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THE COURAGE OF HIS CHOICE AND THE TEST OF CREDIBILITY '.

By February 11 or better on 22 Bahman in the Persian calendar, the anniversary of the Islamic Revolution, Iranian Supreme Leader Ali Kamenei, promised "a punch in the face to the West ": it may be that what happened on February 9 in front of the Italian Embassy in that country, and other diplomatic missions in Europe, is to be understood as the starter, the warm-up exercise to the most blatant signs preludente , or all, at least for the moment, to be considered out there.

In that time, a crowd of several dozen young hotheads, sign and green bandanas, he delights in throwing stones and eggs at the Embassy Tehran, shouting "death to Italy," Berlusconi to death "and other similar amenities, before being dispersed by police without any dramas in the space of twenty minutes. The official version of regime of the ayatollahs is that they were students rather pissed because our embassy has offered refuge to "troublemakers" involved in recent anti-government riots, but it is virtually certain that these exuberant young men were the reality of the "Basij", ie members of a particular militia , an official from the most notorious "Pasdaran", used mostly to work in civilian clothes, squads in action against dissidents, and in safeguarding Koranic orthodoxy amongst young people and student, where he was cleverly infiltrated.

Now, of course, if anyone can come spontaneously to jump for joy at the fact itself that our countrymen have had to suffer such an attack, we must prevail in addition to the objective consideration that it all worked out without any damage to persons or property, knowing that the Iranian regime to push for a similar, all things considered clumsy reaction can not be Another was that the attitude of clear and specific choice of field operated by Italy in recent days about the situation in the Middle East and issues relating to Iran more directly, and it is this attitude that has done great honor to our country and our Executive .

As known, during his recent trip to Israel, Prime Minister Berlusconi has finally sent it in the attic any remaining policy cerchiobottista o "del piede in due staffe", caratteristica dell'Italia degli anni e dei governi passati, per schierarsi nettamente da una precisa parte, in un contesto internazionale nel quale non è più possibile mantenersi neutrali spettatori e pare ormai evidente, ad ognuno dotato di buon senso ed in buona fede, quale sia la parte giusta da sostenere.

Berlusconi ha innanzitutto garantito massima solidarietà ad Israele, unico stato di tradizione democratica dell'area mediorientale, da tempo impunemente fatto oggetto, da parte di Teheran, di minacce di distruzione totale; minacce rinnovate, quel che è il colmo dell'affronto, proprio in questi giorni di commossa comemorazione mondiale dell'Olocausto. Contro l'Iran - che persiste in refusing the helping hand of the international community and pursuing a nuclear program suspected of wanting more than just the end result in obtaining the atomic bomb, and that continues to stifle in blood every yearning for freedom within it - the Italian prime minister has called for the harshest penalties, the full support of the dissident movement and the progressive abandonment of Western entrepreneurs lucrative commercial relations with that regime.

courageous stance which, as written by the former Chief of Defence Staff Mario Arpino on "Liberal", "we are proud, but we could not think to leave it free of" the Iranian response is proof that Berlusconi caught in sign that the opponent was the point in vivo.

remember when, upon returning to the government of the Prime Minister in 2008, by Al Qaeda or similar environments, there was a cry as "Allah curse Berlusconi 'or equivalent phrase. I was pleasantly surprised, that phrase meant that Italy had returned to driving someone to the greatest enemies of our society believed a credible opponent, who at least consider, if not feared, because of its colorless predecessor, however, you can bet that never would have even wasted the breath to throw a "stramaledizione.

other hand, I felt enraged and felt offended When, some time ago, the indifference of our agriculture policies tiepidina class as usual on these issues, Ahmadinejad called Italy "friendly country" s or down there. But how is it possible, this figure who commanded a bloodthirsty theocratic regime and defying the West with the bogeyman to build an atomic bomb, to insinuate that my country's friend was, moreover, without even receiving them from those who would give her a response in kind?

Now the question is at a crucial point: Iran does not want to listen to reason and a continuing uranium enrichment activities that if they were to carry nuclear weapons, given that these are the only state in the world to declare outspoken in wanting to cancel another off the map, it would create a situation of unprecedented danger for peace and unacceptable to the international community.

Now it seems the aim is to make the commitment to the sanctions (thanks to the courageous action of pressing Italian). Some hope, but unfortunately minimal, you can still put in the eventual success of an internal revolution. The last option would be the military, always to return as much as possible, but never by excluding completely a priori.

But here we are in the field of futurism.

Tommaso Pellegrino

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Remember

much more closely the unbalanced Irish Violet Gibson, who in 1926 shot Mussolini so slightly wounding him, or that other champion of mental health author of an "attack", fortunately without serious consequences that too, against Ronald Reagan , carried out for the love of the actress Jodie Foster, not the "professional" performers of the assassination plans against political leaders and popular race, designed to change the course of history by breaking the flow of those reformers dream of JFK or Martin Luther King.

The male version of Violet Gibson in turn called Massimo Tartaglia, forty years old, clean record, but for ten years, care for psychological problems rather than serious, the victim is none other than the Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, the 'weapon' a banal souvenir reproduction of the Duomo in Milan that the former has seen fit to hurl against the second, after a meeting held by them in Piazza Duomo, sending him to the hospital in a mask of blood, causing damage to the nasal septum, lips and teeth, and prognosis of twenty days.

unanimous, it was hoped it would be, though in different degrees of "warmth", the condemnation of the mad act by the political world, and even some of those little voice of rebuke from those parts of conscience should hear to have deliberately and recklessly created a climate of hatred unprecedented in the national political landscape, replacing the legitimate, for those who are in opposition, constructive criticism to the work of those who govern with the misuse of weapons such as defamation, the personal insult and calumny. A climate that, in addition to being primarily responsible for what happened, magnifies the impact of an event possibly liquidation, in "normal" times, as the regrettable, but all in all not load a particular meaning, a gesture of unbalanced, with less concern about the possible complications of the fact that public policy could act as a detonator or emulations.

However, if Tartaglia is mentally unstable and this has actually translated into practice an unhealthy impulse, le migliaia di scellerati che, su Facebook e in ambienti simili, hanno inneggiato al suo gesto dimostrano inonfutabilmente che sentimenti di avversione viscerale ed irrazionale verso l'aggredito sono, in verità, diffusissimi, e che, quindi, il pericolo che anche a qualcun altro, sulla quantità dei soggetti, possano saltare i freni inibitori che gli hanno finora impedito di perpetrare azioni criminose è reale.

Perchè si abbia qualche concreta possibilità di fare tutti un passo indietro, finchè si è in tempo, e perchè anche da un fatto negativo come questo possa nascere qualche cosa di positivo, occorre che proprio esso riesca a far comprendere a tutti i responsabli che si è ormai giunti ad un punto very difficult to return without exception, and that radical changes need to register.

who pulled the rope to bring the climate in the country at these invivibilità, although it is naive to pretend that recognize their own faults, should at least order with extreme force and "no ifs, ands or buts" acts of violence as that which occurred in Milan, must cease all campaign shameful as that extended to insinuate the idea that the Mafia (or was) a prime minister who, in the day when a sea of \u200b\u200blemmings take to the streets against him also contestandogl this, you almost beheaded by the mob boss of a raid like did not remember from who knows when it must stop supporting the same abbia aspirazioni quasi dittatoriali, quando invece egli avverte soltanto qualche comprensibile sensazione di mani legate per via della ferraginosità dei pur sacrosanti riti ed organi della garanzia e della democrazia, lui uomo di mentalità imprenditoriale, abituato al "fare" senza chiacchiere e senza burocrazia, e, di carattere schietto com'egli è, lo esterna uscendo forse talvolta un po' troppo dal seminato (ammettiamolo), ma lo fa ovviamente soltanto a parole e senza mai neppure sognarsi di mettere in atto comportamenti eversivi, malgrado gli atteggiamenti persecutori, da parte di talune istituzioni, nei suoi confronti da lui denunciati spesso non siano certo fisime, ma reali. Con gli istigatori o apologeti della violenza e del reato, via web o con qualsiasi altro metodo, la mano della legge non dev'essere infine leggera: non è infatti concepibile che i limiti alla libertà di espressione vigenti per i mezzi di comunicazione tradizionali non si estendano anche ai nuovi ritrovati come la Rete.

Purtroppo, l'ambiguità, per non dire peggio, dei commenti a caldo di vari esponenti dell'opposizione, di fronte al volto sanguinante del premier, non indurrebbe propriamente al massimo dell'ottimismo circa le reali intenzioni di certe forze politiche di voltare pagina nel senso sopra auspicato.

Sembrerebbe esserci un elemento, in questa dolorosa vicenda, comune ad un'altra clamorosa performance in una piazza milanese di Silvio Berlusconi: il predellino dell'automobile del leader. Da lì, nel 2007, fu lanciata l'idea del partito unico di centro-destra, che poi si realizzò, portò all'eccezionale risultato delle elezioni successive, a tante iniziali speranze legate ad una situazione parlamentare finalmente chiara, con una maggioranza solidissima, pochi gruppi parlamentari in campo ed un'opposizione moderata dichiaratamente disposta a giocare il suo ruolo correttamente e civilmente. Poi forse qualosa, per strada, si è guastato. Ora, in un'altra piazza poco distante da quell'altra, già dopo essere stato colpito, il Presidente del Consiglio, sfidando il pericolo di eventuali nuovi attacchi, nel caso quel pazzo non fosse stato solo, si è rizzato in piedi su quello that the step, as if to reassure the supporters present was not yet been conclusively demolished.

We take the analogy between the two phases: find the conditions for a peaceful policy, averting the climate of hate, by overcoming the misunderstandings inside the PDL.

us leave that step.

Tommaso Pellegrino

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Travel intestines - Dont Know Da Mae Salong

Since the dawn of preparing various noises were coming to us through the dull pain in bone created by the typical body movements Delprete awakening of our sleep on the hard floor.

All of a sudden you open your eyes, me and Mao, looks perplexed surrounded by gusts of halitosis chilli meet and exchange ideas slowly rising, but the party and then called off, it rubs us properly and go out.

even off junction that sweet face takes us by the arm and leads us to the village for breakfast

Beneath a canopy multitude of people all intent on slicing more 'for some pork definitely still alive before the rise of the Sun God each with its own task: those dedicated to the intestines, another to the lungs, to those who do not know as the most' remote body pig. It was all offal.

We settle at the table, the village head shows up and greets us with open arms while others molitudini of lay people and strives to bring all good things.

We start with the amazing fried diced bacon, then move on to the tripe, all drowned by the rivers of Fanta (False).

Good start for seven in the morning. The Lake is his anointed few cubes, leaving the unpleasant Mao (or thank) the task of brushing the All, who is returning often wrote with guttural roar.

Just enough time to remove the boogers eyed sweet girl who takes the Lake by the hand and leads him by the sorceress Dont Know, in a cabin just a few hundred yards downstream.

There welcome her husband and parents of the masseuse, offering beer and shy smiles.

The Santa smokes a pipe, even as it was a time, before the tobacco, while Mamy, as a kind of scarf on his head and teeth Sheikh holidays, presents us with shy smiles with his mouth wide.

The Lake sits in the chair, throws his feet in the air and you get maimed. Shirt and Jeans King's decree.

Watch the cause of pain and quickly set to work. For almost an hour and a half, I could write down. After just half an hour of agony and the soothing foot bath Lake gets back up and ... walk!

I leave a little 'tip, more' to fill the consciousness socialoccidentale that request.
cicciole have a few more here and there, listening to some 'the Monaco litaneggiare incomprehensible songs, are packaged 4 to rags, are greeted with folded hands a bit' and we all threw in the street, the Lake will be testing the brand-new pair of feet.

And what better time if not to take just those 3 km distance ourselves from the intersection with the highway? On, which are 11.30 and the sun still does not flaky.

arrival Luckily there is a bamboo hut, 'so you can relax a bit' in the shade. Time for a cigarette machine and a separate approaches and agrees to take us to the junction to Mae Salong, which he then turns around and goes to Chiang Mai. You know the Japanese animation of our childhood? The teacher type with gray hair lacquered back? Here, our Caccamo hills it is a living example!

Ci accompagna silenzioso al nostro "punto" che coincide anche con la "frontiera" tra le due province (Chiang Mai, si entra a Chiang Rai).

Il Lake si appanica un pochetto per la presenza delle forze dell'ordine, tipo "ecco, e ora? e se l'autostop è proibito?" e mentre grufola altre paranoie occidentali ecco che il milite con fare agguerrito si avvicina e come in ogni classica occasione fallacea esclama: "dove dovete andare?" " Mae Salong ma...ma..." Il gendarme sussurra qualcosa al suo compare il quale si dirige verso una macchina in arrivo e gli impone di darci un passaggio. Tre ragazzi alla guida di un pick up, rosso fuoco e cabinato, "acconsentono" with a nod and we loaded in the cargo compartment. From the absurd travel speed of all winding hilly roads, it seems we want to pay dearly, that is through clenched teeth.
But the road is a bit 'so, take what comes and accept your fate. With a hidden scratch the horse.

In less than no time you get to Mae Salong, a city of fifty founded by a dissident general of Mao, who left the nefarious designs dictatorial and led his troops from Yunnan on the other side of the border, in Prathet Thai (Land of the Free Men), to four thousand feet of sweeping views of the valleys below and protected from Giugliano lush.

Here tea is grown, the green of the highest quality. It replaced the massive cultivation of opium, which allowed these isolated people, inhabitants of a land inaccessible to survive in the exchange.

Mae Salong always raining, or if they are better in the rain and do a hundred meters, which is not raining here '. But then if I do another five raining again, this microscopic that even get wet.

and gray clouds torn from burning rays of the sun. The eagles nest in short.

Mae Salong all merchandise market is haggling. Numerous unspoilt charming shops and stalls they made their way to the view that broadens the horizon at every step.

Peddler hucksters simple merchants loudly extolled the numerous tea estates of their products, offering small tastes delicious qualified the highest quality. More 'some customer curious tourists are carried away by custom and way give valuable minutes of absolute pleasure, a sort of gallery of scents infusions and explosion of the palate, a perfect mechanism as those clocks on the hour that the east offer pieces of life (no more ') policy.
Toto and I are hard at bay, for the moment, which means rice belly. So little rice panza.

The first restaurant is doing well, even if it cost us more in the thirty baht '. C'est la Vie.

We decide to rent a scooter, given the ups and downs and the Lake still limping. You go to Megatempio four kilometers upstream, right on the top, from where the Lake takes some of these photos.

He looks around for the usual sun canopy but there is no trace. It is drizzling here, as already mentioned.

We descend back to the country, takes every single path that could lead to the center of the country (the stairs SHOULD be), it often results in burial pagodas that oh well the free spirit but the hammock next to the dead is something of a creaking every night is mine.

now exhausted and without a bancarellina result you end up with a beautiful view over the village. It was decided to try. Go with the dance of the tea.

Oulong, Yasmine, Ginseng, Oulong first choice, all designed, everything is perfect, gestures, and according to tradition. The Lake is enchanting, like Mao, but not overjoyed, he echoed again in the ancient flavors maialiferi.

Despite the ecstasy saporifera si decide di non comprare, che questa è la prima e magari lo paghiamo il doppio.

Il venditore quindi si gioca l'asso e invita all'assaggio della frutta caramellata. Risparmio la manfrina (nostra), porto direttamente a conoscenza i costi: 350 bath ai quali si devono aggiungere baht 200 investiti dal Lago per un chilo di costosissimo Macadamia. Tè no grazie tutto il resto è mio.

Si riscende, si inforca senza speranze l'ultima viuzza che porta "su" e...le scale! La pagoda! Meraviglioso, anche stanotte si dorme.

Si riscende a valle per uno spuntino e poi si stende l'amaca. Ma non si dorme subito.

Questa notte il cielo torbido di Mae Salong ci fa un dono. Ha deciso di dar spazio alle incontenibili stelle di una tiepida notte tropicale.

 Coltivazione del Tè

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The Duel - Do not Know from Thaton to Mae Kok

Al risveglio il Mae Kok era ancora lì, a suonare la sua litania ancestrale.

Noi ci si alza, si riflette un po' sul prendere una barca, che ci avrebbe portato a Chiang Rai, inclusa visita a qualche villaggio sperduto, poi però un po' la voglia di raggiungere il Triangolo d'Oro, un po' il prezzo del battello stesso, fissato in 350 baht a capoccia, ci hanno riportato sulla amatissima strada, a dito alzato e attacchi di disidratazione acuti.

Dopo circa un'ora ci si trova ancora sotto il sole, e l'unico che si ferma è un motorino con in sella un uomo panzottello e una dolce ragazza dai tratti decisamente oriundi, che facevano pendere le sue radici tra Cina, Birmania e chissà quale area remota del MyanVietThaiCamb.

"I am the director of a nearby school, on the road (the only) that leads to the river and through the villages of the tribes of the North" begins ThaiPanz "follow integration projects between the various villages and the people of Thailand. The school is now closed for the holidays, but tomorrow there will be more 'student because of some of the monks are praying for us. It would be my honor to have you as guests "

" You can stay at my place, "concludes sweet girl is.

E 'at a glance, because Maostralo of these occasions, if they do not escape.

Now, in four the scooter is a bit 'tight, it was not for her I almost Panzona ..... away, still a bit' with his finger on. Just another hour.

What then stops the usual pick-up, well pleased (and quite fast considering the speed supported) to take us right there at that intersection that if you turn right and then you die you see the tribes in Mae Kok

Glug Glug

a camminatina And then, just a couple of chilometrini.

"Hello! Hello!" the first village, the shy smiles and here we are second in front of the gate, with all ThaiPanz intent to prepare a feast.

We eat like pigs, it collapses aul floor (on mat ed) home sweet girl and faints for at least 4 hours.

Outside it began to animate people laden tables and benches for the day tomorrow and the two of us snored like animals greasy.

In the morning it helps to settle the last bench, have a look around to see if ... e. ... e. .... and you see a soccer ball, and children and chase the boys' or pallune same.

Half an hour at sunset, do not you let this slip away, we like good Italian average rose to Zoff Dear Cabrini ... and Oronzo Canà. Syndrome because of the coach Bring It dwells forever in the heart of every self-respecting Italian average.

Mao called to gather, looks like Toto (Toto who? Schillaci, Christmas?) And divides the teams average age fair. 75 years a team.

Education:

MaoTeam:

Porter, a promising young football tribal (7 years), two thoroughbred foals of 16 years each on the flanks, while Toto is in the middle row ("Toto "Baths? Mysteries of the zone)

The Lake ranks instead a very young team but reckless, composed by goalkeeper (7 years, too) right wing (8) the left wing (20? 30? physical young man, face covered with old-style haircut Millian Crime at Chinese Restaurant (uelà, now you mention all our own masterpieces!), whereas the same lake, Expert gray, went to the center to Franz, the style was the same (because otherwise the average person who pulled up?)

The game is glowing tones, with the Lake scatenatissimo to sort and right missing and Toto intent on hindering the CannavaroCastAway. And also that the Lake in a somewhat 'Rudelli.

The result will not unlock my young team and a bit' demoralized, and the captain starts to lose shots, so that the team off guard equine Mao stabs. Once, twice, five times in the face of countless occasions LagoTeam resulted in a few markings.

Mao's team continues to score a landslide, we will die together with the setting sun and lost count of how many times we pierce.

We mostly 'one reel, and stumbles. And the Lake trims also a kick from a triple expulsion of the Colts, who jumps up and takes over the gallop, while I, already crippled left (deflated ball and bare feet onto concrete) finish the work well smashing right .

Again a couple of tantrums opponent and ends the match. In the dark night.

000-7-1 ... and good night.

Actually no, dinners with professors was. Men on one side. Women on the other. Just as we are. Reeks.

You eat a little 'hands, chatting in Thai (them) and finally free.

Megadocciona disinfectant and then he jumps there, the entrance of the house sweet girl, with legs in the air massaging superinfortunato Lake with all kinds of TigerUnguento and Mao ago by shuttling between the shower room and ThaiPanz.

Sweet tells us a bit 'its history, at times romantic at times difficult.

We scratched a bit 'beard disconsolate, we each can boast of its fragrant armpit and go to Ninno. That tomorrow is long and I must find a way to be able to walk again.

The Valley Where the school is - one -

The Valley Where the school is - two -