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guys do not seem possible. Really. I feel like I just woke up from a hangover right now I have dull to the point of losing sight of what I have planned diligently for a year now: I did not realize it was so late! Today I am leaving, folks, I have a suitcase the size of a heavyweight I gazes from the corner of the room as if to say okay, man, we dance, dance. It 's just a lady who does not want to be left to wait, yet speaks (parla!) with a sergeant from language film. Ticking, the race of the hands of the clock things worse, condemns me to hurry and do not feel that I will not. Because right now I just want to be left alone to enjoy this feeling of surprise, the amazing surprise when you pull yourself out of the wild card from the sleeve. But let's step back. We lived lives easier, often inventing problems absurd to kill time because we were besieged by boredom, so I planned an escape, an escape from this absence of problems that began to itch. I am excited by the idea of \u200b\u200bandarmi to look a bit 'of sound forward, to break a bit' of bridges and lay the foundation for something new. Solo, I had not realized there came a step so . Nice idea to raise the curtains and go to something even groped filed somewhere that you can only imagine, when you know Tomorrow night you'll sleep in your warm bed. A little 'less when you do not know inside (or outside) walls which can sleep next time. What will be the last face you've seen it before. What will be the last language in which you spoke. The exact opposite of predictability, as well as peace of mind, I think. Still, would not be as fun without a lot of unknowns.

were saying, I'll leave, I leave, I'm leaving. For how long? Six months. Where? A place I only know the name of Volos. Well, I know that is the birthplace of De Chirico and the departure of another expedition no less epic than mine, that of Jason and his Argonauts in search the Golden Fleece. Why? There are academic reasons, but I'll leave those to someone that they may be understood, not happen at first ... With you would rather that those reasons right now are making me hyperventilate before the sun rises in the window in front of me. Of boredom, we said. The desire to prove myself? But not only. I wanted to see how the world I've always felt as if it revolved around me if you would manage in the absence of the undersigned. I wanted to make the dress rehearsal of the flight, the real one from home. And, last but not least , I wanted to see if it's true what they say if you walk into a bar and orders a greek greek coffee (which is also at the molecular level indistinguishable the turkish coffee) calling turkish coffee. Oh, and I wanted to put some 'sea between me and this Italy where I feel more and more clandestine, grant me the luxury to mingle for a while' to the crowd of foreigners that now illuminated from all sides to enjoy our country sbertucciare Punchinello as if it was not their problem (and I say illegal because my friend, is no longer just a policy speech, 'Fuck the politics now becomes more of a discourse of dignity, and that ...).
I had imagined so many beautiful things, true, winning by writing a few days ago, when the start was far enough not to be touched. Would probably also played best. But the urgency of the moment, need to share with you once again of what I'm splashing in the head I have forgotten all. I finished the last post you were to confess that I missed, I had no hope to get involved in everything that pulsed just as strong among all the banality of every day. But now I want you I miss you, nor I want to miss. I'm ready to dive. You'll hear from me in the perfect moment.
for ten minutes you hear what I'm hearing from a night? So please, give her and listened to live this well!

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Am I dead? Am I dead?
I'm alive! I'm alive! Here
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One step forward, one step
One step forward, another
The sun shines!

Haka Ka Mate

here I am again, a friend of the pixels that instead of telling you what he did last night tells you how he feels every day. I'm not dead and I have not suspended, not because we are labeled as disappeared and I would be more than we succeed. I do not want menartela with the circumstances that kept me from writing in these two months flew by, but even if I do not want to talk here of my worldly I think at this point needs some explanation to you. To do this, I dedicate yet another sleepless night, when I started writing this blog I did not think that its aim was to prove illegal job at night, taken away from the normal flow of the days and hours (but there you are: the Recently I happened to read the reflection of an important contemporary writer, that writing itself is difficult, but ends up as an act vicious, unspeakable ... but less and less without. Writing about oneself is masturbation).
allotment Tomorrow, I will give the last weekend in my beloved Cilento sea, where I holed up for the month of August, before having to return home seriously, without cazzeggiano for at least another year or so. A few days ago I was there, but I anticipated the return to a kind of perverse departure intelligent beach in the idea of \u200b\u200ba great desert city had fueled romantic inspirations for fruitful meditation. So I got on a train and I stoically back home. And of course at the end of the city proved to be too empty to make any which was not brutalized. I have not dug anything good from these four days of sale, so here I am trying to get at least one good deed disproving the popular taste of my own death on the web, even though at the eleventh hour and heterodox (and I do not want think of what will be my status here in two hours of when I'll get back on the road).
I said, what I did this summer ? Let's go step by step, my dear, since I left something written here I've been through enough, but mostly I spent July to me, if I will pass the expression, a good ass and August to lay a duly that the ass in the water. And you will understand well you create a problem, so to speak, of voltage difference in the narrative, which prevents me from telling you these two months without the proper distinction. Indeed, since my vacation is not over yet I will behave as if it had not even started and I'll tell you, at least for the moment. And after all, until the fateful Monday, September 1 thing can happen again any unsolicited, to put the whole thing in a different light: So then discuss this issue again.
right, then me as I went up to my departure for the sunny beaches, to be so engaged for not finding enough time to jot down these lines that I am compelled to atone for now? I will only say that especially in that time I worked, ate, slept. I did a little 'healthy physical work. I have no fucking wasted my time but I have experienced new rhythms, I have traveled a lot but I moved there and I have hardened a bit '. My mind has limitless another step and my attention was caught by new sensations (but not why I stopped thinking about).
There's more, of course. I wanted to see, with eyes open and eyes closed, but especially with eyes closed (on daydreams retrieve later.) In moments of stress I wanted to see, with great nostalgia, the moving of a hammock with a friend whose beautiful home I happened to be a guest of Ischia. More of these dreams have since taken a turn so surreal that I've calmed down, and I'm trying to rebuild calmly writing to us. Maybe someday I'll tell you but that's another story.
I met a little 'new people are all in place. Maybe even pass here, do not know. More than anything I hope that they can wipe out of my life, because the stories of each of us are unpredictable, and a friend can not find it around every street corner.
Did you ever see the New Zealand Maori Haka dance and sing the ? The rugby players perform it before every game, and in practice in that field has become a recognizable brand and success around the world. That must be why there is a widespread belief that this is a war dance. Wrong. At least in its traditional form, the Ka Mate , is a song of joy. Celebrate life fully, even in hard times. That is the tone of defiance. Is not it wonderful to think that as long as we are alive, and cocks, all kinds of amazing and beautiful adventure can happen?
I missed you.

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freedom is the right to breathe the soul, and if it
can not do the laws are too narrow belts.
Without liberty, man is a syncope.
(Will Hunting - Genio rebel)

Hear hear! Great opportunity, this time two of us to speak, gesture, cry out from our consciousness and critical circumstances: therefore, cutlery and manga pipette and give ear.
As you all know (because you know, right?) In our Country is currently a deliberate campaign time to the weakening of political and media freedom of information, freedom-this program, strongly supported by the Government by silence, when not with the connivance, of much opposition, however, is not something new : the silencing of critical voices excessively or potentially uncomfortable at the time was planned by P2, the notorious secret lodge, authoritarian and subversive, among whose ranks included the current Chairman of the Board (card No. 625).
To all those who do not share our intentional alarm would like to offer the facts, but unpleasant and distressing events.
Recently, the international research institute Freedom House has changed the status of freedom of information in Italy by "free" to "partly free", which is unique among European Union member countries. And the final ranking of press freedom in the world of a similar association, Reportes Without Borders, published in 2006, placed our country in an embarrassing 40 th place. With the caveat, however, that a return to power of Silvio Berlusconi (the survey was conducted after the inauguration of the second Prodi government) would translate into a substantial loss of position (in the years of the second Berlusconi government the country will eventually touched even 70 th place).
We have chosen to bring foreign sources as they are considered more impartial. Of course we respect the opinion of those who are not agree with this reading of our contemporary climate, in which case we invite you to turn on TG4.
As one of us has mentioned in the post last Friday, these days Silvio Berlusconi has expressed its intention to prevent, in a special law-making, both the use of wiretaps for investigative purposes (with the exception of investigations of crimes terrorism and organized crime) and the publication of the results, also no longer kept secret. A controversial bill, submitted by Justice Minister Alfano, was the day agreed upon by the Council of Ministers. We believe that this ban as violating the fundamental powers of inspection, will be the victims: the Italian citizens, deprived of the constitutional right to freedom of information.
tool intercepts, adjusted so far nothing at all "degenerate" as pro-government positions are in a loud voice, allowed to shine many scandals of which today we would have been completely unaware, ranging from the unveiling of the system Calciopoli to that of the corruption of some members of the House of Savoy, to the recent horrors of the Clinica Santa Rita and the illegal trade in favor of Berlusconi himself and the director of Rai Fiction Saccà. Now we all risk losing the very freedom to be informed of a detection of similar cases, often true not only attacks to justice, but to democracy itself.

So we decided to contribute in the small of our blog to go against this country's freedoms. We will do so even now striving to report, and where necessary to publish any news directly ascertained that we deem necessary for the correct information of our readers, even after the expected entry into force of the law "Alfano-Berlusconi". And we start with the fixed link to add to the blog of the tag of an initiative to which we have already signed up: to arrests us all, a plan of civil disobedience by a prior offense autodenuncia publication of news that according to this shameful act will no longer be made available. In the hope that many of you have a personal blog decide to use it to fuel word of mouth.

do not have the presumption to speak directly to your conscience, and probably do not even have the intention. The way forward seems clear. The commercialization of news and information, propaganda, censorship, phenomena are difficult to manage on the network, and then convinced that the Internet has become the latest (and hopefully the next) true medium where to go, we run this little appeal.
Why are you here are looking for news, not the other way.
On this, we invite you to groom The below list of links, where we reported two latest episode frankly disturbing: it seems, someone has put abut also to undermine the field of information independently. You will find the story of Anthony Monteleone and Carlo Ruta, a young reporter and a historian, who this month have seen close their blog due to the fact that talking about current events and express opinions supported by facts can be so uncomfortable as to trigger the proper mechanism of the old Italian-style censorship. Now, each one judge for themselves.
You sleep well at night? We sleep well: 0.0!
Elias Canetti, Nobel Prize winner for literature and witness of the worst tragedies of the twentieth century (it is having to flee from Nazi Germany as a jew), claimed the right to disobey unjust taxation as the only possible remedy all'irrecuperabile reduction of human beings in the mass. He wrote in the book of his life, and Power Massa: "The road that leads out of the dominion of death also depends on the ability of disobedience of every man and every woman."
The choice is yours. Stay tune.

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It' all my life I'm watching you you look at the intent, so that discouraged attention knows how to listen or with the participation of all I am capable of, and the more you know, the more I realize that we are equal. One of the things that strikes me is our peevish victimhood, the indifference to the problems in our survey more or less real, more or less solved. We poison each other with a bruised self-pity and then clenching his teeth, and while we send down the most idiotic of us smile stretches his face into a grimace worthy of note for small start merciless tragicomedy of big performances every day; the performances that give a damn because we served up in the first place to ourselves. Flock, you lift the curtain, the actors are great, great start on the Vaudeville pretend nothing happened. Make a pig to a friend, you blame the family that does not fit, you make a false step you know you regret it, perhaps in good faith, but you do ignore it.
Some children cover their eyes with their hands when they are afraid, the logic is that if you do not see the evil evil does not exist, those children me and you today, we feel the evil inside and outside of us do not face, not overlooked, not cross it and not avoid it ... and if you think you're cool I'll shoot myself in my recipe for living reassuring in these cases. I with my small antique and adolescent pain, physical and existential, heroic and grotesque, almost always more unreal to what is currently not excite me admit: I got trinket in all the ways suggested by the wildest imagination with mixed results at least. And indeed the range you know, maybe you and I pretend to be anything is the most brilliant of the story, perhaps to make the gall we live a hundred years, but the catch is: the trick of Pulcinella contraindication to alter states of memory.
I'm serious, I swear, I saw with my own eyes people who are generally smart stubbornly turn their backs to a difficulty that, who knows, maybe this time they were real, and completely forget them. Tabula Rasa. Then maybe you rail against legions of emergencies invented for the consumption of their own evil ... to live as the traveler quell'ingegnoso knight fighting puppets and windmills, only if the Quijote was a sad and true metaphor of our folly, you and me when our madness we live it become the only real balls. So one ends up blinking green maybe there are problems, and as long as it is his, in trouble, that's fine, I'm not sure I make the right to lecture anyone, but when the problems which lets show of indifference is also mine , yours, then m'incazzo, and I really do not understand you, if not t'incazzi with me.
take another well-known rider, our Chairman of the Board brand new: he is the typical friend who is distracting. And by all means try to drag you to hand in his Toyland. Nemesis for years of case law in every shape and color are on him like the condor, and the way risk in the event of evidence of his guilt, to pull back the wrath of his countrymen (that of the rest of the world, if the adult world ' deserved it for some time, but this is a personal opinion). Now we have made it absurd to blame: the ghosts of his past dirty in front of the parade as a procession of ghosts of Christmas Past, I give the idea? A hypothetical Silvio, realized his wrong dall'onta disturbed, rushed to cover themselves head ash and justified: the first in front of himself for the violence that is inflicted (in the range of knowledge, maybe he believes in karma), and then, hell, you and me. To you and me that every day we look at the boat on which willy-nilly and we are sailing in front of so many absurdities, so many injustices we see him losing skid and meaning: a bateau ivre that with more or less conniving we have entrusted to this ineffable captain. But what is the last thought of not hypothetical, Silvio, Silvio real, Grand Vizier of all Pulcinella in Italy? Get rid of those interceptions than any other tool that allowed all but a precarious grip on reality of his deeds (which acts as the captain of the Ark of miracles, also concern you and I), in other words, to close, and let us close our eyes (or in this case ears) with the noble aim of allowing everyone to continue to the best of their resources to pretend anything. The logic is that if you do not see the evil, evil does not exist.
I dedicate this posting to a friend who a few days ago, at work, decided not to ignore it and put it across in front of an unjustified charge at windmills. Do not worry. It 's over-thinking regularly scaled from Pulcinella. And I close with a small consideration: if you come to read this far these Beppe Grillo even had sleepless delirium, or even make me bring up something, you're really fruit. But to show you that I'm not being serious about sending the song that, for some reason, spin around in my head since I started thinking about this matter and that at this moment is keeping me up in spite of a perfectly right out of place.

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Free Karma Food

Recently I had the pleasure of reading Free Karma Food, solo novel by Wu Ming 5.
In an apocalyptic future dated 2025, cattle and pigs no longer exist. The main sources of meat, then they become dogs, cats, humans.
The plot is reduced, as is often the case with the solo novel by Wu Ming, a ballet uncontrolled that keeps you glued to the book until the last syllable.
On the other hand, how to tell such a book? Sounds extremely simplistic attempt to describe the characters, style, settings, content. For anyone interested, here you can find everything.

Who are 'cursed sti Wu Ming? Mah Neither do I think I know, I know only that they write books to fear (you make your hair stand on his head, would say Will Hunting). In the publishing field follow the principles of copyleft. Their texts are freely downloadable from the network, and yet maintain a high level of sales.

Why?

I think the matter is simple.
There are some people who wonder what it's worth the intellectual property, and if indeed it can be. Is it not true that human knowledge belongs the world? Whether it's a book, a movie, a piece of music, of lines of code, what's the difference? How much is an idea?
quantify in economic terms, a work of intellect is a criminal act. Inhibit the sharing in this sense as an alternative to putting personal enrichment at the expense of the public is grotesque.

Case in point: the Open Source community. Principles of free flow of information that lead to open source software in the world, free and qualitatively superior to closed source. Behind all this, there are people driven by passion, not the unbridled pursuit of personal gain.

I have always considered concepts like discounted obvious, at least for all the young men with high hopes of my knowledge. Only in recent years I have come across children * who thought otherwise. Typical sentence: When I do a job, are you sure you want to be paid.
At this point I would like to close with a shit: the middle or high school, during class assignments, you have never demanded money in exchange for a tip?

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are abbastan za young to be entered in a school when they become adults realize or dealing with a generation of baby advertising. I and my peers were coming up on snacks and tips for purchasing, and in certain classes that I attended one breathed more than arrogance and racism in a police barracks Boer. Do not get me wrong: I do not have the presumption to believe that bullying, c ubject and subsequent discrimination of these are bad days. Can I take up with fficiente security bullies and jocks afflict the human person since the company has evolved from the stage band, five thousand years ago in class by the scribe Amenhotep Sekhtefnut rubbed the mild ricotta papyrus for snack time and more Recent Favonius throwing mud Mecilius road, the son of freed ...
but I d ip ote rti say (knocking out very simple) that my generation has been targeted by the m arketing really more intensive levels of previous and fo rse was the first to have experienced the reactions (want protection, you want to acquiescence) by the adults around us, families and education institutions. There is a memory, in particular, that led me gently on the rails q T his speech prickly that even now considered more appropriate to a service that falsely moralizing at Studio Open to the blog of a twenty-one. It was to be the second, eighth grade, and one of these masters of professional life one day actually stood to explain it, was the Being and that there was the appearance, and that they were two different things, that in we felt our lives from all impulses to live like a flock of sheep, and this was conformism and it was idiotic. We nodded enlightened everyone. By way of livestock. Nine out of ten of us, greeted with a loud voice resolutions and declarations of independence and tolerance and behaved the exact opposite.
course.
be clear that I do not wish to bet big toe charge or get you a Pippone morality, but to reflect on a subject (the Open Studio define a value, which is why I introduced him as the subject) important for me, often the protagonist of my crisis of conscience, and sometimes I can even keep. I speak of transparency, which to me means something like the good old Be-yourself (the one that ends up in American movies you resolve relationship problems and tow the Squinzi. Consideration of real life: not true). But even more profound. That until a new resolution I think one of the best antidotes to the approval movement I see in my fellow men in the act, that conformity that Freud called "the psychological misery of the masses ", which at least has the undoubted detriment to turn us into pale imitations of perfect idiots (Note by the way, if you do not recognize this approval in place, you can stop reading. So I will not try to convince you otherwise . At least now).
I want to be a transparent person, and this does not mean solar and outgoing, because in my case, I note they more often than the reverse. But let me be honest and respectful with others (after having been with me same, hopefully), without taking the piss with attitudes that do not belong to me: I am a real person, so I'd also like to act accordingly. Beyond all those little false that shot every day, criticism disillusioned and its opposite, the gentle condescension, and that face tough that my mother (holy woman!) calls "my expression to Clint Eastwood," that comes when a show off if I was transparent ' anxiety to Woody Allen. And some concession to the grim picture (I know, I know, leather jackets and custom bikes are used to pull the wool over my eyes. But at least I have chosen them by appealing to all my critical faculties. The look is important, the trends are a big shit).
Happiness is given the freedom and liberty is given by courage. This reflection (and of Pericles, my friend, not to Buttiglione) followed me for years, and uncomfortable as faithful as a dog as a thorn in the foot. Yes, because it takes a liver is not just to be able to face themselves and get out of conscious, because in each of us lie shadows that bring us embarrassment, guilt, fear, but is necessary because the dangers that threaten our implementation hiding more inside of us in the economic, Governments and in illegal immigration. After reaching a balance between us and our inner world, however, we should open ourselves to know others, making them part of our freedom. With pride, but without contempt of the other, since they already were there that we could also learn a bit 'of humility. And we are no longer sheep, but people, because each of us has his own history, its treasures, its depths (We are one, baby ... but we are not the same thing). I mean for transparency and I know that we do not always live up to all, myself in the head. Why transparency is nourished by courage, since it forces us to challenge ourselves and others, and because, let's face it, such as honesty ... not worth it.
I want to be a transparent person and I want to reveal rather than conceal. I want to get involved rather than distract you, or let me ignore. I hope to gather the courage.

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No, I can not.

I wanted to speak, in the wake of the first author of this blog, about the intentions, the intentions, goals, hopes of these digital pages.
But I can not.
What can I say? If you look for teachers of life, you have the wrong place. If you bet on someone to tell you what to do, how to behave, what to believe, then you are really off track.

Nothing more than ideologies on bass.
Nothing less than hypothetically thoughts organized.

There is a fair target, suitable , if you're reading, then you have a reason (even if coercion, mistake, or boredom).
For now, resist the temptation to talk to me, the years I have collected almost like one of those candies necklaces playground. The torments, joys, the regrets and everything else. Damn it, raiding the same piece of sky, I'm sure you know what I mean.
So? What is it?

I only think of a fragment of a film. Can I leave you this, at least until I find something better to propose, and I hope you will want to accept it.
American Beauty. For a moment, is a framed sheet hanging from the tomb of Lester, on which you read the two words. Two words evocative.

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Do you believe in karma?

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Today, you're nobody unless you have a blog.
E 'starting from this ruling was presumptuous and superficial that until now had never been toying with the idea to take this one. I like to think that anyone who is accustomed to my labyrinthine paths of reasoning will recognize one of my typical reaction. Not that I'm the classic contrarian (incidentally I find them very often bearable), but the considerations shared arouse suspicion in me a fighter and investigator makes me impossible to accept unreservedly the common thought of the day. I suspect, however, protected and nourished by a jealous and protective of my soul, I must admit, even at consolation of my vanity. In this way a few things in my life what I have come to accept them (bikes, first joint), others by mouth (coca, petty theft, political activism), but always after the fairs war dances and my suspicions excited vertices with my conscience .
And finally I accepted the idea to make me good at my blog, sharing the upside-down perspective to take advantage of the opportunity that the network not only allows anyone to create a journal "custom", but to publish it in regardless of reputation, location and availability of resources; opportunities that even a rookie like me realize being a virgin frontier of potential and not yet fully expressed, is hardly conceivable that in times of even yours truly has memory. I understand he really into me a river of words in a medley that opened the world would find a perfect space.
In a sense, the first recipient of these words to come I will be myself, a diary is the first exploration of our inner world (no mean feat, as they knew at Delphi, which involves many different faces of our soul, the our rationality more acute as our unconscious more unfathomable.) The friend who wrote Anne Frank was in fact herself, and with Marcus Aurelius himself claimed his philosophical discussions. I like the idea of \u200b\u200bconquering a space in which to test large and small issues in my life, a space of thoughts rebels, reassuring bullshit, and storm surge, which in time could become an area of \u200b\u200bmemory .
But on the other hand, if the only person affected by reason of the writing had been signed not only do not you sit here reading these periods my mind, but probably would not be even part of my design projects sound. The other person I'm thinking now, therefore, is you. In truth more than the need for a private journal to convince me to start this new experience it was the prospect that you could find to read my thoughts, and this, of course, without the assumption that thoughts can be particularly deep, brilliant or epiphany. It 's a message in a bottle, basically. It 's just yet another form of communication, but this means, responding to an impulse that I felt strongly for the first time. I hope you have a friend who acknowledges me in some expression, an acquaintance with whom I might not have otherwise had the opportunity to confide in, a complete stranger who can feel the touch of the strings maybe his heart so far away, maybe so close to mine.
A couple of clarifications about how I'm giving this blog: at the end of each intervention will post a video of a song, the song at that time I will find more consonant to that topic. Music from the most significant music of my life. I hope it ends with the evidence to be clear: certain ideas and passions are in a certain song that a more accomplished in one hundred chapters of any blog. Not only that, the music often becomes, so to speak, gadfly and midwife so much so that I can safely predict that most of the reflections that end up published here have been directly inspired by a song.
Finally, for those who have read my presentation and found micragnosa reiterate that this presentation will be a request, an invitation, a challenge for those who do not know me at all and for those who think they know me, and Finally, for those who know me better than myself. What I say is: do not inquadratemi. Not etichettatemi. Do not try to guess which party I voted for or what is was my opinion about Siddartha or Jonathan Livingston Seagull . The only thing that matters in this blog. You have not yet figured out?

I am here, as you are here, as you are me and we get together

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viariccardodigiusto.it my photos were published of the neighborhood and I thank everyone for the visits, comments and emails I was sending.

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Surfing the net to find some other information on the popular neighborhoods in Udine, I came across this site that I feel obliged to point out because it is rich in ideas and insights about the neighborhood, well, "Di Giusto," as they call residents (peep east).

obligated visit: http://www.viariccardodigiusto.it

in particular, to highlight the section videogalley the site, which includes some movies, even entertaining, but surely all be seen to plunge into a reality often left on the sidelines.

Linko all with the consent of the webmaster, contacted by mail in advance.