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Five-thirty in the morning. Already in the car this morning, woke up at five and go. And even decent sunrise to help me open a little 'heart.

run in the background notes of Southside Of Heaven Ryan Bingham of . I had a CD of this guy and I had not noticed. From listen again for sure, maybe when the return without hassles from time, I put the highway at 85 km / h in relaxation. No, not dangerous quest'andatura, we are not on the American highway. There seems to be on the Salerno-Reggio Calabria studded however, viaducts, tunnels and curved like claws that hurt these mountains stretched to dive into the sea below them. 50 km of asphalt with six construction sites and only two workers in sight. What a mystery, one of these days I try to contact. D. Motorways of the company to ask if these articles ghost are just an excuse for the bloodletting that make you to the tollgate.

foolish thoughts of any one morning. Thank God I notice and ask for support this day. Totally busted, sometimes I feel so.

Yet, while resume Bingham notes, I feel that he is here. Inside every moment of this gray day started too early. It 's easier to notice him in fatigue, fatigue. Mica is a masochist, but it is. When the complaint gives way to recognize the obvious embrace that surrounds me, all you rispalanca. And then, "if I had another job," if I went in serene conditions with the money later this month "," if I were on vacation in the Caribbean, "" if, if, if ... "become 'allies' of reality '. Conditions through which it passes my happiness. Become divine.

Bingham What does it matter in this trip? Not I know. But it happens that a song touches the heart and help people to live better. I find myself wanting to laugh at my idiocy infinity.

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A Face in the supermarket

usual shopping at the supermarket "German" this morning. And 'I broke to look after the needs of this month and do the shopping in this place, we are all poor imitations of the good stuff of the real market.

But in the end I go with 50 € and I filled the cart. I feel a little 'jerk to be satisfied something like that.

exit is not the usual rumenalbanmontenegkazako begging. There is a woman. Well, citizenship is one of those. The face reflects ancient sorrows. The eyes who knows what they are watching. Step further and load in the car. The carriage back and pick the euro. Crossing look while I put the coin in his hand. I'm not even angry inside me, while she sits and holds out his hand. Here in Chiavari not find one that gets up to fix the truck, they remind me of a shepherd, wooden flute and sheepskin vest sitting near the cave in my old crib, a child who persist in keeping me glued with Bostik because I always fell. She did not. A face that seems to tell stories that you would not want to hear.

I think the discussion had in weeks to work, that you should not help any foreigner here. Possibly go helped at home they may become self-sufficient, blah, blah, blah .... and of course I quote only the best comment ...

Solita history that tends to suppress the charity. That gesture that I learned from my mother when I went to church with her. I sat on the bench and I prayed that Jesus would help the guy out. Theories and projects I can do indefinitely, even valid. But what can I say to those who held out his hand? The port with me and without him I am nothing to explain how the world works? I offer the recipe for a living? Or I could give him a little said about the global economic system with plans for political reform ...

other times I tried not to let anything but then I went and I felt more sad. Cristiancattodaminesanvincenzo is not morality. E 'I see a in the flesh that suffers a foot from me and fuck that comes to mind? A social project? One euro will not solve anything but I'm glad we looked at that face.

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Meeting / 365 days a year

Tomorrow, Saturday, the meeting ends. And 'Saturday in reality because they are already two in the morning. This time it's happened, we pulled late in the bunker, including the Inter game, dinner was completed, a few articles to upload to the site, even some discussion. It 'was hard, but we did it. Tomorrow we return home. Crossing the desert living at this hour of the night. It is impressive to walk two hours where before there were thousands of people hot and crowded, the desert is now complete. eerie silence in the immense exhibition. Every so often passes some volunteers on the night shift on a bicycle. Who knows where it is going. It just feels a powerful, smooth voice echoing throughout the fair. E'quella of Giussani. E 'the recorded message heard during a visit to her, beautiful show. Let him go to repeat all night. It 's a warm voice, says that what really matters: "I do not live in vain. It' s my obsession." Makes me a little 'the chills this item that follows you as you try to gain the release of the fair. E 'Fate knocking at the door. Outside, the moon is full. The towers stand out against the light blue sky. It is a great night. It 's a night total. Everything is as it should be everything in the right direction by fate. The Meeting is about to end, but it is not true. The Meeting continues 365 days a year. Just make memories and keep coming back to basics. And do not live in vain, as they would like us to do. He returned to Milan. We have a new friend, Tommy (editors of The Subsidiary shall grant a cigar) The people of the Meeting Volunteers collapsing Flannery In the house mirrors with a Flannery O'Connor The Angel of editing, Cami

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Meeting / Day. what?!

I sleep. E 'last Saturday I sleep four or five hours a night . My hotel room seems to be that of Hunter S. Thompson played by Johnny Depp in the film Fear and loathing in Las Vegas. What Hunter S. Thompson was the king of gonzo writers, so one of my heroes. But really, it's not that I left the meeting, is that I can no longer keep up. I heard the words of the widow Coletta and for the first time in my life I felt proud to be an Italian, and I would get a penny of the faith that she has. I met a lot of nice people, revised friends, made late night after dinner - sumptuous - Subsidiarity Foundation with a lot of friends ... The meeting is too large, you exceeds all sides, and I need to sleep. In short, the Meeting also arrived Alessandro Tanturli that he will talk about the last days. Fair enough. Meanwhile, leave space friend Germano, who has a lot of things of my most beautiful and intelligent, to say ... I go to sleep on the steps of writing ... "Reading these lines on the show of Solidarity , I was reminded that those were precisely the years in high school I came from the parish with the recommendation to pay attention to those of CL, "bad people". And instead I just met Andraghetti, Bottai, the Flame, Battifora, Bottino… E il tramite furono proprio quelle spilline e le cartoline di Solidarnosc. Di acqua sotto i ponti ne è passata una cifra, il rischio è la nostalgia da vecchietto, , ma alla fine in una spirale di incontri vengo rilanciato dal Cardinale Simonis. “La speranza per il continente siete voi” mi dice in auto mentre lo accompagno al Meeting, lui che da vent’anni ci viene sempre. Quella speranza che aspetta al Portico di Compostela, a braccia aperte anche un coglione come me tanti anni dopo quella prima volta nonostante i miei tradimenti: avevano ragione, “brutta gente” quelli di CL. Ti aspettano anche una riga di anni, sono sempre lì, solo un po’ più vecchi e con un po’ di pancia in più” (Germano)