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"Yesterday evening, when the teacher gave us news of the poor Robette, which will have to walk with crutches, he entered the Director with a new member, a boy of very dark face, her hair blacks, and blacks with big eyes, with thick eyebrows and reached on his forehead, dressed all in black, with a belt around the waist black morocco. The Director, after talking to the teacher in his ear, he went out, leaving him beside the boy, who looked at us with those big eyes blacks as frightened. Then the teacher took his hand and said to the class: - You must be happy. Today, the school enters a small Italian born in Reggio di Calabria, more than five hundred miles from here. We love your brother came from a distance. He was born in a glorious land, which gave Italy the illustrious men, and gives workers strong and brave soldiers, in one of the most beautiful lands of our country, where are the great forests and great mountains, inhabited by a people full of wit and courage. Vogliategli well, so do not realize that being away from the city where he was born, show them that an Italian boy, in any Italian school put the foot, we find the brothers. That said and got up on the wall map of Italy marked the point where Reggio di Calabria. Then he called loudly: - Ernesto Derossi! - What has always been the first prize. Derossi rose. - Come here - said the master. Derossi left from the bench and giving in to put next to the table, facing the Calabrian. - As the first school, - said the teacher - from the embrace of welcome on behalf of the whole class, the new companion, the embrace of the children of Piedmont to the son of Calabria. - Embraced the Calabrian Derossi, saying in her clear voice: - Welcome! - And they kissed him on both cheeks, with a rush. All clapped their hands. - Silence! - Cried the master, - not they strike hands in iscuola! - But you could see he was happy. The calabrese was happy. The teacher gave him the place and took him to the bench. Then he spoke again: - Remember the good of what I say. Why this could happen, that a Calabrian boy was like his home in Turin, and Turin was a boy at home in Reggio di Calabria, our country fought for fifty years and thirty thousand Italians died. You have to respect you, love you all of you, but those of you offended because this fellow was not born in our province, we would never be unworthy to raise his eyes from the ground when passing a flag. - When the Calabrian was seated, his neighbors gave him a pen and press, and another guy from the last bench, sent him a stamp of Sweden. "

from the" Paper Heart "by Edmondo de Amicis
the photo is Lorenzo Vitturi

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past but found

despite
are now two years away from friends, I must say that the tool the Internet has devalued and lightened the burden of nostalgia. the world of digital communication has made me find many people with whom I feel an almost daily basis and for free. actually post an undeniable power of the Web e'comprimere virtual distances and make them a single point for everyone. Until a few years ago, travelers, the only choice was to kill the nostalgia phone blessed with its astronomical prices that only allow you to do, who knows how much every flash of the phone calls when you had to speak quickly and without many stops in order to save.
With Skype, a software distributed free of charge, now not only talk quietly with friends but I have the time to do other things at once without having to hang up and call back. John, for example, often watched television while I was working on the computer, both connected for hours on skype, I heard the Italian news, his comments and the noise when moved, and he heard me, type, comment I had not seen the same news and talk in Portuguese on the other phone line, the feeling was of being in the same room, turned one on either side, without seeing each other (which could be answered by a web cam), while in we are a reality across the world to the other.
Yesterday, I had a good chat with a photographer friend of mine sent me your site and together we have commented on the photo, I saw that there was a picture of me that I have downloaded this first (and the top).
So without listing all the many potential network, one of the biggest has been to destroy the power of big corporations that cover a value telephone absurd and often through deception, to fulfill a basic function like that to communicate.

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fly fly fly

the other day talking with Paula, I do not remember the topic, I naively said with confidence: "It is logical that flying is the dream of all, "oh yes I remember, we talked about Superman that never fails to realize, as the nature of the super hero, a love affair, even in an episode of Smallville, superman girl, who is not Superman but Clark waivers its powers in order to live normally love, like a human. Naively I said that in reality would be impossible because the human dream is to fly, but the answer that was given to me surprised me: "no it's your dream, everyone dreams of flying! "
Is that true? who actually dream of flying? during the long evenings spent on the terrace of the house to look at the polluted sky of Sao Bernardo, I dream to fly fast and be able to reach Italy, only a few hours, see things I miss, magare greet someone. But I'm so mad?