Jihadist Marketing...

at the end of april, AP published the news that dr. ayman al-zawahiri (deputy CEO of al qaeda inc.) will soon answer via web the questions submitted on the future of his company...

waiting for his reply to your inquiries, you can read here some (funny) anticipations.

Una personcina perbene...

sempre riguardo alle elezioni (so che arrivo in ritardo, ma negli emirati si lavora, non si cazzeggia...), ecco un altro degli eletti nella mitika circoscrizione aBBruzzo:

marcello de angelis, eletto deputato nella lista di an-il popolo della liberta' (vigilata).

ex-attivista di terza posizione (gruppo di estrema destra attivo negli anni di piombo), ora e' giornalista, grafico, cantante ed autore dei testi per la band di "musica alternativa di destra"(???) 270 bis e, last but not least, deputato del parlamento italiano.

a questo punto torno sui miei passi e mi chiedo se sia meglio il "vecchio" franco marini o il "giovane" marcello de angelis...
ai posteri l'ardua sentenza.

Come faccio a sopportare il nuovo governo?

io ho un mio sistema...

Italian miseries. Pardon, Italian ministers!

in the past few days i spent a lot of time on the net to find out the composition of the new italian government.

i already got some hints from my friend Mongi, but after our chat i was totally curious to see how low we could go...

and here's the result:

- prime minister: silvio berlusconi (versione italiana)

- undersecretary of the government: gianni letta (versione italiana)

- minister without portfolio of country/regions relations: raffaele fitto (since the link is in italian i allow my poor english to give you some information on the new minister: born in 1969, he started being interested in politics very young, following the steps of his late father, a former governor of Puglia region and a representative of the catholic-inspired party democrazia cristiana. raffaele fitto became the youngest governor in the history of italy, when in 2000, at 31, he was elected governor of Puglia region. he has also been elected deputy for the right-wing party forza italia at the italian and european parliaments. he has been -and still is- under investigation for crimes linked to corruption, embezzlement and illegal financing to political parties.)

- minister without portfolio of the implementetion of governmental program: gianfranco rotondi (versione italiana)

- minister without portfolio of public administration and innovation: renato brunetta (versione italiana)

- minister without portfolio of equal opportunity: mara carfagna (versione italiana)

- minister without portfolio of EU community politics: andrea ronchi (also in this case there are no records in english language, but i will tell you that andrea ronchi was born in 1955 and he has been one of the founders of the far right-wing party alleanza nazionale. but there is not much more to say...)

- minister without portfolio of government/parliament relations: elio vito (a former deputy in the italian parliament for the radical party, in 1996 he changed and turned to forza italia and be elected in the parliament 4 more times for the right-wing coalition.)

- minister without portfolio of federal reforms: umberto bossi (versione italiana: this is the most dramatic one. how can someone who said "i poo on the italian flag" be appointed as a minister? more than italian minister i would say italian misery...)

- minister without portfolio of youth politics (il ministro dei GGIÒVANI): giorgia meloni (born in 1977, she started to be engaged in politics when she was 15 with azione giovani, the youth organization which refers to the far right-wing party alleanza nazionale. she is the one who declared that when she started with politics she first went for the left-wing youth organization, but she found that they were "intolerant to diversities". aaaahhh! it's nice to hear that people asking for an improvement of life conditions for immigrants, homosexuals and any other kind of minorities are more "intolerant to diversities" than who goes out in the street to beat, stab, burn and/or kill these minorities. )

- minister without portfolio of legislative simplification: roberto calderoli (versione italiana)

- minister of foreign affairs: franco frattini (versione italiana)

- minister of interiors: roberto maroni (versione italiana)

- minister of justice: angelino alfano: the unknown (versione italiana)

- minister of economy and finance: giulio tremonti (versione italiana)

- minister of productive activities: claudio scajola (versione italiana: the one who gave permission to shoot on demonstrators against the G8 summit in Genova in July 2001)

- minister of education, university and research: mariastella gelmini ("Carneade, chi era costui?" nothing to say about her. she is so unknown i even don't know who she is...)

- minister of labour, health and social politics: maurizio sacconi (a former socialist who, after the political cyclone which struck the italian socialist party in the early '90s, turned to forza italia. he held many technical offices for the italian government and the ILO (International Labour Organization) in Geneve.)

- minister of defence: ignazio la russa: there are no words to describe someone whose middle name is benito and whose father was a senator for the fascist party movimento sociale italiano. but you can still check his blog http://www.ignaziolarussa.it/ (i'm sorry, it's only for lucky people speaking italian!)

- minister of infrastructures and transportation: altero matteoli (versione italiana)

- minister of agriculture: luca zaia (versione italiana: a man of few words as you can see through his website http://www.lucazaia.eu/ : fantastic!)

- minister of environment and preservation of territory and sea: stefania prestigiacomo (why god gave her the gift of speech? why the all almighty didn't made her mute? sooo annoying...)

- minister of cultural assets and activities: sandro bondi: berlusconi's housemaid and/or the poet (i feel sorry for whom cannot speak italian and enjoy bondi's poems on vanity fair: a mix of words put in a blender a wrote by a monkey in the same order they came out from the blender...). in the early '90s he has been a leader of the italian communist party in Tuscany and a major of his own native village for the same party. how do you say voltagabbana in english?

first of all i would like to know who chose the names of the ministries? the same monkey who writes bondi's poems?
and second, of course the ministers have all been appointed for their inner knowledge and skills...

thirdly: nice to see that the profession of many of them is "politico" (politician): for sure it means they never worked in their life.

povera italia.

Happy Birthday to me!

happy birthday to me,

happy birthady to me,

happy birthday to claaauuuds,

haaaappy birthday tooo meeee!

what am i celebrating?

today is the first anniversary of living in abu dhabi cari miei...

"per non dimenticare", si dice in caso di disgrazie.

Li chiamavano "Diritti Umani"

ok, i've lost the sense of my speech.

in my previous post i was saying that i've gone to dubai last friday (shopping... don't forget i'm a woman!).

then, when it was time to come back from Deira City Centre (after 1h30m queueing for taxi...) and heading for the bus station in Bur Dubai, i was pretty afraid of the huge mass of people going back to abu dhabi i would find at the bus station. it was almost 10 p.m. already and i didn't want to wait for hours, lose the last bus and be forced to take an engaged taxi paying AED 200.

but in the bus station a miracle happened: there was a queue at the abu dhabi ticket window probably long 1 kilometre, i was wandering around looking for the place i could wait and suddenly a man came to me and asked me where i had to go... "Abu Dhabi? That side!" and, as a magic, he showed me the "Ladies Line"! so, here it is: on the buses there are ladies seats on the front, so women are not forced to sit close to men that they don't know (yes baby, it's called "segregated society"!), and to buy tickets there are special queues for ladies only (faster cause usually there are not so many women taking the bus...) so women are not forced to be in the line with men they are not related to. wonderful! i got my ticket in 1m30seconds and went to the bus stop. also there there were hundreds of men queueing, but the same guy came again close to me and my fellow females and told us to stay in the front cause we were going to take the bus first. so, some men rightly protested (i swear i would mind the queue for the ticket, but not for the bus): they were waiting since longer, so for me it was their right to enter first. but the guy of the bus station was not of my same opinion so he called another guy with a stick and he started beating these poor men like animals to make them shrink from the bus. after they secured all the women were sitting inside the bus and no men could sit near them, they allowed the poor men enter the bus and take their seats in the back.

i remember in my studies at the university i've read something about human rights... wonder! maybe the books i've used for my studies were soooo obsolete.

Emirates Life... simply

on friday i've been to dubai (shopping... don't forget i'm a woman!) and, as usual, i've been amazed/confused/disappointed/surprised/astonished/fed up by this city: every time that i go there i promise to myself that i'll not go again and then... you know, it's called coherence!

well, as everyone knows without having been there, dubai is a kind of open construction site, everything is under construction, under refurbishment, under demolition, under renovation, under under under, brief, skyscrapers of the strangest shapes, babel towers, kilometre-lenght towers, metro stations, bus stations, metro line, malls, submarine hotels, artificial archipels, up-in-the-sky-villas, revolving flats, concrete, steel, tar, bricks, marbles, and above all this feeling of total incompleteness.

and behind all those sparkles, behind the glitter of the new glamourous destination of the world, construction workers: Indians, Pakistani, Afghans, Bengali, Srilankan, Nepalese working 10 or 12 hours per day, under the burning sun (now the temperature is already around 45 Celsius degrees, with a rate of humidity equal to a choking and killing silk ropes of the Sikh described in Emilio Salgari's I Misteri della Giungla Nera), with few breaks, collected in a stinky bus without air conditiong (but a antique fan) which will drop them in the rooms where they live, sometimes 10 people in one room making shifts for sleeping. or sometimes they don't have a room and they just live in the street, with cardboard as a blanket, hidden in some side alleys or in the halls of old buildings ready to be replaced by the newest, biggest, tallest, brightest, most expensive something in the city of appearence. and the reason for them to undergo such kind of life (in the city which wants to set new standards of luxurious lifestyle in the world) is saving most of their salaries and send it home, in their countries hit by poverty, unemployment, natural disasters, civil wars, to their families torn by the lak of their men, their breadwinners. their salaries... 350 dirhams per month (about 60 euros). and they save. they save like crazy to give their families a better perspective. Nepalese are the ones who accept any kind of job: 1 dirhams is equal to around 22 Nepalese rupee, so they are the most exploited and rightless, they are the ones putting manure to make the flowers growing in the flower beds surrounding all the streets of this desert called a federation of emirates.

i've been to Oman last summer: everything is different there. there are rules. and regulations. immigrants and locals, but they do the same jobs. people is not discriminated according to their nationality. Omanis work as taxi drivers, shop assistants, managers, cooks, whatever they find. something that is common and logical for me as an Italian (EQUALITY), grew up in a country where Italians are teachers, managers, employees, taxi drivers, street sweeper and garbage collector (and everything else), has no point to exist here.

La politica ai tempi del colera... si', magari un'epidemia se li portasse via tutti!

aaaahhh, oggi finalmente ho avuto il tempo di chattare un po', con Cristina prima e con la Mongi poi...

e grazie alle mie carissime amiche ho una visione piu' chiara delle assegnazioni dei ministeri in italia.

allego parte della conversazione avuta con la Mongi (spero non me ne voglia... Mongina, se ti da' fastidio dimmelo che deleto il post...)

[3:00:36 PM] Clauds says: allora come va? [3:00:55 PM] Clauds says: voglio sapere TUTTO! [3:00:56 PM] Mongi says: bene..anzi benone...almeno dal punto di visto di vista personale [3:01:04 PM] Mongi says: lasciamo perdere quello generale [3:01:10 PM] Mongi says: questo paese è allo scatafascio [3:01:26 PM] Clauds says: dal punto di vista generale non parliamone please [3:01:38 PM] Mongi: hai visto la formazione del nuovo governo? [3:01:42 PM] Mongi says: rabbrividiamo!
[3:01:46 PM] Clauds says: ho appena finito di bestemmiare con la mia amica cristina sulla situazione politica...
[3:01:46 PM] Mongi says: (puke)
[3:02:05 PM] Mongi says: non tornare clò..non tornare in questo paese di ignoranti
[3:02:06 PM] Clauds says: non ho visto i ministri
[3:02:11 PM] Mongi says: io appena posso corro via
[3:02:40 PM] Clauds says: mi sembra di aver letto la settimana scorsa bossi vicepresidente del consiglio, ma ora cristina mi ha dato delle news raccapriccianti
[3:02:45 PM] Clauds says: bossi alle riforme
[3:02:52 PM] Clauds says: la prestigiacomo all'ambiente
[3:03:03 PM] Mongi says: yes darling
[3:03:12 PM] Clauds says: mara carfagna ministro (di cosa???? probabilmente della CULtura?)
[3:03:25 PM] Mongi says: pari opportunità
[3:03:37 PM] Clauds says: e poi non so perche' mi ha detto che la maggior parte non li conosceva quindi non se li ricordava...
[3:03:44 PM] Mongi says: cultura e beni culturali vanno a...............
[3:03:45 PM] Clauds says: aaaahhh...
[3:03:46 PM] Mongi says: BONDI
[3:03:52 PM] Clauds says: piu' veline per tutti!
[3:03:57 PM] Mongi says: esatto
[3:04:00 PM] Mongi says: cara
[3:04:02 PM] Mongi says: questo è il trend
[3:04:10 PM] Clauds says: altre news?
[3:04:13 PM] Mongi says: chi nasce intelligente sarà immediatamente soppresso
[3:04:32 PM] Clauds says: mmmhhh mi sa che andra' davvero cosi'
[3:04:38 PM] Mongi says: già cara
[3:04:46 PM] Clauds says: dai, ho voglia di farmi del male...
[3:04:49 PM] Mongi says: ok
[3:04:52 PM] Clauds says: dimmi tutto sui ministri
[3:04:55 PM] Mongi says: allora ti elenco i ministri
[3:05:00 PM] Clauds says: grazie
[3:05:01 PM] Mongi says: DIFESA A...........................
[3:05:03 PM] Clauds says: aaahhh
[3:05:05 PM] Mongi says: LA RUSSA
[3:05:07 PM] Clauds says: masochismo
[3:05:10 PM] Mongi says: ESTERI A......................
[3:05:12 PM] Clauds says: ahhh orgasmo
[3:05:14 PM] Mongi says: FRATTINI
[3:05:17 PM] Mongi says: :P
[3:05:21 PM] Mongi says: INTERNI A................
[3:05:22 PM] Clauds says: ancora?
[3:05:24 PM] Mongi says: MARONI
[3:05:47 PM] Mongi says: ECONOMIA..(E QUESTO è UN EVERGREEN)
[3:05:52 PM] Clauds says: tremonti!
[3:05:53 PM] Mongi says: IL SOLITO TREMONTI
[3:05:56 PM] Mongi says: ESATTO
[3:05:59 PM] Clauds says: come godo!
[3:06:15 PM] Mongi says: MINISTERO DELLE SEMPLIFICAZIONI A....( E QUI POTEVA STARCI SOLO LUI)
[3:06:23 PM] Mongi says: CALDEROLI (puke)
[3:06:29 PM] Clauds says: scusa l'ignoranza...
[3:06:37 PM] Mongi says: guarda non chiedermi
[3:06:41 PM] Mongi says: di cosa si occupa
[3:06:44 PM] Mongi says: il ministero
[3:06:47 PM] Clauds says: che cos'e' il ministero delle semplificazioni?
[3:06:48 PM] Mongi says: perché non ne ho idea
[3:06:56 PM] Clauds says: ok sorry
[3:07:00 PM] Mongi says: secondo me lo hanno creato ad hoc per lui
[3:07:07 PM] Mongi says: così gli danno il contentino
[3:07:08 PM] Clauds says: probabile
[3:07:21 PM] Mongi says: rapporti con il parlamento a....
[3:07:29 PM] Mongi says: l'ex portavoce del berluska
[3:07:39 PM] Mongi says: non che EX RADICALE STORICO E TRADITORE
[3:07:41 PM] Mongi says: ELIO VITO
[3:07:42 PM] Clauds says: mmmhhhh, letta?
[3:07:50 PM] Clauds says: ah, vito!
[3:07:58 PM] Mongi says: sottosegretario
[3:08:00 PM] Mongi says: alla presidenza
[3:08:22 PM] Mongi says: scuola e università una tale gelmini
[3:08:25 PM] Mongi says: non so chi sia
[3:08:26 PM] Clauds says: ???
[3:08:34 PM] Mongi says: ah...come dimenticarlo
[3:08:41 PM] Mongi says: Brunetta all'innovazione
[3:08:47 PM] Clauds says: lavoro?
[3:08:58 PM] Clauds says: eh beh, innovativo lui!
[3:09:17 PM] Mongi says: boh?
[3:09:35 PM] Mongi says: insomma
[3:09:36 PM] Clauds says: esiste ancora il ministero del lavoro o l'hanno soppresso?
[3:09:48 PM] Mongi says: credo l'abbiamo soppresso e aggregato ad un altro
[3:09:49 PM] Clauds says: magari a causa della disoccupazione...
[3:09:52 PM] Mongi says: ma tanto
[3:09:54 PM] Mongi says: ecco appunto
[3:10:08 PM] Mongi says: che ce ne facciamo di un ministero in un paese dove il lavoro non c'è!
[3:10:11 PM] Clauds says: chi ce l'ha oggigiorno un lavoro in italia?
[3:10:29 PM] Mongi says: si infatti
[3:10:29 PM] Clauds says: voglio dire un lavoro serio, decente e onesto...
[3:10:32 PM] Mongi says: appunto
[3:10:38 PM] Mongi says: è n'à tragedia gina
[3:10:51 PM] Clauds says: me ne so' accorta mongi
[3:11:01 PM] Mongi says: madòòò
[3:11:05 PM] Mongi says: non ho parole
[3:11:10 PM] Mongi says: e poi sti ministri [3:11:16 PM] Mongi says: tutti suoi FEDELISSIMI
[3:11:33 PM] Mongi says: :S
[3:11:34 PM] Clauds says: ma la cosa che mi disgusta di piu' e'
[3:11:41 PM] Clauds says: CHI CAZZO L"HA VOTATO
[3:11:52 PM] Mongi says: lasciamo stare và...è una vergogna
[3:11:58 PM] Clauds says: e co tutti i voti che ha preso
[3:12:04 PM] Clauds says: sto governo non casca...
[3:12:08 PM] Mongi says: e no
[3:12:09 PM] Mongi says: manco morto
[3:12:16 PM] Clauds says: a meno che la lega non faccia qualche exploit
[3:12:20 PM] Mongi says: ha una maggioranza di quasi 100 seggi alla camera
[3:12:24 PM] Clauds says: ma con tutti sti ministeri dubito
[3:12:29 PM] Mongi says: e una 50ina al senato
[3:12:35 PM] Mongi says: ormai hanno le radici
[3:12:42 PM] Mongi says: nooo
[3:12:51 PM] Clauds says: che schifo
[3:12:52 PM] Mongi says: hanno preso troppi voti...ora hanno 4 ministeri
[3:12:57 PM] Clauds says: davvero non ci sono parole
[3:13:00 PM] Mongi says: non esiste che sto giro lo facciano cadere
[3:13:03 PM] Mongi says: già
[3:13:25 PM] Clauds says: e poi roma!
[3:13:29 PM] Mongi says: NO
[3:13:29 PM] Mongi says: AHHHHHH
[3:13:33 PM] Clauds says: ma dico, la destra a roma???
[3:13:34 PM] Mongi says: NON TOCCHIAMO IL TASTO ROMA
[3:13:40 PM] Mongi says: TU NON HAI IDEA
[3:13:56 PM] Mongi says: DI CHE COSA I MIEI POVERI OCCHI INNOCENTI HANNO DOVUITO VEDERE QUANDO HA VINTO ALEMANNO
[3:14:04 PM] Mongi says: GLI SQUADRISTI PER STRADA
[3:14:09 PM] Mongi says: CON BANDIERE SALUTI ROMANI
[3:14:13 PM] Mongi says: E COMPAGNIA BELLA
[3:14:28 PM] Mongi says: SEMBRAVA CHE L'ITALIA AVESSE VINTO I MONDIALI DI NUOVO
[3:14:31 PM] Clauds says: la tesi di cristina e' che i romani la prenderanno in culo alla grande con la lega cosi' forte sposteranno un sacco di uffici e ministeri a milano...
[3:14:50 PM] Clauds says: si', i mondiali della cretinaggine
[3:15:25 PM] Mongi says: e dell'ignoranza
[3:15:52 PM] Clauds says: e fermiamoci qui che ce ne sarebbero di termini da usare
[3:16:16 PM] Mongi says: già!senti ma non torni mai nel" bel paese"?
[3:16:37 PM] Clauds says: e per che cosa?
[3:16:43 PM] Clauds says: per deprimermi?
[3:16:50 PM] Mongi says: e che ne so??n'à gitarella
[3:16:54 PM] Clauds says: non che gli emirati siano un paese illuminato...

lo so che sembriamo due sessantenni al bar, comunque il resto e' PRIVATE...

devo assolutamente informarmi e controllare la lista dei ministri!

ma una curiosita' mi e' rimasta: CHE MINCHIA E' IL MINISTERO DELLE SEMPLIFICAZIONI???

A Country forgotten by God... but not by the US troops

Afghanistan should be a very beautiful Country. i don't know why but in the past few years i developed a kind of strange passion for this Country and i've kept myself informed with books, news and movies awaiting the right moment to plan a trip there.

now, i've had the lucky chance to meet many Afghans here in the uae and i've had the even luckier change to get acquainted to them and to have a direct insight on how life here was and still is. today, while i was surfing on the BBC website looking for some news on the Egyptian strike, my eyes have been caught by this article this article and i've had some kind of epiphany.

Minar Jam is a minaret in Western Afghanistan, in the region surrounding the city of Herat.

i remember that i've studied this architectural jewel during the funny lessons of Archeologie Islamique at the Université Paris 1 - Panthèon Sorbonne held by Prof. Alistair Northedge, who used to speak French with a hilarious Scottish accent and show us dias of his travels and excavations (his French is not perfect, but he is an amazing and famous archeologist... and my French is far from being that good too!). [ok, now imagine a Scottish highlander pronouncing "la fenêtre qui penetre" and you'll realize than Sicily and Scotland are not so far...] it is strange to think about these past very good times and the friends abroad with whom is difficult to keep tight links all the time just looking at the picture of a leaning tower in a war-torn Country. and i think it is nice to let people know that there are many beautiful Countries in the world forgotten by travel agencies (but not by the American troops...) with a lot of beauty, culture and kind and welcoming people.

there are 5 national Afghan airlines: i can't wait to book a ticket for my next vacation (one week only, looking forward things getting better...).

books to read: Buskashi by Gino Strada (in Italian) and... is there anyone on earth who didn't read The Kite Runner?

<--- this is Minar Jam in a kilim about

25 years old in Sharjah

Islamic Handicraft Centre

I believe I can fly....

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky

I think about it every night and day

Spread my wings and fly away

yes, i believe i can fly...

14.57 (GMT +3): i got THE call!

I can fly

I can fly

I can fly, hey

If I just spread my wings

I can fly

Fly-eye-eye

Il gabbiano - Richard Bach

nessun posto e' lontano.

se volete essere vicino alla persona che amate, forse non ci siete già?

i swear i feel exactly like this after the last message i received.

and i'm flying too. just like jonathan livingstone.

L'ho fatto/I did it/Je l'ai fait

i did it. in the end I DID IT.

and actually i did more.

not only i send an e-mail saying tu me manques, but i also called Him.

just like that. without any particular reason.

just to hear his voice.

just to hear that Youssef is fine and is growing and "quand tu vas venir a paris pour me visiter" and "tu veux que je viens là bas" and "si tu vas prender tes vacances en aout c'est parfait comme ça tu peux venir au mariage de ma soeur: je t'envoie une invitation".

just being stupid.

and i couldn't be more stupid than this.

calling Him!

i should be named the "stupidest" girl in the world...

the worst birthday of my life...

OMG!

i was so happy that my mom came to stay with me for my 25th birthday last week...

me, before: :-)

me, after: :-(

BUT

she was able to do all those things in one day:

1. getting lost in abu dhabi without her mobile phone and without any knowledge of even one word in english (forget about arabic/urdu/hindi): i swear i was already thinking about receiving a call from a taxi driver asking for a ransom to have my mom back (i know i'm paranoid, but under this blanket of peacefullness many things are going on in the uae...);

2. getting worried for hours hearing that my brother got chicken pox (c'mon he's 19!!!);

3. going crazy till the day after suspecting that her credit card had been taken from someone in the hotel and then cloned;

4. calling italy for half a day trying to reach the customer care service of her bank to check the account on saturday afternoon;

5. keeping me home after i proposed to go having dinner outside in a nice restaurant;

6. starting crazy discussions about going back to italy and finding a job there and/or finishing my master degree (not only as a birthday gift, actually she did it for one week...).

but in the end my birthday was nothing but perfect just 'cause she was there with me and she took the time to come to visit me for these wonderful 7 days.

by the way: her credit card is fine and nobody touched it or cloned it! SIMPLY CRAZY ;-P

by the way #2: thanx to everyone for the birthday wishes...

Mi manchi, mi maaaanchii, posso far finta di star bene, ma MI MAANCHIIIII! (E tu lo sai chi sei...)

23 Aprile 2008: posto questo post (cacofonia cacofonia portami via!) per ricordare il compleanno di una delle persone piu' importanti della mia vita, una delle persone piu' magnifiche che ho incontrato sulla mia strada, nonche' membro onorario aggiunto della famiglia panei-ciprietti, che oggi compie 26 anni (o erano di piu', non ricordo ;-P).

sperando che oggi legga il blog...

mi manchi un casino! non c'e' nessuno come te: ovvio, conosco tantissima gente, ho molti "amici", ma tu sei unica e speciale nella mia vita!

sei il mio specchio-riflesso!

dall'italia mi sono riportata un cd di canzoni miste ed ogni volta che lo ascolto (specialmente "l'animale" di battiato) mi torna in mente l'ultima volta che son venuta a trovarti, quanto siamo stupide, quanto ridiamo, quanto ci divertiamo, cantare a squarciagola nella tua macchina con i finestrini abbassati come le zingare, fumare di nascosto nel bagno, piangere per la felicita', l'egitto, mangiare sardine dalla scatoletta sedute su una panchina, andare al negozio della caritas a comprare borse e cinte per 1 euro, prenderci in giro e prendere in giro le secchione, sbrodolarci con il kebab a campo santa margherita/campo san polo, i 5 fiorini magici, la tour eiffel ogni mattina appena sveglia, la tua vita multicolore, arrivare alla stazione di padova e cominciare a vedere i tuoi piedi mentre salgo le scale e poi piano piano le caviglie, le gambe, i fianchi, le tettone e finalmente la faccia (o a volte aspettarti per mezz'ora fuori dalla stazione mentre trovi parcheggio...), bere vino dalla bottiglia al concerto di vinicio capossela in piazza san marco, le foto stupide con gli arrosticini, giavera del montello, il bruco-mela, vedere oc prima di prendere l'aereo, la legna da tagliare, dario, il cervello fritto, strong man, tutta la collezione di bigiotteria, la macelleria islamica a castelfranco, tutta la benzina che ti faccio consumare, la soppressa ed il baccala' alla vicentina di mamma pierina, le foto del mare, la casa di montebelluna, l'indiano, tutti i libri e cd che ci piacciono, amanda lear, essere buttate fuori di casa alle 4 di mattina, il panino col farj, il divano letto del tuo appartamento e la casa nuova che non ho ancora visto, gli scherzi che mi avete preparato per la laurea (stronzi!), la tua laurea bellissima, svetlana, che noce!, il cous cous a menilmontant, le chiamate interrotte, sbarro, tim, tutti i treni presi insieme o da sole per vedersi, la danza del ventre, l'aula C di caccappello, bruno che ora che xea, i caffe' caffe' caffe' e the' the' the' presi, dr. salty, quante volte ti ho fatto impazzire per colpa della mia insofferenza alla burocrazia, la razza brenta, ommioddio sto impazzendo a ricordare tutte queste cose, rido da sola davanti al pc...

... e mi viene da piangere a ripensare a tutte queste cose gazo!

Riunioni di Famiglia...

can't wait for my mom to come! today i called her 3 times just to make sure that everything was ok... i hope she will not get lost in doha ;-P

Memorabilia #4

abdullah stasera va a dubai con il suo nuovo coinquilino maniaco sessuale riccardo.

mmmh, mi sa che mi sono messa con l'ennesimo figlio di puttana...

April 5, 2008

mai previsione fu piu' azzeccata...

April 20, 2008

Memorabilia #3

appena ho conosciuto abdullah, il mio attuale "ragazzo", ne parlavo con la mia amica flavia ed abbiamo riso parecchio della sua serieta' nel propormi il matrimonio e del momento (teorico) in cui lo avrei presentato alla mia famigghia:

"mamma, papa', questo e' abdullah, il mio fidanzato e l'uomo che voglio sposare..."

"e' afghano" ---> infarto n.1: fa fuori mio padre

"ha 36 anni" ---> infarto n.2: fa fuori mia madre

"e' divorziato" ---> infarto n.3: fa fuori mia nonna

"ha 2 figli" ---> infarto n.4: mia sorella sopravvive (e' ancora giovane e forte), ma paralizzata

"ha avuto in passato problemi di alcoolismo e depressione ed ha tentato il suicidio" ---> mio fratello scoppia a ridere e dice che solo un pazzo mi si poteva incollare.

lo so che non e' bello ridere delle disgrazie della gente, ma la cosa divertente e' che ora che mia madre verra' ad abu dhabi a trovarmi, ABDULLAH LA VUOLE CONOSCERE!!!

che fare?

April 5, 2008

Memorabilia #2

farouq. farouq is a good guy. i feel it...

but maybe the stupid test i've taken on facebook was right and i'll always fall for bad guys only.

but why? why human nature is so mocking? why we usually love people who make us bad and suffer and we do not consider good people suitable for ourselves?

love is a wild animal. it's like a lion you cannot tame, a bull on San Firmin's parade. out of any control. you can try to anticipate its moves, you can try to entrap it, you can try to escape from it, but you'll always fail. power is not in your hands. power is in its hands. and you cannot fight that power. love is a monster.

my colleague reema once told me that one of her friends married a man that she didn't like, but this man loved her to death and was willing to do everything just to make her happy and after getting married to him, her friend was so happy that she started to love him. so, reema's moral was: if you feel that someone loves you so much, marry him, even if you don't like him, and he will make you happy in any way.

is this the right answer? i am not sure.

April 2, 2008

Memorabilia

mum... am i doing the same like you when you kept saying grandma about my dad "he is a good man, clever, cultivated, he is not like all the other motherfuckers out there..."?

(ok, maybe you never said motherfuckers!)

April 1, 2008

Priceless Antiques... (now that it's over!)

abdullah...

messing my life even more. why do i give chances to people to hurt me? why can't i just stand apart and look at this circus instead of being one of the fools on the panoramic wheel bringing you to the top and then down and down and down again till someone comes to you and tells you that the ride you paid for is finished?

it would be much easier remaining aside and don't try to be a main carachter... but, do i really want to be a main character? do i think i'm better than others?

or maybe i'm the one who messes others' lives... like it happened with G. and N. ... like it happened (i discovered lately) with F. and C. ... like probably will happen with abdullah too... i donno... perhaps he really loves me. perhaps he really can't live without me... perhaps. then why i'm not in love with him? why not always at least? sometimes i love him. and sometimes i don't. i think i love him when i realize that i want a family and that he really would be a perfect father for my children.

but most of the time i don't love him.

and... human beings are selfish... and i'm a selfish human being... so i want someone perfect for me... i rather want a perfect husband than a perfect father... sorry for being honest!

or maybe i also want (well, need) a perfect father, but for me not for my children.

dad called me a couple of days ago. strangely, because it was only 2 weeks that i didn't talk to him... but manu told me that he saw on the PC recent pics of me with the new haircut and that he was almost crying in front of the screen.

no matter what, la famigghia e' la famigghia and i miss all of them.

actually i miss their support... i miss fighting with my mom and then crying and asking her pardon while she cuddles me and explaining her why i was upset... i miss her hands on my shoulders and my cheeks and my head... i miss when my nose becomes a big red potato and starts dripping while i cry... and i miss her blowing my nose in those moments... i donno from where she always finds a handkerchief to blow my nose... here i only cry when i'm with abdullah... he's a kind of my family right here right now...

but it's not enough.

after what happened last year i cannot trust anyone... not him. and not K. ...

Mohamed was a room in my home, a ventricle in my heart, a synapsis in my brain... wherever i go and whatever i do he'll be with me always... like a tattoo inside my DNA... even with laser i can't remove him... i got an e-mail from him last week... saying "tu me mankesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"... he will never change. and i do hope he won't... his charme is in his carefree approach to life and responsibilities, in being a child even if now he is a father...

he is with me when i go home in italy: he is with me in my own home. my whole home is still full of him. i open my wardrobe and i find the coat and t-shirt i wore the first time we went out together. i look for a pair of earrings and i find the jewel he brought me after his first trip to alexandria. i choose which book i wanna read and i eye the Gamal Al-Ghitani's novel we broke our heads on that night in barbara's home. i open the cupboard to pick a clean glass and i see the tea and sweets he brought for my family from paris.

so i go out. and i pass by the hotel where we spent four wonderful days, the bar where we drunk cappuccino and ate cornetto, the corniche where we used to walk and that reminded him of some places near alexandria, the beach we went at 6.00 AM just cause he wanted to see the sunrise, the bus stop from where he left to rome and i fought with the bus driver.

then i take a bus, probably the same where we sat and i took pictures of him. and i take the plane, reminding me of all the planes i took to reach him. venice. paris. cairo. alexandria. finally i arrive to abu dhabi, the only place in the world where i don't think about him. even if i still get his picture and his first phone number written on a small piece of paper in my wallet here. but i try not to open it. and not to think about it.

maybe i should answer. "tu me manques aussi". the truth.

i want to be the same that he's to me to someone. i want to be important for someone. i want to be a room in someone's home. i wanna be a room in K.'s home.

March 31, 2008