world opinion, the complaints of animal rights organizations ..."The doctor continues his story, and I can not move for a moment my eyes off those boxes put in front of my feet. "Israel has imprisoned hundreds of civilians in a school as if in a box, dozens of children, and then he crushed with the full weight of his bombs. And what were the reactions in the world? Almost nothing. Might as well be born animals rather than Palestinians, we would be better protected. "At this point the doctor leans towards the box and lid off it in front of me. Inside are contained mutilated limbs, arms and legs from the knee down or whole femur, amputated the wounded from the United Nations school in Jabalia Fakhura, far more than fifty victims. Pretending an urgent call, I take my leave of Jamal, actually I go to the toilet, I bend in half and vomiting "
(Vittorio "Utopia" Arrigoni, Palestine, 7 genuary 2009)
Deleted as numbers from the shopping list ...
It's always cold in hell, even in the heat of Palestine .... the corpses were, by definition, cool.
I bet that at Auschwitz there was snow even in summer ... I'm sure there was even snow in Jabalia, that there was in Vietnam, under the bombs of Amerikan, the former Yugoslavia was a walking refrigerator, which so many parts of Africa still are, even if you sweat, which Chile and Argentina's dictators were cold, that in Greece, Spain, Ethiopia and Somalia, where there were fascists, It was cold even in summer.
"I wonder how can a man kill his brother"
Well, I do not know how he does it, but must be one of his favorite pastimes ...
Francesco Guccini ed i Nomadi: Canzone del Bambino nel Vento (song for a child in the wind)
AUSCHWITZ
SONG FOR A CHILD IN THE WIND
I died in my childhood
Together with other children
By hundreds through a chimney
And now, I'm in the wind
And now, I'm in the wind
In Auschwitz 'twas always snowing
The smoke rose so slowly
In the cold winter day
And now I'm in the wind
And now I'm in the wind
In Auschwitz, so many people
In silence, like in a grave
I tell you, I cannot smile
Here, in this cold wind
Here, in this cold wind.
I wonder, how can a man
Kill his brothers and sisters?
And yet, we are millions like dust
blown away in the wind
blown away in the wind
And yet the gun's still roaring
And yet the human beast has
Not quenched his bloodthirst
And the wind blows us away
And the wind blows us away
I wonder, when will it happen
That mankind finally learns
To live without bloodshedding
And the wind finally stops
And the wind finally stops
I wonder, when will it happen
That mankind finally learns
To live without bloodshedding
And the wind finally stops
And the wind finally stops.
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