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8 giugno mobilitazione per i diritti dei rom

[Massimo Iacobelli]

In the last weeks, has unleashed a real hunt for "gypsy" with a growing number of incidents of violence against men, women and Roma children.
A dangerous silence is created around these episodes and very few exponents of culture and politics have spoken about these unfortunate circumstances. For this reason
Them Romanó Onlus held Sunday, June 8 in Rome to mobilize in favor of respecting the rights of Roma and Sinti people. A civil protest against racism and for respect of international conventions for the rights of peoples.
To join the initiative and to know the time and location of the event: associazionethemromano .

Alex Santino Spinelli, National President of the National Association Onlus Romano Them, lists some points to improve the situation of Roma in Italy and to combat the wave of racism that has befallen our country. These include:

security and law enforcement should be guaranteed for all, including Roma and Sinti. In contrast with the articles of the Italian Constitution, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and the European and international standards, the Roma people in Italy are forced to live in inhumane conditions.

Today, a whole population is criminalized but mistakes are individuals and it is they who must be punished, not the nation or the people they belong to. To help us engage the integration of those who demonstrate a clear desire to avoid social participation to equate those who deserve and those who commit crimes.

E 'need to dismantle the camps, actual garbage cans, degraded places, centers of racial segregation and permanent symbol of discrimination.

Roma and Sinti are not nomadic culture. Those who are now living in camps, yesterday had a house in Romania or the former Yugoslavia. Mobility is always forced and is never a choice. In our country 70% of the Romany population has Italian citizenship and has lived in the houses (the Romans arrived in the fifteenth century).

should facilitate l’accesso alle case popolari oppure sviluppare insediamenti urbanistici non ghettizzanti. E’ necessario favorire il più possibile la scolarizzazione, l’accesso all’assistenza sanitaria e l’entrata nel mondo del lavoro delle famiglie di rom e sinti più disagiate.

Promuovendo la conoscenza della storia, della cultura, dell’arte e della lingua dei rom e sinti si possono combattere gli stereotipi negativi e favorire l’integrazione. Oggi i rom sono al centro dell’attenzione mediatica esclusivamente per i fatti di cronaca che coinvolgono alcuni di loro, mentre non viene riservato spazio per gli eventi culturali che pur si organizzano sull’intero territorio nazionale (Festivals, concerti, exhibitions, conferences, film festivals, literary competitions, etc.). All this creates a wrong image of an entire population.

We must take note of the blatant failure of the forms of assistance to voluntary organizations have continued to date. Each year we squander hundreds of thousands of € for projects of little or no value.

This raises the urgency of creating in Italy a council made up of Roma and Sinti intellectuals who have an international experience on the reality of the Romani community that can support the mediation in the resolution of social and political problems.

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Elogio del suv

Today we are at war, and I am obliged to protect myself and my family. Because the war is won or lost. And who is winning is a weapon in order to become stronger than the others. In war you live or die. Do not ask me to resign myself to a probable death. You say that it is danger to the SUV does not run? And why should I expose myself to the damage I may cause those that run in the SUV? You say that so pollute and waste? Why should I worry about defending the environment? My first duty is to protect my family. Perhaps my death in an accident serves to protect the environment? You say that there is no room, I'll take care of that too - on the street, in city centers, in parking lots. The point is not that the point is that I do not want to go to occupy the space in advance of a coffin. Because if you have not yet understood, there is a war of all against all, I have not wanted me, I am forced to fight it, but I want to fight with any chance to win and survive. You say that they are not socially responsible. And who should I be, if not primarily about me and my family? When I die, do not console me for being an environmentalist was incorrect, an altruistic ideal. Believe me, those who still have not bought the SUV, it is because he has no money to buy it, or because you have not yet made good account the risks they run. If there is more and more people turning armed - SUV or gun - I do not know what to do, but I can not even pretend that it is not. If any ill-intentioned understand that I'm armed, you will see that I will run away. Because if you have not yet understood, who is the wolf eats sheep. I was not born wolves, but why should I accept to die like a sheep? Take some advice from me, take a test ride on a nice SUV. You will see how you feel on top, out of the fray, safe from all the losers, fools and thieves. But if a dead sleep eventually bump, do not worry, there is insurance that works, and you can always find a good lawyer. We are at war and in war you win or lose, live or die. Let the beautiful nonsense ideals ..

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Rifiuti di stato

Have you ever seen the world to keep clean and tidy your house should be forced by the intervention of a military force? Have you ever seen a transforming ancient and universal question of hygiene in the source of speculation and profit, in jeopardy and dramatic medical emergency? It has never seen the world to bring a minimum of civil order and decorum, and gain the respect of the basic rules of coexistence, just those who are appointed chiefly contributed to their distress and disruption? Today it seems to be the ability of knowing how to use without hesitation or scruple to use force, to legitimize every candidate for the guide. So, after doing their best to discredit the suitability of the dog of the shepherd is the wolf plebiscite to be tasked. The implied covenant is that, in exchange for protection, you can feast to taste with meat from sheep more flavorful and tender. It 's like a family, as a condition for its very survival, agreed to sacrifice the desires of protecting his best creatures. Where one no longer understands where the line between cleverness is cynical, dull despair and suicidal madness. A Now is the night

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Gomorra. Alcune riflessioni dovute al film

Scampia, Naples and Campania are realistically much of representable in the form of cancer. And this is the result of a tumor and part of a role that Naples, and most of Campania, play in tune with an economy-gangster more general - certainly national, but also beyond. Neapolitan Camorra system / field, and national economic system illegal, interact and are held together profitably.

A controlled hunt is frenetic and compulsive in the conquest of large amounts of money through drug trafficking and illegal activities capable of producing in abundance. At the command of this meccanismo di potere e ricchezza può aspirare soltanto chi si fa rispettare e temere, dimostrandosi rapido e disinibito nell’ infliggere anche la pena di morte.

(Può sembrare divagazione impertinente, ma forse non lo è. La notizia di questi giorni che rinviati a giudizio per la strage di Piazza della Loggia a Brescia sono alcuni caporioni fascisti come Rauti in qualità di esecutori, agenti dei servizi segreti come depistatori e occultatori in combutta con il generale Delfino, allora capitano de carabinieri incaricato delle indagini, richiama una logica nella sostanza non dissimile.
Forse anche ricordare che Alemanno ha sposato la figlia di Rauti, e Berlusconi era iscritto alla P2, può suonare impertinente, ma forse it is not. On the other hand, was the defense of power and "stuff" of a bourgeois class frightened by the menacing growth of the labor movement and communism, to bring in the seventies and eighties, from the massacre of Piazza Fontana in Milan, the choice actions of death - the strategy of tension and bloodshed - which constitute a coherent and extreme of the struggle between the classes taken by the bourgeoisie to defend its privileges. The same thing happened in those years, and in ways far more cruel, Greece, Chile, Argentina, where they were tortured and slaughtered, with the blessing of the Catholic Church hierarchy, tens of thousands of opponents. It was not, however, already happened in Italy in the early twenties, after the "red biennium 'and workers' strikes, which the capitalists and landowners have seen fit to respond and react by funding and arming the patrols - sorry! the fascist squads?)

Compared to the proliferation of the tumor, which report has perfect film Gomorrah, left the government has proven inept and soft. Perhaps, rather than Intignano in fiscal consolidation, or worry about hunger in Africa, the pilgrimage to Auschwitz or the white nights in Rome, the event was to pass a law on conflict of interest ... But right now can not solve anything: it can in fact only worsen, because it is part constituent and source of the problem. The worst toxic waste buried by the mafia come from industries fervent tremontiane Veneto and Lombardy, and Lega forzaitaliote, as well as among the greatest users of drugs are those rich markets, as well as the proceeds of criminal organizations are reinvested in the business of building and Parma , Milan, Turin - Berlin, Madrid, New York ...
Gomorrah Garrone's a beautiful film, it portrays the good versus evil, right and the right against wrong, the resistance to surrender. But the fact that there are a thousand ways, more or less obvious, more or less explicit, to assume and interpret evil. Here we are at war of all against all, the race the hordes of crazed rats to those who kill each other first. For the most defenseless, those who want to pull apart (the little boy who has the home shopping, the accountant who distributes the shares of money to the clan leaders to families with an affiliate member in prison, the tailor from the extraordinary talent punished because they do not fully available to order), is brutally itself the only possible alternative: either with us, and then we'll do what we order, or our opponents, so expect a gunshot to the head.
Gomorrah looks like a tombstone over a certain Neapolitan folk cultivated artificially for too long. In the film, the sentimental kitsch of silly songs and wickedly perfect soundtrack to the ferocity of which are mixed stories are played. We are in the presence of a somatization harm evident in the faces of the distorted faces, voices hoarse and shrill, of deformed bodies. To interpret the events of the war that is destroying them are the real protagonists, those grappling daily with the stories told. And they lend themselves so evident in an zeal to do well, in a more excited and almost euphoric, almost posing for a group photo. You see - they seem to brag about - how we know well get slaughtered ... Because this is not just a movie, is actually a form of psychodrama collective tragedy filmed live and direct, with the adesione entusiastica dei carnefici che sono, anche e insieme, di sé stessi le vittime. Si direbbe che un intero popolo sia stato costretto, per sopravvivere, a una torsione maligna, a una condizione collettiva di sabba sado-maso. Vengono in mente i kapò dei campi di concentramento nazisti che spesso erano scelti, in cambio della sopravvivenza, tra gli stessi ebrei internati.
Allo stato dell’arte, e da quel che nel suo specifico racconta anche il film, si conferma che qui a vincere a mani basse sono Berlusconi e Montezemolo, papa Ratzinger e padre Pio. Il male trionfa? Hanno vinto manipolazione mediatica, superstizione e ignoranza, terrore di fronte all’esercizio arrogante ed esplicito della violenza? Non resta che affidarsi to patron saints, the pimps benefactors. So there are always the Roma who are worse off than us and with which we are entitled to take.
billionaire elites and criminal groups now in power are so strong they can afford everything devoutly invoke God's help and send the army to solve the problem of waste - not before essersene richly served, and have graciously offered to the opposition A meeting over breakfast.
In the throes of despair and desperation at the end of the oppressed masses have found it necessary to kneel at the foot of the executioner, all expressed their willingness to.
Gomorrah confirms that this is a country so miserable and desperate to be reduced to just ask for protection Monatti to have spread the virus.
will be up, along with the brave Bassolino, and as a last chance to avoid going down,
rooting for Berlusconi? And this is not the last port repugnant and obscene?

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Brutta storia

Scary stuff, this D'Avanzo.

According to him, the hardships, Grillo, Di Pietro, Santoro (but also Woodcock, De Magistris, Forleo the - but also, ultimately, the Falcone and Borsellino to all those journalists and judges who are were killed only because they did their job well), would belong to a single, persistent, annoying and petulant resentment Agency. A decree is the agency of the Good Feeling, the only entitled to work - just that D'Avanzo. The first can be tolerated when you use meekly. But if you claim to autonomy and freedom of action, whether it requires to play on his own, if it gets in the way and produces noise and interference, it should be discredited, disjointed, destroyed.

Remember the old school PCI: If you are not happy the ornamental role of pride, if you're not tame the "independent left", if you claim to operate non-aligned and subordinate, then I will destroy you. Because nobody can afford to act on my left undisturbed.

If the line is now determined that moderate, soft e ultralight, se si abbozza e ci si acconcia alla cordiale intesa, alla difesa dei rispettivi campi di interesse, saltando a pié pari il macigno del loro conflitto con la sfera politico-istituzionale, chiunque non si adatti e aderisca si pone come oggettivo elemento di disturbo.

E così, D’Avanzo, tra i massimi esperti nella conoscenza dei fatti e misfatti del Bel Paese e da sempre propugnatore della libera, aperta – necessaria! – loro circolazione, affronta Travaglio all’arma bianca, reclamando la propria superiorità e l’altrui insipienza e malafede. Qualcuno, proprio della parte non sospetta, ha deciso che Schifani è sempre stato un galantuomo, o quantomeno è tornato a esserlo. And that the war is over - or at least be declared the armistice. And those who do not respect is a dangerous defeatist. And 'as if, having agreed a truce with the enemy army generals, the troops specialized nell'assalto white suddenly became useless. Indeed, with their incursions into enemy ranks, threatened to scuttle the cease-fire ... you will take the field the sample between the sappers and daring, and irreducible Travaglio sweetly says, you see, dear, you're wrong to use the method as stab in the back. And to prove that it is painful, for educational / treatment do you launched a. So maybe you know before and learn quickly. Then he discovers that the story is a total fabrication / unfounded? Patience. Is not this exactly the approach used by labor? Of complaining now?

Scary stuff, this D'Avanzo. A manipulative cynicism that they remain disgusted.

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A volte succede

Sometimes it happens - and unfortunately more and more frequently - that reading a novel involves and captures so much that interrupt task can not be postponed for a few sounds almost disaster. It 's the first observation that comes about La Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano. At least this happened to me, and I will try to explain why.

Meanwhile, and above all, because the stories told about the seasons of life - childhood, adolescence, early childhood within the family, school and friendship groups - which are universal experience. The book pertains to the ranks of the novels of education, for staging what happens to a person who, without having asked for it or have been previously consulted, that comes to household in that particular social context, how it responds and interacts - fits and / or opposes - with individuals, roles, expectations, how to face and overcome, or not, the steps - sometimes very difficult - a path and a fate already largely defined.

obligations and responsibilities, rules tacit or explicit collusion and dislikes, friendships and enmities, loneliness and inadequacies, exclusions and cruelty, a sense of belonging or of irreducible strangeness, everything is warp and weave a path from all experienced, made up of winding curves and steep hikes, and sudden sleep slopes, obstacles and lay-bys - up to the final and definitive.

This is not particularly new in the literature: trial, rather than for any self-respecting novelist. What Jordan and his debut at the age of 26 years, comes out well from the test? That is gathered from the first page that his voice, his writing is animated by a genuine true. The events and the lives of the protagonists evolve a character of perceived need strong first in the author himself: a prerequisite, this, because they can play live and persuasive to the reader, and not the result of artifice designed desk. While not describing himself in person, you feel the author is fully participatory and involved in telling the facts, but also being able to put between himself and the incandescent matter, somehow doubt experienced, the detachment that allows him to dominate until they reach the required form.

The state of grace which draws on the account is transferred to alchemically us reading, allowing us to capture the data truth of the figures involved to recognize the special nature of their stories is unique and unrepeatable.

The 26-year old Duke has understood, and perfectly made in the book, that life is to deal with the irreducible ambivalence of feelings, with the enigma of meetings sometimes happy, often unhappy, that relieve a condition of solitude constitutive , or the seal permanently.

Another component that the author highlights is the chance that determines much of our trails. Better yet, how thin the line and confused, and unstable equilibrium in the game of the meeting and clash of wills soggettive. E quanto basti a volte un sospiro inavvertitamente emesso, un sorriso mancato, uno sguardo non controllato, una parola di troppo - o proprio quella necessaria scioccamente omessa - a determinare conseguenze irreparabili.

Noi – suggerisce “La solitudine dei numeri primi” - siamo in balia di pulsioni e forze che scarsamente conosciamo, comunque non controlliamo, o ci illudiamo di riuscire a dominare. Ci culliamo nell’illusione che bastino le belle intenzioni, i buoni consigli, i piccoli rituali rassicuranti per uscirne indenni. Ci troviamo, inaspettatamente e all’improvviso, ad affrontare drammi determinati da una catena di interazioni che viltà e debolezza, impreparazione, superficialità and impotence in most cases prevent us from time to understand and address.

Jordan's book is not, of course, a thesis does not claim to prove or necessarily convincing. It is a book seething with effettacci and lights or cry, is in fact suffused with a melancholy pathos and discreet - and this particularly effective. The light that illuminates and side slope is that of understanding and compassion for the lives and stories that stages. It 'too hard and cruel in the sense that it is not comforting slyly, pretending not to beautify or make less think and suffer. Look what this life is here, say the pages of the story. It 's a tale that suddenly breaks and you can also break, a dream that can suddenly turn into a nightmare.

In the life of good family and high society dramas and tragedies come creeping in, almost unexpected and further choices and behavior motivated by the best intentions. And it is hard, especially for children and teenagers, to be able to find their way and survive with a combination of disaffection and anger that previous encounter. And where, fortunately, and somehow make it, the aftermath of trauma, fractures and wounds is terrible and painful.

In book, Duke has infused - making it a participant in some way, almost by magic spell, the player - his ability to look deeper, giving us so the benefits of gift which may be capable of writing the miracle. That this is the first opera by an author so young adds confidence and admiration for what proved he knows his life.

This is a book that I did mention the ability to empathize el'afflato Morante creature of the theater of cruelty of Artaud, the record intense, accurate and desolate of the first clandestine homosexual experiences of Edmund White, the wonder in the telling the world, so caught com 'is cruel and amused by the look of Holden Caulfield.

This is a book that has no sponsors or guarantors, and born of self and tax under its own power, not owe anything to any congregation or school. For this in academia and in small cracks his literary success is causing concern and alarm as happens to the bats in a cave filled with a sudden blinding light.

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Lars e una ragazza tutta sua

finished watching the film, one wonders: how can a community made up of people so brave and good, so kind and compassionate, so generous and selfless, create an asocial fragile, complex and psychologically burned as the protagonist the film? The worst mischief that members of the community are represented to be arriving at a teddy bear or toy soldiers collectors colleagues in office they disappear each other - and returning them immediately after apologizing. And all of them - apart from some initial grumbling - accept the game that the rubber doll-size is a real girl in Lars, and become attached to the point of tears to cry when that - always in the imagination of Lars - is ill, dies , it is celebrated the funeral. All events and situations clearly the limit - and beyond! - Incredible. Any other family and community would very quickly provided the internment of the person - or be mad laughter (envious?) The manner devised to provide for an otherwise problematic erotic fulfillment.
But everyone - from the extraordinarily good psychologist, to wish to anyone who needed that kind of support - you make (almost) immediately aware of the seriousness of the game in progress, and adapt all the same, leading it to think the second part the movie "The Wonderful Life" by Frank Capra. But in fact, in our first film lacks the necessary part. We talk, to explain the problems of Lars, the mother died in childbirth at its birth, the father fell into depression, his older brother ran away in frustration at his heels. But for now behave as heavenly brother and wife and the entire community in the film, the film was believable because there would be was no need of the drama of conflict, terrible evil at work. Of this there is no trace in the film. The community is staging a community of angels happy happy that only angels can generate. It 's a chance that the review of the film appeared in Ferrara of Il Foglio close his lavish praise by stating that the community gathered around the church on Sunday in his pastor makes me want to go and live and live? But it was representative of the profound reality that small town America? Gus Van Sant and Michael Moore Columbine have been invented from scratch? The film's message - to save a member in trouble all must do their part, the lost sheep deserves the full commitment of the Good Shepherd, etc.. - It is interesting and shared, no doubt. But as it is proposed at the level of fairy tale and turn prodigiously well understood, but always a fairy tale.
The real community with which we deal today is unfortunately one of the shopkeeper, the apothecary, the young master who preach League rifles - for heaven's sake, quite symbolic! -, Cleansing against the Roma and armed patrols. And then - hey presto! - Being in the presence of boys skinheads who invented the pretext of cigarette refused to download to the violence that happens the first of which - first, by their own community - have been uploaded a molla.
L’americano Lars e una ragazza tutta sua, o i ragazzi veronesi e una vittima predestinata tutta per loro?

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Dove

Questo di Andrea Di Consoli (La curva della notte – Rizzoli 2008) è un libro funereo, viscerale e disperato.
Dove il protagonista, al volante della sua macchina, viene colpito da un infarto raccontato in dodici stazioni che attraversano e cuciono insieme la storia di una vita.
Dove le donne sono corpi agognati e disprezzati, da spogliare, aprire e riempire come sotto frenesia predatoria generata da horror vacui.
Dove gli esseri umani sono famigliarmente chiamati cani.
Dove per avvalorare la tesi che nella realtà odierna si ha a che fare con “cani senza reason, we resort to comfort - in exergy - a fragment of the ancient Chaldean Oracles. Where
childhood friend is discovered in bed with his mother while - you hungry and willing - to humiliate and enslave.
Where the application with which to torment the friend twenty years later found in bed with the mother, but she, I took it in his mouth?
Where the young wife of his childhood, the one discovered in bed with his mother and led to a car accident which is actually a not so disguised murder, and trophies to lead straight to bed. Where
a friend newer, young and beautiful, is good only as a plaything, erotic silent as a statue eyes without irises. Where
bodies and memories of loved ones (mother, father, wives, friends) are used as materials in the composition of violent plots incestuous.
Where children are denied space, and then, in turn, poisoned by rancor. Where gravity
suspended a leaden atmosphere, from "how good it was the old dream, and what has gone wrong around relentlessly."
where the protagonist does nothing but drink and smoke and drink, in a self-destructive frenzy accompanied by presentations of cancer lung, blood outlets, paralyzed legs and other hallucinations bleak.
Where the human condition is represented and described - with persuasive effect - as a condition of sputum, bleeding and rape.
Where the materials of an old abandoned factory, the lights of a nightclub, after the revolutionary sessantottino and memories of a sad business for railways (along the coast are more than likely Calabria), are the fifth in the staging of a very dark tragedy.
where the protagonist is called Theseus. (Theseus, but was not the one who, thanks to Ariadne's thread, killing the Minotaur and the Labyrinth was going out with him except the young men destined for sacrificial victims?)
Where a mythological episode of salvation becomes mocking imitation.
Where there is a glimmer of hope, death takes pride and beauty of the sea and women was livid light used to illuminate it better.
Where is released, however, a dark underground and that land-based force, disturbing, catching and intriguing.
What else? Perhaps, in a society and a culture where life is stupid silicone, and death stubbornly removed, even the masterly description of a prolonged agony painfully forced to look into the eyes crucial aspects of a reality explicitly whole.

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Le belle vacanze

At Forte Village, Forte Village Resort, or, go past the entrance arch that welcomes you. You are a half hour drive from Cagliari, 39 km from the regional capital of Sardinia, half way between Pula and Teulada. The calendar marks the 25th of April, which celebrates the liberation of Italy from fascism. The climate is good, warm sun, light and air. We are on a Friday, so too will the weather be tomorrow and Sunday. Stay at the Village promises under the sign of good wishes.

the driveway leading to the reception waiting for you in a parade of a dozen brand-new car models to delight lovers of luxury sports cars. Elegant, streamlined, shiny aluminum and leather smell, would require to sing a reviving D'Annunzio. Not up to such beauty, I bow respectfully and hasty step further. Then I come to know that the famous car manufacturer has agreed with the direction of the village two months of sponsorship of events hosted. In return, anyone can experience the participants as desired, without cost or obligation, the thrill of driving cars so portentous. When you say: let us help each other and improve each business!

Sold out this short commercial and para introductory note, let us now describe the features of the site that hosts us. Meanwhile, and above all, to leap to the eyes is a unique Mediterranean-tropical nature. This is not only hotel and resort: This is a forest, a forest, an oasis Mediterranean, an exuberant flora and nursery stock, in which walking, perfectly camouflaged and, come across a considerable variety of elegant buildings.

The Forte Village is therefore first and foremost, a cornucopia of trees and flowers of all kinds. To be more precise, within the 25 acres on which the village extends more than 60,000 live plants treated by 80 gardeners. It feels literally within an embrace of green scent. Who built the structures for receiving the Village seems to have accepted, in the realization of buildings, the challenge of an excellent nature.

The history of the village is gone, necessary in summary, as well. Born at the beginning of Seventies thanks to a group of entrepreneurs Sardinian (Saia, a subsidiary of Bastogi), and detected by Charles Forte, the Italian who emigrated to London Ciociaria, were built to start the first two floors of the four current Castle Hotel. Then, in just the years, the firm and loving hand of the owner, in the meantime become among the world's first luxury hotel in tourism, has developed the initial settlement adding pieces and parts, villages and hamlets, to the size current. If you need some essential figure, inside the boundary of the 25-acre Village now consists of seven hotels, 4 and 5 star hotels and 700 rooms and 20 suites, 14 restaurants and 21 bars, tennis courts and a 11campi golf, 10 swimming pools, a regular football field, a perfectly equipped fitness room, a thalassotherapy center, with 6 tanks of seawater at different temperatures. It 'also a conference center equipped with 18 rooms of all sizes and capacities.

To complete the picture, you need some other figures. The maximum receptivity during the high season (July and August) is 1,800 persons for a total of 250,000 customers a year. Prices range from HB in low season to € 400, up to 800/1200 in the high season. A person. But a suite costs between 10,000 and 15,000 € per week. And the luxury suites, Royal Suite or (the one where they stayed as soccer star David Beckham and Ronaldo) costs 7000 € per night. (Ohibò, issue of 180 square meters surrounded by walkable terraces with private swimming pool attached!).

But back for a moment to Charles Forte, a native of Ciociaria and made Lord of the Queen of England for special merits. The property of the Village was at one point subtracted from the ascent of an international investment funds, Granada, and is then repeatedly passed from hand to hand until last year, she returned to the Italian ones Fimit Capitalia and data management in the group Marcegaglia, a family of Emma current president of Confindustria. The case has it that last year Charles Forte's gone to the ripe old age of 98 years. When we say that a cycle draws to completion ...

The present value of the Village? There is talk of 300 million euro. To run it undertook, during the high season, 900 people to various tasks: the receipt administration, procurement, food preparation in the kitchen of their imbandigione at the table, from cleaning to maintain the efficiency of all parts of this natural oasis, this Mediterranean-tropical garden, this powerful machine, yet discreet, lightweight, serving the welfare of those who choose to entrust to his care.

To coordinate, monitor and supervise the whole, more than 14 years, there Lorenzo Giannuzzi, the Director-General two years ago awarded an honorary degree from the Academy of Russian international tourism. But, for that matter, is the ninth year that the Forte Village is awarded the first prize of the best hotels in the world. To better characterize the quality of the director is necessary to recall its decision to award each year a book writer with a check for € 5000 and bought a thousand copies and distributed to the guests. Which, in these times of low readings, and many papers and television thrones, not bad. Last year he was awarded the Sicilian Pierangelo Buttafuoco, last year the Sardinian Milena Agus.

Walking paths and avenues - strictly on foot or by bike - looking through sports facilities and playgrounds, patrolling corners, crevices and small squares, pools and beaches, what is striking is the order, cleanliness, decor. Without mentioning here that extreme situations such as waste from Campania, merely points out the normal degradation and neglect of our cities, we experience what the Village is the exact opposite. The image of cleanliness and efficiency of the whole look even manic - as well as, on the other hand, the furnishing of the interior. It does not take genius to grasp immediately the effect of the hand of people who would say love your work. Everything there is designed and resolved to make the guests feel at home: plenty of space, well chosen colors, functional furnishings and tasteful. Here there is no sign of avarice or vulgarity, or needless pomp of stinginess. The good life, good living, the well will be chasing each other and reinforce each other. Workers to various tasks encountered during the day are dressed appropriately, greet and smile without interrupting what they're doing. The message they convey is that they do him right: which, to be in a place where people who work at the service of wealthy people here to relax and have fun, sounds a little 'miraculous.

You say that my description may sound spoiled by an excess of enthusiasm? It depends on the type of experience that this place has given me three days. You turn on a grid of streets and alleys - by bicycle, which is in itself pleasant - amid the cornucopia of green that I mentioned. Suddenly emerge in a clearing cheered by a small lake on which struts a group of pink flamingos. You look a bit quieter with the eye 'of those who sneak in life he saw something else. And you, away by bike, you can not carry around a shadow of unease. Who is there temporary and ephemeral, others solid and natural character?

want proof of quality and health status enjoyed by the Village? Watch as they move inside, expressing what the guests children. The town houses are closed, traffic chaos and noise, the stench of pollution. Here roam free between sports fields and playgrounds, swimming pools to suit them and clean beaches. There are no cars on the road, workers move to the various services on small electric cars quiet and relatively slow, the greatest danger may come from those who jog or bicycle moves. Children are grouped by their account, calm and excited for the free space, content and relaxed. Village quickly to regain their health that is congenial. And we discover how the adult children are in themselves, in their very different way, all beautiful, and what lifestyle they are forced instead to town makes them dull and ugly. A watch for a while ', you want to mix with their anonymous and unarmed, the hobnail boots left outside the door, and even a bit forgetful' purer. Of course, it would be great if all children of the world enjoyed a similar situation. Be able to see the Village actually helps you understand how much common in normal children will be gone.

And now is the case, after infancy, even to break a lance in favor of early youth. And 'that happened in the days of hospitality enjoyed at the Village, to look after her during meals was a group of young di una scuola alberghiera di Brescia prestati per un mese di stage al Forte. E’ successo che tra di loro – tutti di un livello di efficienza, serietà e professionalità irreprensibili - ce ne fossero alcuni particolarmente dotati in immagine e stile nello svolgimento del servizio. A me è venuto da pensare a certe descrizioni che al proposito si leggono nei romanzi di Thomas Mann e Robert Musil, o in certi film - uno in particolare, La vecchia signora di Ermanno Olmi. E non vi scandalizzate se all’improvviso mi è passata per la testa l’idea che a meritare di essere serviti fossero più loro che alcuni tra i commensali: per evidenti ragioni di eleganza e grazia - per classe, oserei perfino dire. Poi, la sera, sul tardi, nelle vicinity of where bowling is played with a group of friends, I happened to find that next door to play football on a pitch right there were the boys in the hotel school. The unimpeachable professional and archangels of the day had turned into devils committed to beating the ball hard, but with an anger that make sense what it means in terms of sacrifice and constraint, the job of serving people at the table much more fortunate and rich you.

In my repeated, happy but a little 'childish regressive wanderings in bike paths and lanes, at one point I accidentally pushed a side passage that made me break into a courtyard at the rear of a building seemed to have no obvious function. It could be a deposit, a dormitory for the staff, a warehouse. In the corners were piled bags and boxes, parked on the sides of several small electric cars that run continuously in the paths of the Village as cockroaches in the plumbing or blood in the arteries. In the center of the courtyard, a group of people, men and women, bivouacked without liveries or uniforms, completely devoid of tension and urges them smiling her normally. Who hung, who smoked, no one uttered a word. Stagnated in the air suspended a sense of despair and abandonment, as the pending review of an inexorable loss.

I felt removed from the magic circle, suddenly passed over the mirror. It took me a feeling of alarm in the throat as a child whose favorite tune is interrupted, removed from the toy. I recoil with his throat burnt, spoiled the head of someone who has unwittingly done something improper.

I dived in the usual flow, including pictures of happy faces and bright green trees, surrounded by waves of bright colors and deep flavors. But I came in uncontrollable head questions in streams. This Village is, in essence, even a splendid theatrical setting where it is staging a play? It is clever and sophisticated sleight of hand? In its striving for harmonious perfection tank, in an attempt to create a small, fictitious ideal world, you do not want to actually remove from view the presence of disorder, do not break any sign of conflict, corruption and decay? This

Village, beyond the concrete dimension of well-organized holiday, is also the materialization of a world outside the world, the dream of an untouched and unspoiled paradise primitive. For the rich who can afford it has created a piece of protection and shelter, a paradise where, by paying the appropriate price, honey and milk flow of happiness on command. Out there flapping ghosts and phantoms, bursting screams of rage and violence, exploding bombs and ambush. Out there blood flow and starving, helpless and miserable land in droves, teeming multitudes of the damned in transhumance, the air is acrid stench of corpses. Here the tables of restaurants crammed with delicacies artistically molded waterfalls, the bathrooms of the suites are as large as the space in other parts of the world where whole families are sleeping. It should be that the children of Gaza, or any of the thousands of slums in the world could discover and appreciate the subtleties of this wealthy nirvana sumptuous. Contact

of many delights and precious, come to mind the final words of the recent book by Giorgio Ruffolo, where the modern world is pictured as an apartment with two rooms in is wasted and the other is a crack.

living things, real things, have ups and downs, light and shadow, solids and voids. The skins are smooth scars to report bruises and wounds. To be staged here is among the most advanced states of earthly happiness. Everything seems to be unlimited and unrestricted gift, the scene has been meticulously expunged the very idea of \u200b\u200bstress, fatigue. Here is all down, nothing is rejected, every wish is fulfilled promptly. You do not feel bad smells, the looks are full of good feelings. It 's a heady experience for the suspension of the narrow confines of the rules narrow, of insurmountable obstacles.

Then, alla fine, prima dell’uscita e del ritorno alla realtà, si passa dal varco dove, forniti di carta di credito, si è rigorosamente attesi. Mentre si appone in calce la propria firma, si fa il pieno finale di complimenti e sorrisi. E, saliti sul pulman che porta all’aeroporto, dopo qualche chilometro si attraversa la selva irta di ferraglie, di torri fiammeggianti e di panciute cisterne del deposito carburanti della Saras di Moratti. Tutto è tornato ferruginoso e livido, massiccio e minaccioso.

Usciti dal mondo bucolico e sublime del Villaggio, si è tornati in quello vero dove si agitano intrecciati i simulacri della vita vera, e l’altrettanto reale presentimento di distruzione, inquinamento e morte.