Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Can I Crush My Can Of Diced Tomatoes
Mozambicans A fire!
Here is the story that fills the ears and eyes of all Mozambicans in these days:
Five Mozambicans flee promptly from South Africa.
25 deaths.
lynching. (Nigerians seem strangely unable to escape from the new wave of xenophobic).
are beaten men, women and even children arrive at the border Ressano Garcia injured and terrified, their lives are now like ghosts in the shadow of violence.
"We steal their jobs. We are hurt because of them! If you must go." In South Africa these days
breathe deeply of the heavy air of ethnic hatred, which reeks of hunger and poverty.
will be looked for foreigners, immigrants (a category that includes those who leave their country Poor to look for work elsewhere, usually by agreeing to perform the same functions that the citizens of the receiving country does not want to do. They fill the coffers of the tax foreign country and send money to their homeland.'m billion on the planet).
Obviously in a country like South Africa, the only car driving the economy of Southern Africa, After the plunge into the abyss of no return of Zimbabwe immigrants abound, and have mostly Mozambican nationality.
Mozambique.
The neighboring country has offered asylum to members of the ANC during apartheid, which is fattening and expand visibly every weekend border cities such as Nelspruit. The country that hosts the Great Baba Mandela who, in addition to prefer Mozambique for his rheumatism worse drive South African winter, he also married a Mozambican, and not some (Josina Machel, wife of the first president of independence, killed in an attack, and a symbol for the value and strength of the Mozambican Women's Mozambique and Africa in general). A beautiful couple.
The country that sent cheap labor for centuries, thanks to which South Africa, apartheid or not, has the largest mining industry in Africa.
But I will not dwell on the history and politics, which naturally gorge themselves on large pig who is about to be cooked to poison the masses.
I would draw your attention to the fact that it appears that once again we had deluded. A
'other sheep ran away from the herd without notice! Another revolt, more anger, more hatred and fire. More screams in the air that terrorize our ears that would not know anything right these bad stories of other countries.
But who would have thought? But what will now
Mozambique all these people fleeing their homes, jobs, money and family often? Will be in Maputo? Violence and crime will increase ...
will be another Zimbabwe?
And if they start to take it with white people?
But who is behind it all?
And because the police does not intervene?
I do not know that there are faces behind this new African history. Probably there is the will to destabilize the government, the involvement of organized crime, the elections are approaching, in the end we talk about people of Soweto, the poor wretches who kill each other ...
But one thing is for sure! A certainty that I began to inflate the stomach ... I see it, is the ...
I see his hand putting fire to the living people, I see it beating the kids, I see her old friend to point the finger at immigrants who will be lynched.
is the hand of the suffering and poverty. It is the hand of the unjust world in which we live.
and anger that millions of people try to wake up in the morning to those who have and will have more and more of them.
E 'Injustice.
E 'hate.
E 'Violence of the poor on the poor.
And there's no escape as long as things continue to go this way.
Tonight, as I write these words, I wonder of my thoughts ... this does not surprise me that much. 
Here is the story that fills the ears and eyes of all Mozambicans in these days:
Five Mozambicans flee promptly from South Africa.
25 deaths.
lynching. (Nigerians seem strangely unable to escape from the new wave of xenophobic).
are beaten men, women and even children arrive at the border Ressano Garcia injured and terrified, their lives are now like ghosts in the shadow of violence.
"We steal their jobs. We are hurt because of them! If you must go." In South Africa these days
breathe deeply of the heavy air of ethnic hatred, which reeks of hunger and poverty.
will be looked for foreigners, immigrants (a category that includes those who leave their country Poor to look for work elsewhere, usually by agreeing to perform the same functions that the citizens of the receiving country does not want to do. They fill the coffers of the tax foreign country and send money to their homeland.'m billion on the planet).
Obviously in a country like South Africa, the only car driving the economy of Southern Africa, After the plunge into the abyss of no return of Zimbabwe immigrants abound, and have mostly Mozambican nationality.
Mozambique.
The neighboring country has offered asylum to members of the ANC during apartheid, which is fattening and expand visibly every weekend border cities such as Nelspruit. The country that hosts the Great Baba Mandela who, in addition to prefer Mozambique for his rheumatism worse drive South African winter, he also married a Mozambican, and not some (Josina Machel, wife of the first president of independence, killed in an attack, and a symbol for the value and strength of the Mozambican Women's Mozambique and Africa in general). A beautiful couple.
The country that sent cheap labor for centuries, thanks to which South Africa, apartheid or not, has the largest mining industry in Africa.
But I will not dwell on the history and politics, which naturally gorge themselves on large pig who is about to be cooked to poison the masses.
I would draw your attention to the fact that it appears that once again we had deluded. A
'other sheep ran away from the herd without notice! Another revolt, more anger, more hatred and fire. More screams in the air that terrorize our ears that would not know anything right these bad stories of other countries.
But who would have thought? But what will now
Mozambique all these people fleeing their homes, jobs, money and family often? Will be in Maputo? Violence and crime will increase ...
will be another Zimbabwe?
And if they start to take it with white people?
But who is behind it all?
And because the police does not intervene?
I do not know that there are faces behind this new African history. Probably there is the will to destabilize the government, the involvement of organized crime, the elections are approaching, in the end we talk about people of Soweto, the poor wretches who kill each other ...
But one thing is for sure! A certainty that I began to inflate the stomach ... I see it, is the ...
I see his hand putting fire to the living people, I see it beating the kids, I see her old friend to point the finger at immigrants who will be lynched.
is the hand of the suffering and poverty. It is the hand of the unjust world in which we live.
and anger that millions of people try to wake up in the morning to those who have and will have more and more of them.
E 'Injustice.
E 'hate.
E 'Violence of the poor on the poor.
And there's no escape as long as things continue to go this way.
Tonight, as I write these words, I wonder of my thoughts ... this does not surprise me that much.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Free Computer Desks Blueprints
mail became a post ... for the sake of writing and communication
Hello to all and all ... hopefully this is not a group email Forward sottotilata but it is a sincere greeting that I send you from the land of mayhem (as before Amado said, referring to Brazil and as I say I am referring to what is perhaps more than the mayhem or is the extreme limit of the world forgot: Africa-Mozambique). 
Hello to all and all ... hopefully this is not a group email Forward sottotilata but it is a sincere greeting that I send you from the land of mayhem (as before Amado said, referring to Brazil and as I say I am referring to what is perhaps more than the mayhem or is the extreme limit of the world forgot: Africa-Mozambique). Since I live here it seems to me that this country has filled my days so as not to realize that during these seven months my innermost subcutaneous part has undergone a profound transformation ... very similar to what I would call almost fearful existential leap . So, this country ... ... Mozambique has ceased to be one of the many ghost of the globe were " cheddiosolosadovediavoloè " but has made a living character in my life experience so much that new person before my very eyes clouded by a flight of Occidentalism.
Why do you write? Maybe some of you are months or years and can not feel them even more than I see them ... but equally I want to share a quick thought about this last experience in Africa.
few days ago I returned from a trip to a distant place in the center of Mozambique, called Caia. A small provincial town crossed by the enormous Zambezi River, which for its strange appearance, covers the territory a thousand rivulets winding its inhabitants into his arms silver. A wonderful ... I can swear.
The work has led me on these devices lands of sub outskirts of the modern world. The school twinning project, for which you work, provided for a two week trip with a group of Bologna and the Mozambican capital (Maputo for the uninitiated) to an elementary school zona.Il planned program was made and passed: a wonderful mural with colored drawings of children and is about the school wall, a beautiful theater made by children in language Sena, rugby! (Think of African children playing rugby ... hilarious!) And hypnotic dances, such as plastic pipes and drums, and older women stamped their feet in the ground ancestral awakening energy, laughter, misunderstandings, and pellebianca pellenera, mosquitoes, malaria, moist, silence, endless skies, imbondeiros (baobab) 1000 years old, fishing, a myriad of impressions of little feet on clay and children and babies and children ...
For those who have never been to Africa, you will never account what I mean when I say CHILDREN. Africa is full of human beings from 0 to 13 years! are many wonderful ... and of course like all children. Only those who Caia now have something special, as are the red ones left by the Little Prince on the planet. There were so many roses as the Little Prince ... yet she knew that this was special ... just for the time that he had spent ...
My children opened something inside of me the sight of the human panorama! The Poverty running in those places and filling the bellies of children, the one that breaks down to the last wire-shirts that inevitably discover, rather than cover, the dark little bodies, one that makes walking miles to a tank of water. It 'a poverty that makes you get high and moves you to be absolutely just another spectator of something that you had already told but which had not yet seen the faces with your eyes. And now I understand, to distance in time, when Alex Zanotelli said in an interview "that you should never remove the faces!
Dear friends, I pursue it for many years in Africa, I have searched everywhere even when he was away, I tasted some imagine, glimpsed and loved, but now that I have reached I understand the reason for such intense hunger. This week THE EDGE OF THE WORLD I have filled my heart, I was spoiled, I have fed and rocked the night when the moon rose yellow gold on the blue mantle. I was awakened at dawn with the cry of some beast ready to die, I have soaked the clothes of a smell, I have dirty feet and hands constantly, and I got slapped so hard that his head still suits me fine.
In Mozambique AFRICA would say that the NAO is brincadeira (no joke) ... and that it is not! ... But we have not even joking. Even If the poor smile and have fun, then it does not mean that things are not so bad ... NO!
The people in this world is evil dear my dear friends, most people in this world of hell will never have the chance to have a tenth of what your parents did at our age ( you have any age) ... even if you have already said, I know , I must repeat ... and is not a chant, nor a moral or lesson of life, not a "think of the children of Biafra" (imaginary place of our childhood European Union), is not history or politics, not blame, is not recommended. It is not "nothing" ... just a strong emotion that exploded in my heart and I wanted to share with you.
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