The collective madness is a proven phenomenon, yet somewhat inexplicable. History has repeatedly witnessed unlikely event of collective madness, but what struck me most was in Salzburg in July 1518. It all started when a woman took to the streets and began to dance, continuing non-stop for days. Within a week were more than 100 dancers who had joined her. After a month, more than 400 people danced in the streets of Salzburg, each with its own music between thoughts, each according to his notes.
Maybe it's the same kind of madness, tinged with romance but still pathological, what will tomorrow afternoon four modern musketeers to embark on a winter crossing of the Carpathians. Accompanied by two old companions (Giuliano and Jaka) and one of the new entries Cassiani Jr's Travels (the legendary Roger, already fully entered into the philosophy of the nomadic group), in fact I am about to realize his dream of anyone who grew up between Coppola's Dracula and Frankenstein Junior Mel Brooks - where the vampires were not only for teenagers-: the exciting trip to Transylvania.
medieval village surrounded by mist, endless pine forests with dark colors, Gothic castles perched on snow-capped peaks, all accompanied by a somber violin solo.
What better time for New Year's Eve to enjoy most fictionalized Transylvania in his nature?
On the other hand would be enough temperatures often below zero abundances, the generous statistics of the WWF (which estimates that two thirds of Europeans living mammalian carnivores in the Carpathians Transylvania) and the bizarre description of a Romanian friend given our first stage (Bucharest, "the European city that is closest to the capital of the Third World") to generate the minimum of adrenaline that accompanies the arrival of the new year.
will keep you updated, maybe not in the form of letters (this is for devotees of Stoker ..).
and leaving two words for the New Year itself, the will celebrate as they should, in a mixture of happiness for the end of 2010 and hope this bad for the beginning of 2011 which shows very well.
In fact, the collective madness of individual returns in January: As I announced last post, but I do not know where my next stage will not be on the field. In fact, vado in Libano.
Quattro mesi a Beirut, collaborando con una Ong in via di ristrutturazione in un paese sull'orlo dell'abisso (tutti attendono che il Tribunale Internazionale per il Libano si pronunci sull'omicidio dell'ex presidente Hariri; se come si teme il colpevole sarà Hezbollah, la temperatura della zona rischia di salire alquanto): una sfida troppo stimolante per non essere colta al volo.
Il progetto è pur sempre quello di riempire il vuoto del curriculum in area amministrativa, ma per ora può attendere: dopo un 2010 troppo razionale è ora di riconcedersi un po' d'entusiasmo.
Dunque, siete invitati, dal 18 Gennaio io sono in città, e se il Libano Beirut is not mad is a good base for exploring the Middle East of the Levant. For enticed, here's my Christmas present (late) / capodannino (in advance): four photo galleries of trips '10. Enjoy it, including a slice of Pandora and the other.
http://picasaweb.google.com/Tommyjay13/TraEuropaEFiandre - Brussels and Bruges, May
http://picasaweb.google.com/Tommyjay13/AhlanWaSalan - Jordan, July
http://picasaweb .google.com/Tommyjay13/PaesiMeravigliaStatiCanaglia - Syria and Lebanon, August
http://picasaweb.google.com/Tommyjay13/BackToKyklades - Amorgos, September
course comments and suggestions are more than welcome at my email or directly on the site.
Meanwhile, I leave you with a Big hugs for the New Year, hoping that causes it to germinate all the seeds planted in the 2010 words of abuse.
(After a month and a half of dancing in the streets of Salzburg authorities were convinced that if affected by the epidemic had not danced, their health affected by it. They put then on the streets of the musicians, who rate flutes and drums kept the rhythm for the dancers.)
Why not be said that sometimes some collective madness can not convey a bit 'of poetry.
Greetings,
Tommy
