What Dose The Steel Colored Braclet Mean

'm beginning to think about having a certain capacity to tirarmeli him, the mess. Of course the devastating earthquake of 2007 in Peru was not expected, and it was only a fluke that these two hurricanes have been shot down over Havana, after a summer, just in time cui ci stazionavo io. Mi rendo anche razionalmente conto che tra me e il risveglio dell’orgoglio panarabista ci sono ben pochi nessi causali, eppure eccomi qui - spettatore privilegiato di quella che viene gia’chiamata Primavera Araba.

Il Libano è un’osservatorio d’eccezione: un mese e mezzo fa arrivai in quella che era la nazione più instabile dell’area mediorientale, e paradossalmente mi trovo oggi nella più sicura. Questo perchè in assenza di governo e in piene consultazioni per formarlo, il Libano ha oggi l’occasione di anticipare un’eventuale contestazione prestando attenzione alle richieste del suo popolo. Che poi effetivamente do so remains to be seen, but in the meantime, the Lebanese seem much more focused on the evolution of events excited comment in the other Arab states who worry about the future of their (and look closely, they are right: there have been so many decades in ' eye of the storm this time take the opportunity to see how it looks from outside).

My life in the Middle East and then runs on the tracks of change at the macro level as a witness the historical event, but also to an equally unexpected micro level that unfolds in the newspaper, and which is directly responsible Beirut. The capital is a schizophrenic city, charming and exaggerated at the same time, where the day flows Jerky in a perpetual fast forward. When you get used to today, is tomorrow.

Robert Fisk, a great day my fellow war reporter, summed up this unfinished perpetual motion saying that "in the Middle East sometimes you feel that no event has ever finished a horizon that does not turn the page and never never come the moment when to say enough is enough . It 's true, the Middle East is the certainty of uncertainty, and it is his flamboyant ambassador to Beirut. When something sembra potersi (e doversi) concludere, all’improvviso succede qualche altra cosa ritrascinandoti nel turbine dei colpi di scena, delle melodie senza una conclusione, delle combinazioni all’apparenza impossibili.

Non per forza tutto questo è negativo: sicuramente nella soleggiata capitale libanese non ci si annoia mai, e la vita ha lo spiccato gusto frizzante dell’eterna sorpresa. Ma bisogna abituarsi all’idea, e al fatto che per tirare il fiato non c’è nessuna fine primo tempo.

In questa girandola di emozioni, la mia esistenza qui trova compimento nella ragione per cui mi sono spinto tra tante palme e tanto hummus : ALPHA, the organization I work with, it is finally taking part. Together with my colleague, partner in crime and friend Nina (in addition to being Program Coordinator of the NGO and 'an extraordinary person that helped me a lot of the environment) we are trying to reschedule the organization and implement strategies in the medium and long term, and getting the first concrete results of that washed pluerinnale work in the area of \u200b\u200bideas, energy and enthusiasm is returning to bear fruit. Being co-star of this process is the best training I ever could have asked for an internship, because it transcends the internship: a continuous and challenging to test, meanwhile building their own probable future. That my life is not destined to run out of Lebanon in late May?

In these first forty days of the Lebanon-a place I fell in love, people, lifestyle, food, and the job they came here. Still do not get excited language, excessive presence of French and French (except Marc, mythical boy Nina), the exhaust gas and the prices do not moderate some of the capital. But as they say here, mafi moshkel , no problem.

So everything will disappear in the near beiruttina daring moment of the night, replaced by a new unexpected development of the event.

A hug ephemeral

Tommy

7month Old Baby Coughing And Clearing Throat

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A history of water

When I awoke the sun was upon me.

I stood with his head dripping with sweat. Although I was very close to the sea, I could throw myself without fear of drowning.

I lost count of days since I live in a cave in a cliff overlooking the sea.

When I look down I see huge waves crashing against jagged rocks.

I always have a little 'afraid to see this scene, although I know to be safe.

Inside, the cave was dark, the fire was still early. I hoped with all my might that the next night was not so cold.

If you are frozen there is nothing worse having to get up to urinate, and my body, as if to tease me forced me to do it in the middle of the night.

walked toward the cave, unwittingly kicked the empty can of beans that we threw yesterday.

Tot told me it was the fault of those cans when we were there. I could not imagine how so small and silly things could cause such a catastrophe.

The days that passed could be summarized in one: In the morning I was having breakfast with liquid gray Tot synthesized, always told me that inside there was all the nourishment I needed.

After I went to look for firewood.

In fact we had enough wood for centuries to come. In addition to our cave, a small path leading to a grove.

There were many fallen trees, leaves, or none of them had showed signs of sprouting.

I did not want to see beyond those logs fallen, I saw them as the beginning of a long series of visions sad. Where all living things before they collapsed like dead trees and those without lymph.

The fire that lights were few and small. Tot it was not necessary to do so, because the heat could not warm up the entire cave, very humid.

The purpose of a fire was to have a sense of humanity. Tot was a machine, did not understand the pain, suffering, loneliness.

The fire crackled and I stand by, sat clutching the legs of the body until it stops. When the flame was now dead at that point I slumped to one side, then Tot put me on a blanket and slept until the next morning.

These were the nights when I asked for the story, some days I could not help but ask the story.

Tot Before beginning to tell, or rather to repeat, I always make sure that all of his pieces were in place.

took was a bolt in a bad, bad, and a circuit connected to the story changed. It adds details absurd, new players and often a worse final.

If it were not for the story I would have never to survive in this world of water. The point where it seemed we were the only piece of dry land left.

Or at least the part that I could explore, as well as the wood I used for the wood was another steep wall of rocks, and under the deafening sound of the waves.

Perhaps I might even try to go further, perhaps to risk crashing and perhaps find another piece of land habitable. But as I said I was afraid that waiting for me in a performance worse than the dead trees uprooted from the soil.

The story was my moment of relaxation and entertainment. It made me forget where I was, and sometimes, just sometimes, I could find a reason to my life so miserable.

long time ago I was still sleeping in my bed, a deafening roar woke me and I found myself in the cave at that time I was twelve. Now I'll be seventeen, maybe eighteen, but what do I care I could have thirteen.

Tot was beside me, a robot that apart from the two slender arms and legs are not much different than a toaster.

while recovering consciousness I heard a sound out of its slot located in the middle of his robotic body. 'History' felt 'Do not forget the history, a history of water'.

was a long process to understand what had happened, I realized that I had been living with a kind of multi-robot as a companion. It was called Tot, created in the lab was over, for no apparent reason, with me in that hovel.

The past is often confused with this, especially when you spend days are always the same.

Tot was there the evening, I sat in front of him with the fire in the middle. My appetite increase if mentioned, immediately went to when I thought what I should eat. Tot summarizing those meals from the ground, which said to be full of food. Avoid eating too many cans of beans when possible, now it had been only ten.

So if I offered to eat often said of my head, and asked him to go immediately to tell the story.

Before Tot started feeling a rattle coming from his body of metal, as if in someone or something was scraping a wall.

When told the story his voice changed, it was the voice of a person, a woman. That was another reason that pushed me to listen to the story, I had not lived long before the disaster the world, I understood only now than he could raise a woman's voice, even if registered.

And so, with the sea as background for the story began: 'This is a story of water. From the water we came. The water has surrounded the last days ... "

When the story was finished barely kept me from throwing myself into the ocean, where my mother was waiting for me ...

Tonsillitis Right Tonsil

In Memory Metal

have a squeaky arm is not the worst problem for a man of metal. In my life I have encountered several difficulties in adapting to the world.

Our planet, though highly technical, is not the ideal environment for inorganic beings like me.

is always yawn when I'm at work. Do not ask why they scheduled the option yawn to an entity without a heart.

The condemnation of man is the thought and not happy to be the only one at a discount, he passed to us: Metals thinking. When

pass on the street, despite our appearance is similar to a human being, people are known and there with his finger tip. Of my series do not try to cover my synthetic nature.

Many try with all means at their disposal to go unnoticed. I speak not only of artificial skin that change every day, but the things of which they speak. I once heard a metal thinking, sitting in a bar at a table next to mine, trying to make his speech can be more intellectual. He wanted to explain abstract and absurd interpretation of ancient philosophical theorems, demonstrating its experience in the field.

I wanted to get up, go to him and say, "you're just metal." I know that would not be useless. It would probably be shot on the other hand, pretending to not having seen or heard.

I will not hide my essence robotics and artificial. They are the result of several experiments, are not human nor do I want to be.

The arms were uncovered, I try to wear less clothing as possible, I do not feel the cold because I use them? I do not put the muffler on my joints creak, squeak, making noise for me is fine.

not I train in gyms to simulate facial expressions human. Some spend all their savings in private coaches expressive.

not seeking work in offices or in fashion. When they built the aim was to create the beasts of burden, real mules which give the weight of all work disturbing.

I look favorably on those who enroll in art school, thinking that their brain has been made even the synthetic pattern of creativity.

Humans tolerate us because we all have a system installed in the brain off. This little mechanism is nothing but a microbomba that destroys the brain, leaving intact the memory. We can go out, eat, drink or smoke and have sex even among ourselves and with humans. If any of us, however, touches the limit of a button is enough to remove it.

We build as adults, often commissioned by someone. We do our job, then if our owners want to stay alive and become independent.

We are the lucky ones. They have been created after working a year and are issued with a permanent visa. They begin a new life where they have the right to work, a house and a family in a certain limit.

sure why anyone would take a couple of Metals thinking a human child. We are too inexperienced to be able to do such a thing. Our life expectancy is twenty-five years. Children's children are born and die. I am my twenty-third year of age will not be long before the circuit in my spine ends its warranty. When that happens will the jackals of the company and I take it down to reuse the parts. My independence is based on this small chip. Useless to try to change the date engraved on it, any attempt to guarantee access to break-outs, thus shortening my life.

So why try to look stupid that you are not? If you were born an object can not become a man. As I said first humans have dumped upon us their convictions worse: the thought and hard work.

After generations have understood that it was time not to be the only ones to bear the burden of consciousness to exist. Somebody had to take this weight in my hands and drag them over. Metals thinking we are aware of our death, because we know exactly when it arrives. We try to understand things beyond our reach, we are aware that we live well without thinking, but we will not feel excluded. We are afraid that something may happen to our bodies, not fear of pain, but the fear of having to admit to ourselves that we are not a somebody, but a something.

When we make sex with a man we have the fears by providing more than a virgin girl of fifteen, but not the same enthusiasm. We hope that in their wailing they say our name would say that the person they love.

I have loved, or as in the formulas used by us, I think I loved. Involuntarily the logic is crucial for us. Based on the concept of our inhumanity can not say I feel, I know, but I think I feel or think I know.

I said I think I loved. It was a blacks-haired girl, who worked in a bar. He looked at me smiling with only corner of his mouth. Her hair is often covered his face and lips were the only thing I saw.

The third time I went there, contrary to my habit, I asked her name.

"Pat" ...

His name was Pat.

knew the protocol to follow in these situations, clumsily tried to follow him ask her out.

She said she did not want to leave, but go to bed with me.

I thought she was, like many humans, deluded thinking that the metals they were like a blender which you could adjust the power as you wish, to use and put away. I really liked her so I said yes anyway. In the evening I went to his house.

When I entered his apartment I was immediately struck by the volume of the music. The rooms were almost empty and tidy, soft lights and orange.

He sat me on his bed now, not even asked me how I was. I poured a drink in a plastic tapered without saying a word. He kept smiling looking into my eyes, I could not understand what his intentions were. I just knew that I liked more.

Until then when I had no doubt that it was human. It was when he put his cheek against mine who understood its artificial nature.

I still do not explain why it struck me so much that discovery. I just remember that I got up slowly with his eyes stuck on him until I left the room.

one day I wandered to the outskirts of the city in the midst of garbage that would kill a man at the first inhalation. I felt dirty and I wanted to stay in contact with the rubbish and waste one day I would become part of them ...