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Tale: Cobra Montichiari-Milan 0-8 Chiefs

The story of the beautiful day Saturday, December 18, 2010 CHIEFS where Milan won their first game of the story may start with our departure from Milan. While the other fellow adventurers have moved on their behalf, and I Matiz Ilario Ilario's house we started at 16.40 assigned to the ice rink where the Milan Montichiari CHIEFS should have been addressed at 18.45 the hosts. The journey from the runway of "Cobra" was quiet. We walked across the highway safely in snow and traffic, except that the temperature fluctuated between zero and -7 degrees. Exit at Brescia Est and follow the directions we headed toward the small track to hockey at the Fiera di Montichiari. At the car park we found ourselves in front of a white marquee. At the entrance of the track we found our teammates and hosts that were waiting for us to give us their well come. "Admittedly, the temperature difference between inside and outside the track did not feel there were no locker rooms to change, there were no the showers to wash, but being willing to do anything for this sport we have not minimante worried indeed. " Before we begin to prepare the public since he was abandoned skating track, and then slowly was emptying we got our bags and we headed to an area of \u200b\u200bthe marquee that the "Cobra" We had prepared ourselves for change, we have several chairs and two benches rose which we later used as benches during the game. Our group consisted of 11 players then went down to ten as the absence of the referee, Hilary has volunteered to do so. We were: me, Luke, Brizio, Ivana, Stephen Arnold, Mark Reggiroli, Andrew, and Alexander Marco Parenti. The track is of small size (42x22) and had a non-uniform ice with various bumps, there were no lines drawn on the ice and the balustrades are low. The game was held up three times by 15 minutes and unlike the normal game is played four against four. After a brief warming has begun meeting between the "Cobra" and the "Chiefs" before a good audience warm. In the first period we did a lot of effort is to put together a diagram to understand how to play, like being on ice. In fact, the first portion was very bubbly and with few scoring chances. The first of the two intervals the result was 1-0 for us with the only goal scored by Luke. After the start of the race uncertain, we have unleashed in the second scoring a quintet: there were two goals from Luca, one of Arnold, Alessandro and Andrea Lorusso. At the final whistle of the second period on the result was 6-0 for us, although the difference could be larger. After a second third of excellent workmanship in the third period, however, we have been monitoring the various attacks of Montichiari while remaining with the clean sheet thanks to the amazing "gate" Sala. At the last village we went to sign twice: one goal and one Arnaldo Brizio. The friendly match ended 8-0 for the Chiefs as they get their first win of the history and the record did not concede a goal. For Hall it is a small triumph: many years ago won a championship playing as a striker and scoring the first goal of the final, now in a different role has managed to do a shootout, I would say something incredible. At the final whistle the Cobras that we found ourselves in the middle of the fairway, and we parted amicably making compliments with each other, since for them it was the first official game ever. While we were changing came to see the president of the "Cobra" Alberto Marinelli thanked us warmly for everything. "We still do to reciprocate their hospitality." After we changed, and rejoiced in our company we found the entrance to the marquee where all the Montichiari company was celebrating with them and we celebrated with pizza, sandwiches, cake and lots of drinking (as usual). Finished the festivities and made the necessary thanks Hilary and I have made the journey back to Milan happily for the glorious day of "fuck" Chiefs
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HISTORIC VICTORY CHIEFS

a little over a year after birth Chiefs of Milan, just outside of Christmas, here comes the first, historic victory "fuck". All this was consumed on the ice of Montichiari. The final result was 8-0 to Milan in addition to the first successful closed without having been a single goal in the first shootout of the goalkeeper Hall. Then put pictures of the game and the filmmakers. Meanwhile let's enjoy this win! with the usual cry: "Let's go CHIEFS.

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14.esimo workout Wednesday, December 1, 2010

We're coming close to the Christmas holidays and the formation of the CHIEFS is training now in mid-September to the friendly affronatare of 18 teams with the homonym in Montichiari and 2011 with the other friendly matches and tournaments.
this year than last season workouts on Wednesday focused more on non-match and that's it, but it is divided into two parts first workout with basic exercises to refine technique and improve skating, but in the second half an hour ago looking for a practice match to respect the roles and put into practice what learned or experienced in the first part.
This year the team is a good group, there are many new faces but the spirit "CHIEFS" is always the same ...." FUCKING "!!!!! Now we have the rest of Sant'Ambrogio, the training will resume Wednesday, Dec. 15, then before the Christmas break, Friday workout and then another 17 on 18 game against the Montichiari.
Who will want to follow the Chiefs in Montichiari is welcome .....
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Friendly Cobra Milan Montichiari-CHIEFS

The friendly Montichiari not be held against the more Saturday, December 11 at 18:45 Saturday, December 18, but always at the same time. The meeting is held at the ice rink of Montichiari and will be the first friendly of the season Milan Chiefs. We expect many to follow the team .....

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Hello everyone. Who wants to play and train once a week can report it by mail at milano_chiefs@hotmail.it , you will be contacted. They were some places. We are looking for nice people and make group! Superstar not .....
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workout summary of Milan CHIEFS

Unlike last season, this year's training of "fucked up" Milan Chiefs are devoted more to improve our level of play and skating to the legendary one-match against Blue Bianchi to conduct the training instead of Renzo Morelli for the first part of the year will not be with us, is a duo formed by Luca Bertocchi and Alessandro Bertelli .....: after the first workout seems that the whole team is happy and who is willing to listen and learn it .... except that as usual Brizio not guesses an even older ..... great. A mini-match takes place before the end of each workout Wednesday, October 6 and we were able to play a better match. It 'been stingy goals, it ended 1-0 to the whites led in Sala gate leads from the great goalkeeper ... The other goalie "Romano" has played well but could not keep clean sheets. Wednesday, 13 was not conducted training because the ice rink was rented from a holy woman who charges to give abbbracci, some think they also paid the bar to remain closed Palasesto mica ..... fuck .. ... Okay we'll make next week. New this year is that we have two more workouts to Friday which will be repeated during the practice match the legendary ....
Follow all shouting the motion of the team battle: "Let's go CHIEFS "!!!!
(Andrea Hall)

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Belgrade in Belgrade, a day of sun and destruction

My eyes are open from early morning, finally woke up not by cold feet but by the sun slanting on my face. No sound comes from the street, waiting to warm up the tea water I wonder where she is the long line of cars clacsonanti I tore a smile to every revival the last few days, making me come up with the traffic via Duomo Naples. I leaned over, Admiral Gepri street is deserted, the two ends of policemen on a war footing in double row, with shining helmets and batons are stored. Welcome to the days of color and freedom of expression, the pride of being different, but rather the ability to express it without being beaten: the Gay Pride in Belgrade. They said on TV that more than six thousand police officers were deployed along the route of the event and in different parts of the city, connected to the mobile units to move quickly if required, and supported by helicopters, armored hammer and army units. This time the Serbian state has taken the responsibility for deploying all its forces parade, reminiscent of the lynchings of 2001, the first attempt at a Gay Pride in the city, government and the humiliation of 2009, when the event was first moved and then canceled by the organizers of the impossibility of ensuring the safety of protesters. After a quick shower, I walk towards the park Manjez cheerful, the starting point of the parade, crossing cordons of police on every street, a few passers-by, a little 'because it's Sunday, a little' Belgrade because many expect the worst.

A friend who was anxious to reach me is calling me saying he can not get out: Some youth groups have been waging a battle with the police in his own way, have already set fire to two cars, for now he remains holed up at home. The atmosphere becomes even more heavy when agents check me several times in the documents, I searched and ask questions before you leave to enter the park with a bracelet and a pink sticker for recognition. In the garden is like being in a dream, the music sends a high repetition hit and glam rock seventies and eighties, a host of festive colors, smiles, gay and straight, young and old hippies, elegant gentlemen in double-, and anti-fascist groups human rights organizations, delegations from the Balkans and Eastern Europe, are preparing to withdraw. I know several boys and girls Belgrade, are in fibrillation, keep telling me that this is a historical moment, at last the longed-for Gay Pride may proceed without fear of right-wing extremists and football hooligans who infest the city. Warm smile, but we are all aware of how this park is a ghetto presided over by the army, if there were no weapons to defend ourselves we'll not do so well, and some fear remains suspended in the air thinking at the time to get out here. The stage set up for the occasion, take the word of the OSCE and representatives of the European Parliament and the Serbian Minister for Human Rights and Minority Svetozar Ciplic, booed for his tepid defense of the rights of the LGBT community. Many European diplomats are mixed with the crowd, visibly complacent. He read a lot lately in the newspapers critical of the government of Tadic as the Gay Pride has been an event for many more "political" set up for Europe, a test of democracy "in the eyes of foreigners, that the true expression of popular sentiments. In fact, you feel a certain conservatism in Serbian society. Yesterday they peacefully expressed their opposition to the parade, many families and faithful of the Orthodox Church, supported by some long-bearded priest, waving wooden crosses, and pointing to homosexuals as "sodomites." Contiguous but different protests by extremists of the 1389 Group and Obraz (Dignity), which threatened "blood to the knees "and" death to gays "on the city walls and in their newsletters. With the deployment of forces today really seems that the government wants to turn the widespread climate of impunity for those who incite hatred on the other in Serbia.

We go out accompanied by all sides, the peace flags waving in the sun imperative of Belgrade. We will be no more than a thousand, all close to encourage ourselves now that we're on the road. On either side, despite the deterrence of police, hooded guys are watching aggressive in showing us the middle finger. Passing near a church I see a small group of faithful who sings hymns to us with the inevitable icons, deep in dramatic signs of the cross, guarded by a cordon of officers. On the road Nemanjina the procession crosses the two skeletons of military buildings bombed by NATO in 1999, a dark background to joy that passes through us. The parade lasts very little, even after two blocks, routes in half an hour, we arrive at the Student Cultural Center and invade peacefully taking part in the festivities organized. Disco music, beer and dancing releases dampen anxiety, Gay Parade went well, the news from the city are disturbing but no protester was involved. In the early afternoon the festival continues, but begins the 'evacuation'. The police thought everything, is ready to load up small groups of trucks used for the transfer of detainees, to guide them to a safe place. Not far from here, some jackals do not wait more than a few unwary participant who ventures alone to the house. Within in half with a dozen others, we are packed like sardines, there is no light and only a faint breath of air enters through the window. The situation is ludicrous, we are somewhere between prisoners and minorities at risk, do not even know exactly where they lead us. After driving for fifteen minutes, finally opened the door for us to get in front of a police station in Novi Beograd, seemingly far from the fighting.

I decide to walk to the downtown areas, I felt that many guerrillas are underway in various parts of the city. Terazije the intersection there is a large group of kids is devastating and car windows. Passers-by looked curiously, some took refuge in the few shops open. A man tells me that this situation reminds him of the war, in Sarajevo. The faces of these kids, as the case held up as ultra-nationalists, skinheads, hooligans and thugs, or just troublemakers, they are drawn, but they seem to have fun destroying and creating chaos. If they had a gay in his hands probably would kill him, yet they are young, many of them have Less than twenty years, with some girls who are watching them from nearby. There are also some older veteran with a shaved head and amphibians. They decide to break the window of the Nike megastore, past the balloons and staged impromptu practice match between the stones and broken glass. Not even two minutes after arriving in the running cops in riot gear, delivering blows and kicks and a couple of arresting protesters. I am in the midst of the fighting and saved me from the police stop and rest because I do not run, thus proving to be among the violent. The boys, dressed in tracksuits and sneakers acrylic fashion, fleeing in every direction, stopping only for a moment to throw stones from their pursuers. To Finally, the death toll from clashes in the city will be one hundred twenty-four police and rioters injured seventeen, two hundred and four arrests and one million euro in estimated damage. The extremists, he says, were more than six thousand. On international and local news will be fighting to keep the counter, slipping into the background the successful Gay Pride parade. Even some members of opposition parties reiterate their criticism of the government's decision to hold the parade despite knowing that there would be violent protests. For many here in Serbia, as the mayor of Belgrade, sexuality is a matter to be taken within the four walls. I'm going home, a little 'distressed. I also like some of the "extremists" who had escaped arrest'll be coming home, maybe in a suburb of barren fields and cement, into a family that does not give him much listening, too busy to cope with the costs or too absorbed in watching television. I have a feeling that the gay c'entrino little with anger and hatred that have been seen on the streets of Belgrade today they are being objective, tomorrow may be Muslims, Kosovars, emancipated women, hawkers the immigrants. For the generation raised on bread and Serbian football fan, peppered with television commercials and slogans of the Chetniks "Greater Serbia", with few prospects in front of many dilemmas and unresolved behind the explosion of anger seems more a desperate demonstration of presence in the world.

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2010-11 SEASON BEGINNING OF CHIEFS

The new season should start on Wednesday, 22. For athletes of the Chiefs pre-season meeting for all questions is Monday, 13 hours 21 to Bresso beer shop. I remind everyone to bring along the registration fee as last year. Imperative to have the quota. hello "fucked up".

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We can see the reality in two ways:

Can you believe literally what read in the newspapers, listening to the radio, seen on television and what the media expose groups: this is a secure, easy, puerile, enchanting view of the world. We can call this a "Disney version" of the World, where the regular and predictable daily universe oscillates between a pair of delimited values \u200b\u200band cognition: Right Sinistra.Dove and traditional media (television, newspapers, radio) do so unsatisfactory and honest their job to inform.

We can also call into question this form of hypnosis gradually gregarious and access to the knowledge of a secret history, invisible, denied by the different authorities, a story never told on TV and that breaks many taboos.

media groups persecute a policy of concealment and distortion of events corresponded with the interests of their owner-managers (at best), we are dealing with a premeditated program of accelerated degradation before which a "Panem et ciercenses "of ancient Rome is a simple anecdote.

E 'now clear that there is no such thing as a "comprehensive plan" that through the generations is being implemented in history, through the coordinated activities of various organizations and personalities. These include institutions and their members in different plots. The secret societies, the revolutions, wars, economic crises, among many other events, they bear witness and take part in these activities. Masons, Jesuits, Ilumina, Bavaria, Rosacruces, Templar or Thueleani bear witness, through a plurality of circumstances, an invisible presence and decisive, without which the events are dull and disconnected from any virtual explanatory. Not to mention the secret services, economic pressure groups, representatives of organized crime, science and the arts.

There are many who see the gradual creation of a planetary global order (the New World Order), or a conspiracy of the leaders of the "secret government". Politicians would be little more than broadcasters or employees of the second row. The independence of nations, an obstacle to overcome: through specific wars (the invasion of Iraq and of 'Afghanistan today, the sera, Pakistan and Iran in a moment), economic crises designed (South-East Asia, Latin America) through a rhetoric campaign pseudo-humanitarian or ecological (human rights, sustained growth, etc.). The sound box typically is the United Nations, a forum of state bureaucracies, which is considered the highest organ of sovereign legitimacy in world politics, to the people narcotized by the mass media. In this plot socialism was merely an instrument to consolidate unparalleled concentration of power in the hands of a few elites, weaken and destroy the middle class, sponsorizzazando both the police and implementing mind control. The Trilateral Commission (David Rockefeller), the Bilderberg Club (Rockefeller, Kissinger ...) or the Council of Foreign Affairs (Kissinger, Brzezinski ...), are examples of institutions, some of which are transnational, operating as a forum for meeting and recruitment of the new elite and preparing the stage of submission Pharaonic planet in the twenty-first century.

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Turkey raises his voice

The air is tense in Gaziantep. As in many other cities of Turkey, associations for the protection of human rights, religious groups and ordinary citizens, have their eyes on Gaza and Israel and on the evolution of events. A few hours after the Israeli commando attack on Freedom Flottille in international waters in the main square of the Gaziantep stalls put up for the summer festival were wrapped in Palestinian flags, wooden tables have replaced the kebab grills, and a murmuring crowd discusses the facts and opinions, with their ears glued to the two speakers that broadcast news 24 hours 24. It opened a deep wound between the two states, by unanimous political man in the street, which will have impacts on structures in the Middle - East and the peace processes underway in the region, this is the dominant idea. Nine people were killed in the attack, according to all Turkish latest information. A board of three boats, sponsored by the turkish government, there were direct humanitarian aid to the population of Gaza, which for years barely surviving the embargo decided by Israel following the election Hamas. Among the nearly six hundred passengers, determined to break the blockade in a peaceful but determined there were activists, journalists and diplomats from 35 countries, mostly from Turkey. The details of the attack on the dynamics are still uncertain and will be clarified in the investigation relied upon by the UN and the international community, but some indisputable facts explain the harshness of the reactions, especially Turkey, and the frost which surrounds these days in Israel. First, the collision of the ferry turkish "Mavi Marmaris" occurred in international waters 70 miles off the coast of Gaza, by speed boats and military helicopters dropped soldiers, and then outside the jurisdiction of Israel. Second, the Israeli army assaults, even if indirectly, a country that is part of NATO, Turkey, and it does killing and injuring people with peaceful intentions. The day after the attack, all the editorials of the Israeli press have not hidden the truth, agreed that both the country's international image irreparably compromised. Even the focus on the living conditions of Palestinians in Gaza is again the focus of debates, and the old excuse of "right of defense," according to many, but not any longer work as a source of legitimizing unilateral Israeli military operations. "Yesterday there was no one on planet, no journalist or analyst, except that the chorus of his military service, he could say a good word on the deadly collision "Gideon Levy wrote in Haaretz. Turkey is waiting anxiously referring to Prime Minister Erdogan in parliament. In his speech, which resounded in every street and every house, has been able to take the pulse of the country, raising his voice and not too veiled threat by launching. "They have once more shown the world that know how to kill people. Israel can not in any way justify this murder, will not wash away the blood from his hands, this is an act of state terrorism. Turkey will not pass up this massacre, they must understand that the hostility of Turkey is as strong as the value of his friendship, "he thundered Erdogan. In addition, he requested the immediate release of all activists in Israeli hands and the opening of the UN investigation into the incident. Even if the turkish ambassador in Tel Aviv has been called up, you can not talk about the final rupture of diplomatic relations between the two countries. Erdogan declined to say how far Turkey has used all the means provided by international law and diplomacy in its relations with Israel, and will continue so in the days ahead.

is a new scenario that is being established in the Middle - East and connect previous events current developments, it is clear a new balance between the forces active in the region. Until five years ago would have been unthinkable a position of Turkey as clear and above all autonomous from the United States. The decades-long subordination of the previous Turkish governments towards the Americans, and their alliance with Israel, was due to a substantial margin in the assembly of the NATO countries (of which Turkey is the only member among the Muslim countries) and a low power influence in the affairs of the Middle East on leverage. For a long time, relations with neighbors of the Turks Syrians, Iranians and Iraqis were going to be a cowardly indifference to open hostility, which for historical reasons enmity between Turks and Arabs and Muslims, between Shiites and Sunnis, and the willingness of the Turks to show more like the West. Much has changed in almost ten years of rule by the AKP, the Justice and Development party, the Islamic roots. The super active foreign minister Ahmet Davutoglu inaugurated a policy of conciliation with its neighbors, at which have been woven into new political alliances and commercial partnerships. The opening of borders between Turkey and Syria, in Iraq wanted the investments by the government, mutual visits by Erdogan and Ahmadinejad in their respective countries and the recent Turkish mediation on Iran's nuclear, are some of the points of rupture with the past and the celebration of new role that Turkey wants in the Middle - East. If we consider the loss of global influence of U.S. policy for bleeding suffered in Iraq and the emergence of powers like Russia and China, it is clear how they are forming new degree of autonomy for the actions of countries that refuse to consent America in their decisions. Undoubtedly, Turkey is one of these countries, which cleverly uses its strategic location and privileged relations with the West and the Muslim world to serve as a new mediator. Israel has benefited for a long alliance with Turkey, the only one of its neighbors to show themselves friendly. The military cooperation between the army turkish and Israel goes back to the municipality of anti - Islamic armies of the two, and was substantiated by exchanges of military and strategic agreements, ongoing. Since 2000, customs duties have been removed between the two countries, and exchanges take place within a free trade area. The Turks had set as a mediator between Israelis and Palestinians who are interested in a resolution to ease tensions in the area. In recent years, however, the loss of influence of the military in Turkish politics, the new relationship with Muslim neighbors opened by the AKP and the reckless military actions of Israel have deteriorated the relationship between the two states. At the end of 2009, the attack Israeli military in Gaza raised harsh criticism in Turkey and a condemnation of the incident by Erdogan, who called it "a crime against humanity." A further series of diplomatic incidents, such as harsh words spoken at the Davos Economic Forum by the Prime Minister turkish against expressions of humiliation suffered by Ambassador turkish Peres in Tel Aviv in January 2010, have spread among the Turkish citizens a hostility with the events of the attack on the "Freedom Flotilla" has reached its critical mass.

Many Turks regard the Israeli army's action an attack on Turkey, and the evidence the unwillingness of Israel to resolve the Palestinian issue in a peaceful manner. Turkey did not wait this time the movements of Americans, and launched into a condemnation in no uncertain terms, using heavy words, eerily similar to those that come from Iranian leaders. The danger to Israel comes from losing a valuable ally in the region, which could become a formidable enemy. As it seems unlikely to be Turkey's alignment with Iran, since the main interest of the Turks is the specter of a war of their borders and do not feed it, now Israel is no longer alone. The stubborn will to keep control of their nuclear arsenals, recently reiterated, and defiance of international law, are isolating Israel by the international community. The United States has tried to resize the condemnation of Turkey, suggesting that the ally is not in this way you will find a solution to the difficult situation in Gaza. But their words are likely to fall on deaf ears, at a time when new international actors, such as Turkey and Iran, take up the challenge of creating major new centers in the world order and decided to act more independently. I believe two factors are fundamental in addressing the Iranian nuclear issue by the Americans, it is necessary to take into account the nuclear potential of the whole the region, including Israelis, in an effort to contain proliferation. The method of the two weights and two measures failed. Secondly, the international community should make serious efforts and jointly to force Israel to remove the block from Gaza and stop building settlements in Palestine, even a child would understand that the Israeli pressure on Palestinian Arabs that food does not consent about extremist groups like Hamas (which was democratically elected by the people of Gaza), and alienates allies or those who try to follow democratic means to the resolution. Ultimately, to change the intransigence of Israel, both for practical reasons of finding the new balance regional and global, both for humanitarian reasons, not to be regarded by history as the Nazis of our time.

Meanwhile, Gaziantep, Istanbul, Ankara, and in all major cities in Turkey, the Palestinians continue to wave flags from every window. Today there will be a state funeral for the victims of attacks on vessels peace, a time of national mourning that the Turks even closer to the Palestinians and put another stone in memory impossible to eradicate.

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The country where we are - part III

The Esmer is on the third floor of a palace on the boulevard that bisects the center of Gaziantep, near the district Armenia without Armenians. Of them are now only houses and churches, people were deported or emigrated many years ago, when things go wrong for Christians. Under the banner painted in red and green stands the inscription "Sanatçı Kahve" coffee of the artists. When you enter, you have to greet everyone present, including the owners, if not by hand at least a nod. Here we use it. A dozen small tables are distributed in the only room in the lower room with chairs around small, the fabric of the padding, once bright, is worn and frayed at the corners. From the rough wall hang oil paintings that give warmth and beauty to the environment, despite its poverty. The windows on the sides facing the street, and from there the afternoon you can see the old men sitting on benches to meditate and turn over the rosary between her fingers, wrapped in their shawls, brown and purple. A large poster of the movie yellowed "Umut" ("Hope") is hanging on the wall near the counter. The hollow face of Yılmaz Güney, actor and director, stands out with small, piercing eyes, surrounded by women and children dressed poorly interpreting his family in the film, as he is bony. All'Esmer Güney you do not know if they teach now. With pride the operator Zafer, a tall and wiry, he will tell you which is the greatest director of turkish cinema: in his films told the Anatolian culture, the life of the Kurds, he was a hothead and has shown the truth, that's why they put him in prison. At one corner, sitting at Çay cooling, Sheriff plays with sentence fragments absorbed saz, looking lost and curls that fall over his forehead, until someone asked him to sing. Ferhat can not stop shaking his leg. He runs his hand in the sparse beard nervously pulling long drags on cigarettes. Watch the door. Then the window. He stops and smiles on my face. Tics do not give him peace, is traversed by a constant anxiety, as if the ants that walk him. It is capable a joy to go from harassing a black humor in a few moments, then clearing with a point-blank question: "What is your political position? ... Believe in God? ... Have you ever been on a mountain at night alone? '. Stops and listens to your response, really care. Behind his glasses, his eyes are moving and friendly, yet there is something inscrutable that stirs in the fund. A need, a pain, a past heavy as a stone. "I am a communist and atheist," she says resolutely, "and for brotherhood among peoples, the nationalists do not like them, of any nation ... no, not even the Kurds. I am Kurdish but this does not mean that we must act like the Turks ... those are not the solution to the mountains, the PKK is, of course I support them, we do not have anything, but if they have taken so far on the pride and hope now we must focus on culture and economic conditions, preserve, forward, with new tools to improve, also legal, as did Musa Anter ... We must take back what they took, to keep our culture alive. The Newroz for example, our New Year's Day, March 21. It is the most important feast of the Kurdish calendar, and also Iran. That there are only sixteen days of national holiday, is not here. Newroz us to meet, we dance, celebrating. But all Turkish institutions militarizing Eastern cities have turned into a day of clashes and protests. Change the meaning of things, you know? Another issue is education, from infant schools to university, which is essential to improve, what takes a Kurd? The more I learn, the more you forget his language, because education is only in turkish. Become a lawyer, doctor, architect and knows nothing of its history. I also have difficulty writing in Kurdish, I learned to do it in turkish. We need more autonomy, recognition of our diversity, so just stop hating Turkey for the lies they teach to our children. Otherwise, the war will continue and we will not get nothing, everyone will lose ... you can not wash blood with blood. Coexistence is possible, but first must stop fascism in Turkey. " Ferhat has settled in Gaziantep only a few years. Thirty-seven years ago was born into a family of shepherds in the mountains of the province of Hakkari sharp, the poorest country in the district of Yüksekova, the most infamous and most remote settlement in the province. Iraq is fifty kilometers to the south, Iran closer, beyond the high mountains, and Yüksekova was an important hub for the caravans of old. Today, the local mafia runs the heroin trafficking to Europe. We grow up under occupation in its village: it is one of the areas which are periodically renewed the "special security measures" and the soldiers entrenched camps on the rock outcrops. Where the pressure to prevent the unfolding of everyday life, it is more likely to opt for extreme choices. Many friends of Ferhat have chosen the path of the mountains, some are dead. He tells me that he would not have left but not the time. "At sixteen I went to prison. What have I done? Nothing! I had some books on socialism and I was with older kids ... one day I came to pick them took me too. Eleven years I've spent the best years of his life ... you know, it is absurd to some but the prison Sometimes I miss. Among the politicians were like brothers, people were more true. There was solidarity. Here are only out the money, even people on the street looks at you, all ready to fuck at the first opportunity, especially in Gaziantep. And I've got no money. I live for friends, if I had I would have killed them a long time. " The Esmer starts to fill, it is getting dark and the faces of those who have finished work or to study talk about the need to stay together. Ferhat abi , older brother, is not short of embracing the "family" but then goes back to my table, he wants to open tonight. "I want to study philosophy at university. I do not know why ... I like to read, Nietzsche in particular. Even if I wanted after I can not teach, ex-prisoners public competitions are prohibited. What should a guy like me? Only die I tell you ... My girlfriend left me after six years. Hath been sick of waiting. In my culture, if you do not have a house and money you can not ask to marry and find jobs that are not enough. Luckily, it does not matter Esmer ... To my children, if they ever will have, the Kurdish teach him. This is my first language! The turkish I learned from seven years ... when I went to school the teacher did not understand, then came home and said to my mother, "I do not go to school! because I have to learn turkish? He can not learn Kurdish? ". Then Mother convinced me and now I know two languages. " Sheriff's voice, sweet and plaintive, began chanting "Giderim" Ahmet Kaya. They put the chairs in a circle around the stove and we join them. Here the past comes back to gusts of wind that sweeps away the supposed uniqueness. Before my eyes, there are Turks, Kurds, Laz, zaza, Circassians, some pieces of the cultural mosaic of Turkey shuffled into the bar. The membership of each wire is inextricably linked to the other. You can feel the overlapping stories, held together by simple things: work, love, music, weapons. A dizzying narrow differences about feelings. Ferhat seems to understand what goes into my mind and without stopping to beat with his hands on my knees saying " It's like the Kurds, can not erase the feelings! Why did they call Turkey? United States of Anatolia had to call them! '.

back home alone at night on the outskirts of Antep. The colored lights in a garden where you listen to music and smoking shisha is an island in the pitch dark of a few feet away. A darkness that continues and expands, stretches to the plains of Anatolia, the mountains, sometimes illuminated by the forgotten villages on the valley floors, wrought by the power madness of the metropolis, but by the inexorable Black Sea to the Mediterranean covers the hungry land of Turkey. Resist the efforts of the men at night, sleep inducing, which leads to oblivion. The effort of a man driven by great ideas of independence was able to persuade other men to conquer those boundaries within which the home is built. The ideas of Turkishness, the essence of exclusive, unique identity, which alone in his vision could bring together diverse membership toward a common goal, are stones in the cemeteries, government buildings in stone, stone prisons. And the same ideas are also fires, energy, engines and turbines, mediations between ancient and modern, holds in relapsed groping men in history to a place they can call home. In the dark, waving flags do not stop in the darkness cleared languages \u200b\u200bcontinue to whisper their presence. The light is the eternal night of someone for someone else, because this idea does not leave me in peace and go up the hill? Other boundaries, other divisions, these may just be the way to self-determination of a people? Then persecute other differences, and so on ... a car stops close to my feet and brings me back into the cold night on the road for a way to climb in Gaziantep. Smiling boys offer me a ride, I read the kindness in his eyes. Jumping up and roared off. I regret to be alive even if I do not know who I am, I do not know where they are. Every word that new learning is a new way of being, anyway, a man.

Compering Notes For Aannual Day Function

The country where we are not - Part II

Gaziantep is a city with no beginning and no end. As his story. Ancient human settlement, passed through many hands, the destinies of different people are leaning against each other as the dead in a mass grave. The memory has many languages \u200b\u200bthat do not understand each other. The last of its elderly has seen so many he has left only a god to ask account of the sense of it all. And the speed of change is rising. Gaziantep today, one of the centers of production and Turkey's most important business. On its territory there are four industrial clusters of small and medium-sized enterprises that make the economy more dynamic and expanding Europe. The textile and food production drive, and are a source of employment in a position to just under farming and stock raising, local roots and optimized by means of machinery and engineers. The famous "factories", the promise of work and dignity for the armies of hungry arms in all countries with an emerging economy, there are. Here and in Diyarbakir, Sirnak not, not in Hakkari, a majority Kurdish areas affected by the fighting and a latent injury that leads to the consequent lack of confidence investors. Gaziantep instead enjoys a good reputation, not only for the pistachios and the food but also for being faithful to the directives Kemalists, at least superficially. The last attack, thirty people dead and destroyed a police station, dating back more than ten years ago. Currently, it is often cited as a symbol of Turkey's economic growth. The city is also involved in one of the largest regional investment plans in the world, the GAP (Güneydoğu Anadolu Projesi), a major project under development involves the construction of twenty-two dams on the Tigris and Euphrates, contingent in South East for the production of electricity and to facilitate the irrigation of desert areas. Other categories action plan consist of investments for the cultural enhancement of these key areas in tourism. The aim of the government, as well as to attract foreign capital, is raise the standard of living in areas east of the country, historically considered the weak link in society and the economy. Will be guaranteed employment and social inclusion, say politicians from Istanbul and Ankara. The illusion of inclusion that continues to attract masses of immigrants from Gaziantep to villages and countryside. The population has soared in just over fifty years: from about three hundred thousand people in the middle of last century, has reached to over one million and a half today, according to figures officers, in reality many more. It is not only the charm of the growing metropolis, with its European-style houses, pubs beer and five-story shopping centers, to serve as a magnet. With the industrial organization of agricultural labor economy of the remote villages and settlements has been altered, causing a progressive impoverishment. The wave of modernization has devastated the lives of farmers and shepherds have become foreigners in their own home, living fossils, although they are still the majority. Another process that has gone on since the founding of the Republic is the displacement of the inhabitants of entire villages in the east by the army. In the first half of the twentieth century, operations were aimed at the response to continued Republican power, and were taken to redistribute the Kurds in Turkey as well wear out the drive. The mass transfer also affect the other part of the country from west to the central government sent in all offices and schools in Eastern officials and their families who spoke only turkish, teaching to address the state with due language. Among the eighties and nineties, however, thousands of Kurdish villages were razed to the ground in order to remove the popular support, spontaneous or forced, the guerrillas of the PKK (Kurdistan Workers' Party), political party and paramilitary claiming rights autonomy Kurds, who for thirty years and engages with the institutions of the Turkish war inside the country. To guerrilla ambushes and mines, the army responded with reprisals and bombings in an attempt to flush out the PKK from the mountains on the border with Iraq. To date, there are over forty thousand deaths clashes and attacks. War, poverty and deportations have increased dramatically in major Turkish cities, transforming them into monsters protean of endless suburbs built by wild palazzinari. Istanbul, with a population of over fifteen million inhabitants, of whom two million are Kurds, is the symbol of the uncontrolled process. Even Gaziantep, in its furthest reaches, it expands out of order: the popular buildings are scattered like a flock in the moonscape of rubble and pastures. The space there is for now, and is ground relentlessly. In other areas of the city, climb the hills, the largest Kurdish ghettos, made up of cubicles or just miserable huts, the antithesis to the achievements of economic slow-growing middle class, which symbolizes the aspiration for social status up to the majority the dispossessed.

"Remember, in the east there is only three things: dust, dirt and hypocrisy," he says Prof. Nuri sitting at his desk in his study. Age of indecipherable not old and no longer young, medium height, physical dry, his hair turn a smoky gray with white spots like milk, which sometimes has thin lips smiling but as per agreement, without force, without joy. He teaches sociology at the University of Gaziantep public for ten years, is originally from Kurdish Kilis, a village on the Syrian border, surrounded by minefields. Often invites me to drink the coffee that you do on a hot plate, a passion. Not the turkish coffee, we would point out, but the long, aqueous an American car. On the walls, I recognize the familiar face of Gramsci in a photo in black and white. There are also Adorno, Balzac, Rousseau and Yashar Kemal. The picture Atatürk, omnipresent in all public offices, is missing here, and this absence speaks for itself. On the opposite wall, a poster with a drawing of a woman dancing the flamenco in a symphony of colors. Nuri I often talk about the time he was in Spain to hold a conference on rural villages in the Middle East, with a touch of pride. Gaziantep, a country that considers the outskirts of the province, is the close. Since, however, does not think, here have a family, two children growing up and his studies, tasks that are given. Behind those gray eyes flecked with green, there are conclusions and seeing bitter cold on the state of things, gained by dint of consuming shoes around the city between the asphalt and gravel roads villages. It combines the fingers before his face and looks sideways at me, quietly nestled in the calculation of someone used to judge who is in front, before you speak. Can be open with me. "I will tell you at university, but know that the wheel turns with the blood of civilization. The reason is simple: a people, a culture, a State needs to survive. If the state lacks a different culture, a minority, is considered deviant, and is destined to disappear. Create a State does not mean that killing another or bend those who oppose it. Cancel them, like here a hundred years with the Kurds ... the Kurds ... the ideas that lead to a state not born in rural areas, life there is repeated identical in itself, outside of history. And that's where we come from the countryside, the consciousness of people has come when we have decided to remove it. Kurdish tribes in the nineteenth century they waged war with each other for a piece of land ... probably live in isolation has preserved the language and customs, at the bottom of the narrow-mindedness is also a method of survival, but today is our conviction. " I feel the anger of Nuri hovering in the room. A lucid anger that spares nothing to both parties, as an orphan raised accusing parents and guardians of the world that have left and who has not had time to change. "You know what the Turkish identity? the face of power. And power is not the means, but the end. The identity must be produced and enhanced to ensure obedience, people must love the fact that Turkish and nothing else ... A mechanism set in motion by the founder of this State. Now, the power states in humans in two ways: with the triumph and humiliation. To understand the triumphalism take the national memory, a historian who has nothing. A sampling of events because of very short memories and oblivion, a few other things repeated endlessly and completely removed ... they kill half of a village and changed the name to make it forget, how did that today is called Dersim Tunceli While ... Instead, battles of liberation, the death of martyrs, the flag, the life of Atatürk is the religion that all must confess. Is taught from childhood, to school children repeat "I mutlu turkum diyene" (turkish happy is he who can say, the most famous sentence of Atatürk), read it over the mountains and on the streets and eventually end up believe it! '. The coffee in the cup is over, Nuri is quick to fill it again. Go and have a look in the hallway, then closes the door. Our eyes meet, accomplices, and sat down again. He does not want to be bothered or do not want others to feel. "The humiliation is more practical and more subtle. Made The Kurds feel a social handicap. Kurdish equivalent of primitive, undeveloped. Nobody gets to work if you speak only Kurdish, and if you want to study, books that are in our language can be counted on one hand. These are the same Kurdish families who want their children to forget where they come from, and the terrible thing is that they do for their own good. Are you proud to be Kurdish, you are an enemy of the fatherland, for surely you are conspiring to divide, you're the terrorists. The government propaganda has grown more than a generation in hatred, the young Turks of Kurdish language now automatically connect to the bombs and the soldiers killed, they feel discomfort when they hear it on the street. What remains to be done to a Kurd who wants to integrate? Put the past behind and embrace the symbols of the Republic. It's called assimilation, and even while you're in, you realize it you do to survive ... I have been able, by separating the Kurds from the past have divided them in this. " Nuri say to the current AKP government, the Islamic party line, seems willing to open themselves to claims of greater cultural rights to Kurds. The "national pact of brotherhood" towards minorities and the recognition of the existence of a "Kurdish question" are steps in this direction. Even the opening of the first Kurdish television channel last year and the repeal of laws against publications newspapers and videos in Kurdish augur well. "I do not have much hope. The tension has eased, it is true, but the conditions of our exclusion of the slower we are destined to disappear, have not changed. This country, from its birth, is under the control of the military, which does not cede power easily. There is the Republic, but until 1950 there was a single party. Later, the little democratic process was three times interrupted by coups, and in 1980 the Army has rewritten the constitution. There are still laws like Article 301 that punishes insulting Turkish identity and homeland, in practice self-criticism is banned ... The constitutional law against those fomenting separatism is a pillar of this order. The Kurdish party DTP was closed for alleged contacts with the PKK, good job! Now the square have left only the extremists ... The same climate of suspicion and fear surrounding those who provide information or simply manifest. Journalists uncomfortable slamming into them with a pretext. They have no problem even with kids, you know how olds crowded prisons? This would be a country that aspires to join Europe? The AKP is doing his interests, wants to broaden its electoral base as possible. At the bottom is a neurotic middle class and the afternoon goes to the mosque to do the namaz and evening looks TV drinking beer ... The AKP is putting up a new center of power by placing his men in the places that count and discrediting their enemies. They stink of patriarchy, defend Islamic ideology that attracts acclaim but only interested in money ... there is too much hypocrisy. Too much. " Nuri looks out to the scattered clouds. The pessimism of this man is probably realistic given from having integrated with the blood and pain the art of judging. He was lieutenant in the army for seven years before becoming a professor, sent east to fight the "terrorists". He speaks reluctantly, and only once managed to cavargli a fragment of memory: "In the mountains ... you feel lost, those huge spaces, the snow, you stick to the orders and classmates. I was young, I knew vaguely that I was betraying the Kurds, but I needed to prove turkish. I fought and I've seen ... the torture, the abuse, I have seen the truth. Our enemy was not less. In war the first thing to die are the ideal ... We have done some horrible things over there ... in the end I despised my soldiers, and even myself. As long as the field I do not forgive. " I do not know if it was the coffee or his words to make me come up with a pounding tachycardia. I feel suffocated, the walls shrink around. Do I have the white face, because Nuri me a pat on the back and says he quit. We smoke a cigarette outside, with students who crowd the paths of the university. We stay there for a while ', no more talking, just looking around.

Rubbermaid Versus Elfa

The country where we are - part

Road East, vast horizons and militarized borders. Old asleep on the cart to slow gait, dreaming in a language forbidden. Up there in the clouds and hawks, the columns of Pêşmerge, warriors "standing in front of death," their way through the undergrowth of mountain running, singing, thinking about house in the remote village, to eat the meat of veal that evening, weapons hidden in an underground cavern. The border police were used to guard the division of Kurdistan do not know who has more than a thousand years, performing only orders angrily smoking smuggled cigarettes, praying that they do not stick, at least not while they are there. Because the Kurds do not bend: can you beat them indefinitely, raising your head. There are those who fought, those who work through legal channels to something resembling independence, those who live simply, those who forget, as time separates them and change them, as they are scattered in four states and around the world. Destined to bilingualism Kurds, their language and that of the country that they have incorporated, in the grip of citizenship and belonging. Iran suspected of separatist sympathies to them hangs a noose, the Kurds in Syria is not even granted an identity card, in Turkey want to eradicate from the head. Only you can say in northern Kurdistan and be received with a smile, a hug. In the Federal Government of Iraq since 2005 there is the autonomous region of Kurdistan, with its parliament, its schools, its army. Since the legendary hero Mustafa Barzani, leader of the revolt began to be recognized as independent and culture as a political entity, rivers of blood continued to flow. But today, from Erbil to Suleymaniye, The official language is Kurdish.

Once I spent a whole night sitting in a friend's house in Diyarbakir listening to an old man who sang the dengbêj , sung story that for centuries has been the form of transmission stories between the generations of Kurds. After remaining absorbed in the mellow vocals and harsh for hours, the elderly and children around were exhausted, his face dreamily. The women brought the food in large round plates of iron, while sipping tea and I asked my friend what that story meant, what he spoke. Together with bitter and ironic expression told me that he did not know, only understood a few words of Kurdish, I do not ever speak in his daily life. The old man who was his grandfather had sung.

In his report to the command of sull'assedio Antep, the French Colonel Brigadier Marcel Abadie wrote in 1921: "The population is made up of Turkish Antep (large majority) of Kurds, Armenians, Circassians and the Kurds ... some Jews may be regarded as a breed, their types differ considerably from the type and Mongolian turkish, live above their villages in the plains, except for some semi-nomadic groups who practice transhumance ... Overall, the Kurds are a highly brutal race of warriors, looters on occasion, extremely robust and very well armed by the spoils of raids to the Russians. They dream of creating a large Kurdish state encompassing all countries in the west, east and south of the Euphrates, but should point out that most of the Kurdish tribes have made common cause with the Kemalist in the fight against the French. " Following the First World War and the signing of the Treaty of Sevres, the remnants of the Ottoman Empire had been divided by European powers in their respective areas of influence. In 1920, the British occupied the north of Iraq, the French were quartered in the south-east Anatolia and Syria, to the Italians ENTITLED areas of Adana and Konya. To the west, on the shores of the Mediterranean, Izmir had fallen under the blows of the Greeks who advanced with a compelling series of victories on the field, I decided to annex parts of Thrace and Anatolia. Constantinople and the Sultan remained motionless under the control of occupation forces. The West was playing dice shots and shells of the members still live in the "Sublime Porte." From its headquarters established in Ankara, the war veteran Mustafa Kemal Paşa prepared to fight the invaders nurturing the dream of a homeland in Turkey. The Kemalist, which he took the name and almost all came from the armed forces as he ammutinatesi the Sultan, had been sent on his orders in the occupied territories to organize exercise endurance and prepare to do battle. The skilful policy of Kemal was able to inspire in the minds of the population exhausted by war and occupation by a feeling of revenge for national identity, managing to secure consensus for former subjects in search of identity. At the same time, he had strategically acknowledged the Kurdish nationalists in the new Constitution of Ankara, in order to secure the support of the Kurdish tribes of the east. Turks and Kurds have fought together, and together they ruled the nascent country. Once established the new state, the Kurds would be guaranteed the administrative autonomy of their territories, these were the terms. In September 1922 almost all of Turkey had been freed. In early 1923 the Turkish Republic was formally proclaimed and Mustafa Kemal became its first president. Once established, the internal sovereignty and legitimacy have reached the international level, policy towards the Kurds Kemal changed. In the elections for the new National Assembly no Kurdish MP was admitted to the House. In 1924 the first decree was issued forbidding the use of Kurdish language in public schools and for each publication, the turkish was imposed as the sole official language. All the promises made to the Kurdish people in time of war were betrayed. In the dust of Antep, Kurds and Turkish soldiers had fought side by side, but while the corpses of rotting dead still on the battlefield, were divided: one made heroes, the other forgotten. The city had a special mention for bravery, was added to the code of Gazi, a veteran, the name Antep Turkish nationalist ideology made him one of its strongholds. "There are people in the presence of any truth which sounds like a lie" Vasily Grossman wrote in Stalin's Russia. Want to talk about the Kurds in Turkey, their stories have no place in the chronicles official burns the ears of middle-class liberals like to illiterate peasants who have sent their children to the front. The conversation stops, the answers are sharpened between the teeth and become resentful, the reason clouds are polluted from the tentacles of declarations of principle, to memorize: "The Kurds are not there, you can only find those on Turkish mountains," "They killed so many to join his country, as many more will die to defend its unity." Looking at it closely, the border of Kurdistan is a wound which secretes a surge dense and dark, sticky. If you want to hear the voices you need to go and rip the silence.

Feel A Strong Pulse In My Stomach Pregnant?

Yılmaz Güney, " Çirkin Kral. " 1937-1984. A revolutionary

How I Make Tight My Penise

The kitchen floor is covered by a dirty old so that some signs will not go away ever, as they are tattooed in the tile. The decor is poor: low and threadbare sofa, kitchenette equipped with electric oven, fridge noisy, small sink for washing dishes and teeth, topped by a shelf full of containers with spices of all kinds. At first, a narrow wooden staircase leading to second floor with two bedrooms. In the common area can be entered through a door on the ground floor, past a marble steps. When it rains, water drips into the house from the two openings on the sides of the roof, sometimes there is a bird careless slips. Fortunately it does not rain often in Damascus. During this period, but it's cold, we are in January. In the small room with the door closed there is a space heater electricity which is struggling to heat the room. Tuncay, turkish Hantakya of Arabic origin with, slowly turns his Çay with the natural charm it has. It is perhaps the fifth tea within an hour that I sipped, accompanied by another cigarette. Yusuf, also of Hantakya, curled up on the sofa reads poems by Lorca. Rasha, the host of the house, is sitting in front of me and I will pay Çay dark in a small glass. She lived alone until recently, now Yusuf Tuncay and live here, both to study Arabic. Hantakya, what remains of the ancient and splendid Antioch, mentioned in the Bible, is a village between green mountains teeming with life, not far from the Syrian border. The inhabitants are often bilingual, ethnicity difficult to classify. The territory is Turkey, the culture of a gradient transition between the Arabs and Turks. Since the two boys children speak Arabic at home, but have never studied, taught in Turkish schools. Now I'm in Damascus to learn the grammar and writing, studying at the local university. It gives them a way to discover, strengthen, a cultural heritage that the turkish border, administrative division and existential, wanted to bury. In Damascus they found Rasha, which started a life together, sharing the rent and teach their languages. Among the three of them speak Arabic, I speak turkish boys, and me and Rasha English. We are immersed in an intersection, a small town in the heat created by this girl in his house, just steps from Baghdad street, near the old city gates. I met through couchsurfing, a website that connects jobseekers and offers hospitality. One way to cut travel expenses, and that is going directly into the places that you lived through it, without mediation. In Syria it is illegal, Rasha go there by using proxy servers that circumvent the limits imposed by the government. Facebook and Youtube are also prohibited. But, insensitive to the prohibitions, Rasha has turned his home into a place of passage is open, he sees travelers of all nationalities to stop, start, and share with her discussion, information and moments of life. It takes some courage, since it is a lonely woman in a conservative district, in a fascist state. The people murmured, but she does not care. His time, when not working or studying, the dedication to share all he knows about his country with travelers. It is an inexhaustible source, aware of the state of things, witty and ironic, rebellious, wise, and with a background of melancholy, however, where lies an unbeatable optimism. His eyes are deep and dug by sleepless nights talking and reading, an agile body, the soft voice and to me mysterious and beautiful Arab woman. The mother is Christian, his father an atheist communist, as she is called, moreover, that the name given to her daughter Rasha in honor of Soviet Russia. He comes from a very small Christian village on the border with Iraq, which has moved here to the university, English Literature. The father had a great influence on her, when she was little was a bust of Lenin in the house she looked curious, the father then said it was a statue of his grandfather, who died some time ago, and could talk to him whenever he wished. You have established an intimate relationship with the figure of confidence that accompanied her throughout her childhood. Years later, he found the school books that maybe this man, Lenin, was not his grandfather, and although at first it was saddened today laughs and sometimes still refers to him as the beloved "Grandpa Lenin." Escape routes granted to the imagination, here in Syria, where the imagination has been linked to a ball and chain. Other

Cay, another cigarette. We spend the afternoon so, Rasha has never tired of my questions, and I'm too busy with his stories. "Bashar is a dictator and politics in Syria is a farce," he says, almost expressionless. Bashar al-Assad is the Syrian president, son of the late Hafiz al-Asad from 1994 and probably until his death. "When Hafiz died, he made sure that the president went to the eldest son, Basil, who died the same year in a car accident ... Yani, the party in power is the same for forty years, the Baath, they are Alawite, and Hafiz has just turned the presidency into a hereditary office. Bashar then studied ophthalmology in London and did not know anything about politics. Found himself president from day to day.. " "There are elections," he laughs, "but as I told you have no value. Voting age, people without ID card and there is no control. In my village there were more of the total voting population in the last election ... so. The newspapers write that we are a democracy, we compare it to prove to the United States where they have two parties, but here we have seven, and for this we should be more democratic! There are also two Communist parties ... "his eyes hold the spoon. The cult of President Bashar is pervasive, just take a walk to notice. His picture stands out in every place, in all sizes, offices and shops. With outstretched arm, while drinking tea, with sunglasses and military uniform. He's ridiculous, his face is trivial, gray, idiotic expression seems to confirm that he has to feel out of place. Yet it is revered, at least in public, and openly criticizing him take risks. I once asked a guy in the souk what he thought of Bashar and he smiled making me excited sign with his thumb up. So I insisted on asking him what was the difference between the current president and his father. Showing a clenched fist saying "this was Hafiz," then opens the hand as if to give, "that is Bashar, still smiling. Rasha in the story: "Sure, people think that because Bashar has given homes to the poor is more good ... ... is just populism pfu, keeps the people ignorant and in the hospital, relies on them to consolidate his power, see it as a quasi-religious leader, above the error, because it is wrong to assume that considered treason. These are the two pillars of his power: mass enclosed in the mental cage of religion, and fear that feeds the government towards foreigners, the West and Israel, creating a permanent state of war ... then it's official, we are at war since 1948, with Israel, there is martial law and emergency powers for the president. "civil society, this mirage in the Syrian desert, where is it? "He struggles to survive, people do three jobs because prices are high and the pay poor, has no time for politics. Manifest? Need government permission. Usually allow critical events with the policy only to bring together all in one place and stop them. But the government sometimes organizes events ... oh yes, calls the people to the streets to support the Palestinians, Iraqis, Somalis, but for us Yani Syrians do not show that?! That's what we really need. "


"The problem is cultural. We agree to be subject to laws against human dignity and freedom of expression. For example, a husband may divorce his wife without having to guarantee anything, so leave it as they please, and maybe has two or three wives. Who is surprised to jerk goes to jail, and there is a widespread denunciation, even without evidence. Even the honor killing is permissible, not make you some, but a father who kills the daughter who lost her virginity before marriage does not go to jail .... I mean that women themselves are to allow this, there is an underground schizophrenia, stagnation sets and consumption, ways to enhance the creative minds and the speeches are all self critical blocked. And what is worse, even from ourselves. "Rasha speaks freely about sexuality, we both know that all power in history has ever exercised its power in this area more subtle and unobtrusive: if you come to regulate the bodies in their intimacy, in their emotional reactions, can be reached in order to stifle the imagination of alternatives to the facts of power. In Syria, sexuality and individual conduct are subject to patriarchal control of religious morality, a set of permissions and prohibitions that are structured in coercion whose foundation is supposed sacred. It becomes like a closed circle: the religious interpretation that makes instrumental use of power. The truth is all there, past, present and future, all resolved in the text, in the interpretation of the text. It is not necessary to go further, it makes no sense to experiment with other approaches and other roads, since perfection has been achieved in the sources and you should not do anything but imitate. Identity becomes dominated by memory, her reflection, and provides the tools for understanding the real are poor and granite. Of course, the conditions of this closure and cultural stasis is maintained, pursued by institutions, cultural and political: they use the text as legitimation of power, and its truth as the truth of power. Religion, politics, tradition, mingle and reduce until it becomes limited to the change and stress in an open eclectic. This is what Rasha see how the current problem of the Arabs, Christians and Muslims. The difficulty of creating culture mixing different contributions, expressing themselves in new languages, producing knowledge. The power of knowledge is concerned, the individual is not interested in creative, it aspires to the mass, the number in which the individual disappears, to eliminate the risk of contradiction to the principles on which it rests. Ignorance and fear of change are the true blessings of power. "My brother, who grew up with me is very conservative. Some time ago I brought a man to marry, because he says the time has come, now I have put off suitors and I can not ... I told him to mind his own business, which the body is mine and I have to decide ... I do not want to get married, especially not with someone you do not even know. But the issue is that certain topics are not openly challenge. I have no friend to talk freely about sex for them is not an experience a family affair individual. It's frustrating. Sometimes I think they are afraid to rebel, and other times that fit, which begin to imagine their lives in this same vision, and become involved in, ready to play it again ... But the contradiction is obvious, they go to buy expensive lingerie that never show up at the wedding, spend their days at the hairdresser and then cover with a veil or shave your whole body and horrified because I do not. They do not know why they do what they do, follow the convention, they realize that their lives are subjected to the gratification of the male. " Rasha doubt appreciates, nurtures a lively curiosity about what is unknown, that Western culture or sexuality. "The best books I've read I have found them by myself ... university teaching methods are based on memorization, there is no criticism or review, you must drink it all. The absurd thing is that students most fans as they leave, allowing scholarships here because their potential is humiliated. " It almost seems that the system pushes the best to leave. After all, the brilliant minds are the first enemy of the established order, especially when the order is a closed system that has in it the whole truth. "The West then ... how many I've seen travelers coming Syria to seek the East, the traditions ... the guilt is too! And their governments. I'm not interested in the state of minority of the Syrian people, human rights are a political affair that put in the field when they have the convenience, look what happens in Palestine. And hell they have done in Iraq? ... To the west we are a market, gives us his inventions and there makes them seem indispensable, but it invites us to have the brain that invented them and helps us to develop one. We are instruments, or enemies on which to launch bombs. They need us to exploit or destroy us. "The hypocrisy of Europe, to see it from here, is obvious. In the intellectual class tends to attributed to the Syrians, like the Arabs in general, an 'ideology of backwardness cloaked in charm. The nature of certain things, on cultural heritage, the origins, tradition, intended to leave the Arab confined to the past, pure and immune from decay or closed back in his world, depending on usage quota dictated by political needs and economic. When you hear talk of dialogue with the Arabs, with whom the European governments are talking to? They have a vague idea of \u200b\u200bthe complexity and diversity of the Arab world? And, even more importantly, are ready to go to the extreme consequences of advocating values \u200b\u200bthat, by agreeing to base the dialogue on the recognition of the right the life of all people? The Palestinians as the Israelis? It seems that Europe is incapable of making political choices and develop a thought independently by the U.S.. Rasha has no such prejudices, he absorbed much from the European culture, books, film, music and ideas. Given its knowledge of English and Arabic can draw on the cultural production of these two worlds with ease. Paradoxically, it has a broader vision of a European student who studied philosophy and limit themselves to Western production, even if you live in the suffocating cultural Syrian aphasia.

the radio are turning Fairouz, the Lebanese singer, a legend throughout the Arab world. It is on the scene for forty years and fans call our ambassador to the stars, for his warm tone and suffering that takes you away. She grew up with more than one generation and the Syrians prefer especially. Rasha sings with his eyes half closed, while warming a thin slice of bread on the stove. Tuncay brings to the table and Hommos muttebel, two Syrian specialties for which they are greedy. Chickpeas and eggplant with yogurt and cumin, crushed until creamy. To accompany the inevitable tea. We eat in silence, Fairouz fills the room, we exchange glances that have no tongues, near and beyond the difficulties that we know well. Out of this leads many of our conversations are unthinkable, and yet we take them on the roads simply continuing to live, during and after. Rasha want to travel and learn about the world, but his heart is linked to Syria, she is the oil that keeps the flame burning. The problem is the visas, borders and money. His first trip will do it in Gaziantep, Turkey, when the host in my house. There is a poem that reminds me of her dreams, injustice, hope. She wrote Mohamad al-Maghout, a Syrian poet who knew the prison and exile, without ever leaving his two passions, laughing and smoking. In poetry there is something universal, all men can understand. "Oh! The dream, the dream! / My strong golden chariot is in need of repair / her wheels are scattered like gypsies everywhere. / One night I dreamed the spring / wake and flowers were scattered on my pillow. / I once dreamed of the sea / and in the morning my bed was full of shells and fins of fish. / But when I dreamed of freedom / sharp spears surrounded my neck to give me a good morning / From now on you will not find me in the ports or between the station / there ... but in public libraries / asleep on the maps of the world / (such as sleeping on the orphan sidewalks) / where my lips touch more than a river / and my tears roll down / from continent to continent. "