Friday, February 11, 2011

Brunton Echo 440 Laser Rangefinder

Yesterday, February 10, "Day of Remembrance"

Primo Levi
Edizioni San Paolo licensed by Giulio Einaudi Editore (special edition for Famiglia Cristiana - 1 of the series)
size 13.5 x20, 5x2
Weight ... now I'm in bed and getting up to make a weighted (left open) (weighing 267 gr.)

Act July 20, 2000, No 211
(published in Official Gazette No. 177 of July 31, 2000)

We heterophile
Left never agree on anything, not even on foibe , let alone Berlusconi.
Yet there are success of all colors, even the recommendations Togliatti to Trieste to find tables full of food to the troops of Tito ... (but I say io non bastavano le giustificazioni a Vincenzo Bianco ?)  gli alpini hanno sempre pagato , ragioni di guerra e di stato, sia che a comandare ci fossero i neri, i bianchi,i rossi o le veline.
Togliatti era il migliore, figuriamoci gli altri, e ci sono anche vie intitolate al Palmiro. Berlusconi se non fa una deportazione di escort nell'isola di Santa Lucia, non gli dedicano neanche un vicolo cieco.
Non ho mai visto le foibe, ma ho visto un regime. Sono stato in Jugoslavia. Tito era appena morto, credo fosse l'Agosto del 1980. Ero andato in ferie con amici a Ginevra (treno). Quelli erano andati in ferie in Geneva to rest in a tent. All day in a tent to sleep. What pipe are you going to do to Geneva to sleep in a tent? But then mount the Canadian garden, you save your ticket and your mother's kitchen! We did not. I take a train back to Italy. Massiiiii, in Milan the first train out of it ... you go for a ride in Venice, Trieste I have not ever seen a sign with a train leaving for Belgrade, I'm going to see from the Danube. A Villa Opicina board the train guards. I had a backpack vacuum. Those of Switzerland I had pots that bring a lot of them do not even had my grandmother in the kitchen (eleven in the family). I left everything to them. Now, those of my compartment I do understand in un tedesco loro, che vogliono darmi i loro jeans comprati a Trieste, perchè glieli avrebbero sequestrati. Riempio lo zaino ma non voglio i cartellini sui jeans (quelli sorridono e dicono in un italiano stentato che gli italiani sanno come fregare la polizia, non so se offendermi o compiacermi). Solo un vecchio tiene per se un carillon, è convinto che quello non interessi a nessuno.
Entra la polizia. da calci nelle pareti, smontano il treno. Mi guardano il passaporto e non toccano la mia roba. Tutto il resto, tutto vuol dire tutto, sequestrano. Buttano in terra il carillon che poi raccolgono e picchiano il vecchio. A Lubiana, la polizia scende e carica tutto il sequestrato (magliette e jeans) on a truck, fill it and go. Back to the stuff in the compartment and I realize what a people should suffer from a tyrant. No, Tito had died but had not changed anything. Then fields and fields of sunflowers in asking what a mess I had stuck. On public transport the framework of Titus, as if here, I went underground and I were at the photo of each coach Silvio good in dress uniform (high so to speak), with a hat on the sterns of Ruby (the man there, has yogurt on his head now, with the inside of bifid Activia).
I stopped only two nights, I was afraid. Everyone wanted to buy everything. Watches, shoes, pants. They told me to go to the supermarket (a only in the center of Belgrade, Yugo All brand or Jumo) to buy from dress. I made money by selling what I was wearing. A scheme is a bad thing. You die or around one in ten thousand, do not fear change ... I think. We foibe we remember too little, while we have the memory of other things while respecting equally bad. It 'ran away the day too.
I'm back in Croatia in '95 the situation was a bit 'changed but the guerrillas was not over. Fear and fear in Slovenia in the woods to get to River. I went to a factory trains (when they bomb out of the first ships, planes and trains). They made engines for the United States at prices from losers of war. They hated Italians and these premises were fear of "Slavs." The Italians told me half-words on the deportation, the ravines and on the "nothing has changed." They spoke little (the Italians) always terrified of being spied on and punished
... if they are men?






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