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Jokes

In middle school, Professor Rita Masi Cerati lesson was reading them on "Candid" Guareschi, the headings "Viewed from the right" and "Viewed from the left" was a way to feed us free trial on the facts. The recipe can be applied today to the cases of Knight, pitting two old jokes. Viewed from the right: an old woman calls the police: "My neighbor across the turns in the house naked with the windows wide open." The police runs, scans and objected: "But madam, you see only from the waist up, there is a window sill." "You climb on the cabinet and see!" replies the old lady. Viewed from the left by train, a traveler, alone in the compartment, is seized by uncontrollable intestinal crisis. Open a newspaper on the floor, breaks free and goes all under the seat. Here comes another passenger who complains dell'odoraccio. "I do not feel anything," says the astute. The newcomer does not fit, see a piece of paper, pull it and discovers the loot. "You see?" exclaims. And the other: "Well, if it gives heed to all that is in the press ...". It 's almost needless to add that, in this case, the old woman on the cabinet resembles Boccassini, while the incontinent train is the alter ego of "the world's favorite prime minister". Which of the two old jokes I enjoy the most? No, things repeated bore me.

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The building

My son, Renato Buratti, construction engineer, he can not bullshitting, but realized very important works: the other day I was invited to make a visit to the palace that he built (as the project manager) in the square Sopranis In the district Genoese Dinegro. The majestic beauty of the building I was stunned, not knowing if I had seen nothing of its history, I would have thought of being in front of a work of Giuseppe Terragni, who was the best Italian architect in the period between the two world wars . The whole square was rebuilt for the better, is no longer the semi-abandoned space in which I pushed myself as a boy to go and look around in an old ice factory: a magic lane full of furniture and coils. Now the factory is gone, left the room for the new building. I gave her farewell with a sonnet: "The ice factory was Dinegro, / supply vessels bananas / lists follow each reading / rollers, including a drain allegro. / A block (wrapped in wool / to last) was enough to ice / made of wood and zinc. The housewife / will store the water fountain / sparkling performance with the two cartine. / steals some piece of that ice / slush the emerald dream / Cornigliano, fable lost: / glasses remained on a cold veil / h this covers our life ".

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Fiat

Forty years ago, in June of 1970, I was at the gates of the Fiat Mirafiori during one of the cyclical crises of the colossus. Posted in Turin for a series of articles, I had already been in contact with wings extreme conflict, the chief of staff of the company and a leader of "Lotta Continua", the movement that fanned the flames of the claims. Two interviews, two disappointments: the manager claimed that Fiat had assistesse interview a witness of his choice, saying he feared that the statements attributed never said, in the field against the "big" revolutionary asked me thirty thousand dollars for a declaration: in exchange for payment guaranteed me he would not make complaints if - as expected - had distorted his thinking. I refused and walked away. In conclusion, I was disappointed and sad at the gates like a wet dog. I clarified the situation, with a few focused words, a worker who came out: "Look, if Fiat is an investment, it does certainly improve my working conditions ...". It was the certification of a complete estrangement between the parties. Looking back, I will be connected the events of then and now a famous quote by Gianni Agnelli: "Falling in Love? E 'stuff as a waiter." So I doubt takes a paradoxical but Agnelli will never truly love their factories?

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Radetzky

Ms. Vincenzi, Mayor of Genoa, considered an insult to the 150 anniversary of the unification of Italy that, in the New Year concert at the Teatro Carlo Felice, has played the well-known Radetzky March, the Austrian Marshal accerrimo who was an enemy of the patriots in Milan. I believe that if you had done a survey, the majority of enthusiastic spectators, when questioned about the identity of Radetzky, he replied "But it is the author of the march." Ignorance that justifies because I myself do not hear about the repression of Radetzky at least half a century since, that is, the Risorgimento was put in limbo by the subjects to make room for more social aspects: eg General Bava Beccaris cannon against demonstrators Milanese 1898. Despite the silence, I still knew all of Radetzky, thanks to my notebook "for good" fourth-grade: a cover page was in fact told the story of the Five Days of Milan, with the short-lived victory for the Patriots, followed by the return of grim sergeant. The story was also accompanied by a poem in Milanese dialect, which I still remember the opening lines: "El if el Radesca boasted / de cognoss the Milanese / and inscì ridend it schersava el / co OS Croatia, the Hungarian co ... "Who knows who had written: I have searched in vain on the Internet.

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Students Without

Giorgio Napolitano signed the Gelmini Law, which is then in effect: Despite appeals, demonstrations, riots, climbing roofs, fasting, students and researchers have achieved nothing, not even in terms of visibility, in such a gathering of minds and degrees, the only character came to the fore was a "pizza precarious" licensed media, which, perhaps to live up to his profession, gave a monstrous "pizza" with the helmet to a fellow parade and gave him a nose to Bearzot. I remember, certainly by contrast, the only student demonstration in which I participated. It was in 1953, Tito was trying to get possession of Trieste and the President of the Council Pella had sent our troops to the border. At Columbus High School decided to do a march in support of the government and ask for permission to head (gosh, how we were covered!). Professor Ciminiello we listened, his face purple: "Permission?" I command you to go and show! I have fought to Trieste in the First World War. " We left joyous, but after fifty yards we stopped for a port that were holding picket steel hooks used to move bales of cotton. We were told curtly: "War to Trieste? Are you crazy, do not talk! Go back to school." Five minutes later we were back in the pews.