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On camps.

I'm working on a coop under contract with Hera, the environmental services company in the city of Bologna, a collaboration of about a month that brings me around to the houses in the countryside and the hills about people on how to do the collection, which will begin in November for these districts to be door to door. Yesterday I happened into a nomad camp, which was not in the list of my contacts but I stopped a bit 'out of curiosity, a little' because part of my job to report the contacts that are unlisted.
And I would say: how nice! I entered the doorway of that field with six houses supplied by the city with all the services and the caravan of about 80 families. I come to meet a man about sixty, a woman and children. I started to explain what I was doing there, showing them my trinkets, various bins and bags .. and listen to them, they explained, smiling. Yes indeed, nothing special, normal. Exactly! I would like to pause for a bit ', continue to chat, drink coffee .. but I was working. The road leading there is Persicetana at that hour traffic and lynched by the fleeing truck, and of course has no sidewalk, you have to walk on the edge between the white line and the gard rail. That gentleman has kindly offered to accompany me in the car to my car, but I did not want to disturb you, but on the other hand I did not think that being wary of him. There was a tone in his voice as he explained to me, it seemed as if I do not know .. ask for forgiveness every word, as if to justify his presence .. who knows how much pressure these people must endure.
Luggage here this feeling light and sweet. This world is not all bad.

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Why the Democrats vote Republican.

I would like to communicate my satisfaction paraprofessionals to read the article by Alexander Stille released on R2 Republic of September 19. To explore the phenomenon of many American voters who sacrifice their vote against their own interest, that is to say, although the data show that in every democratic government run by the wage rise and the economy grows, you end up voting Republican. That 's what happens in Italy, right?

Stille explains all this with the phenomenon of ' identification. I quote: "The television gives the impression or the illusion that the voter can know the candidates, to enter into intimacy with them," . Of course, from this point of view the chances for a candidate to be elected depends on its ability to be show-man and psicomante and closer to his audience. Stille known fact that the only Democratic candidates who won in the last 40 years were Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton, to whom he writes: ".. from his prestigious degree, can speak the language of a pig farmer 's Iowa or a mechanic, as well as to move at ease among the movie stars or Nobel Prizes. "

This is a gift that our left-wing politicians do not have, given the difficulties they encounter in their message groped to find their way out of the cliff in big words in impeccable newspeak / R / dull. But I do say to Stille:

The same happened in Italy. The old policy was guided by the parties and was very paternalistic. The people accepted the fact that politicians should be more educated and that is expressed differently from ordinary people. (In the first parliament after the Second World War there was a higher percentage of graduates to date, despite much lower levels of literacy). Part of the success of Berlusconi and Umberto Bossi has a common denominator, the use of the language of ordinary people, even vulgar, obscene, that horrifies the educated elite but creates identification in many voters. The two have brought to parliament people with few qualifications, and therefore many without even a degree. What matters are not the policies we pursue, but the sense of identification.

Stille Maybe not find my argument (that set of theories in Please ) too outlandish.

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the fabulous world of work.

I am back from a ten day holiday northern Europe, where I developed a considerable layer of envy order and the naturalness with which the national respect for others and can leave the cows free side of the highway. Here I am back to work, the first job after a summer of frantic and fruitless search. A job really .. what words to use, not wanting to enter words? The most basic rights of workers crushed shamelessly no limit to the extraordinary, paid as ordinary employment, even if it's night and overtime for more festive. Me and my friend-colleague have now put in place a tiny union battle, just for fun, as if to prove what and how it works. First of all, the work is proposed to us by sms. We both respond by agreeing, "Okay, but with a contract that specifies the hourly and treatment extraordinarily. "Maybe the girl will be done before calling an amused chuckle and say, but certain: all right! The first night we go home at 4 am, and after 11 hours half of work. The next evening at the same time, after 11 hours. We talk to the girl, who is part of the triumvirate of leaders, along with her boyfriend and mother-in-law. We ask you: but these extraordinary à go go ? There SPEGA looking forward to not piss around € 7 per hour under that contract is a lump sum of ordinary and extraordinary! What if there is good can safely replace them! I retort that it is not so simple, because we signed a contract. She says that we should not be afraid, if you can not do, we can easily talk to the old. At 23:30 I approach cautiously almost crawling to the old stand by that antibiotic (will come to recommend you, to stop complaining) and hiss: "If there is not much to do tonight .. we could go home early? These two nights have been really hard .. " I get hit by an avalanche of insults and threats of dismissal of charges does not get started, I did not know what is working and that lasts for an hour, in the dialect of Forli. In the end I do not know what happens, but at 00:30 sends us home and we recommended to rest the next day and wait for his call ...
I will stop here because my goal was not a chronology of facts, but only calarvi an invitation to the fabulous world of work which opens up, the frustration of being treated like machines that produce something (package of tortillas in the celebration of PD, in this case), although our life, our baggage, our intelligence more or less, our dignity.
Chain store "Goldenpoint" until a few days ago he posted a sign in the window that says "without personal research experience for periods of training." I went to ask. I state that will report on the numbers that we do not put my hand on fire because the faulty memory, but more or less a description of the mission sounded like this: one year full-time with a symbolic expenses (300 €?) to learn the secrets of commessologia! I wonder how this can be legal! Legalized the exploitation of labor, but who has permission? This means "find America", I presume, for the young gentlemen of Goldenpoint: to make people work for free and pocketing all the proceeds!
I had terrible nightmares of stepmothers, grandmothers of tyrannical and sadistic slave and fat for three days following the last day of work.
Maybe this is just an outlet, but after all this is my blog, and there is nothing wrong if I use it a bit 'as a diary.