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Article 21 of the Constitution provides:

"Everyone has the right to freely express their thoughts in speech, writing or any other means of communication.
The press can not be subjected to authorization or censorship.
[...] are prohibited publications, shows and events contrary to morality "

If we consider that the Constitution poses as the only limit to freedom of 'expression of each individual, the common morality, then we must admit that in Italy we are really on! It 'an irrefutable fact that the proliferation of "bottoms & Breasts (and not just on TV) is increasingly irresistible. Symptoms of an exemplary openness to pluralism are the amount of national television networks emission (about 8, a few other countries in the world can boast of such great diversity of views) or the stream of opinion, sondage, massmediology and / or presenteeism

that every day we throw up on tracking shots of words.

the way, how can we forget the "historic" fight between the Sgarbi and Mussolini. has provided material for all those news programs that are keen to keep its viewers informed on the cultural debate underway in Italy: "Fascist: insult or a political-cultural category?".

authoritative body of information, like the inescapable "Open Studio", we offer daily coach service to forty seconds, invariably on Lebanon, or tissue suspected of having a liaçon with that "well-known "player, or that poor stray dog \u200b\u200b has yet to find adoptive parents, or even on the old hag of Prodi, who steals the money we always inventing new taxes (when Silvio was all there was better and had all the richer).

How not to highlight the bitter struggle between the creative minds of the various networks to offer a format increasingly better adapted to the needs of the public? Abnormal questions HAMLET better reality "Big Brother" style or "The Island of the Famous"?

we know that in this trantran of showgirls, players, famous unknown, pietism by two cents and so on and so forth, go unnoticed what really happens around us.

go unnoticed that the Taliban are taking hold in Afghanistan and one of the former generals of the Red said, some time ago that the allies are doing the same mistake the Russians made the first time, or stay there. Occupy that country is the best possible support to the Taliban propaganda.

go unnoticed technology developed by Magneti Marelli, which allows cars to travel with engines that use alcohol produced from sugar cane. All this with zero impact on the environment. Technology far from being tested, since it is already in use in Brazil for a while '. Only little problem: the international community has placed such high duties on fuel with the result that it is no longer competitive on oil (see episode of 13/11/2005 Report of , Rai Tre).

still passes unnoticed "work in progress" around the institutionalization of the idea of \u200b\u200bPadania. Well, after several Pontida, xenophobic tirades and the strange alliance, or the Northern League and the Movement for Autonomy (Sicilian movement seeking autonomy for a region with special status, and therefore already has a large autonomy), the 'last phase of the campaign for the liberation of Padania passing through a technique more "silent", but much more effective: clear his image. Abandon, or moderate, the image Celtic Warrior (a "Celtic" more than double historical, as the valley highest ambition is to get married Panoramix, as we teach the former minister and Mr Giovanardi Calderoli) that free Padania in shots "I have it hard", to begin to propose Padania as a fact. A reality has always existed (strange that Mazzini and the partisans have never noticed this was in the state) and therefore entitled to continue its existence. You waste so the lists of values \u200b\u200bthat come from the aura Po provincial autonomist movement to get space in national life. For example, Miss Padania participated in a reality without anyone stupisse existence of a miss of a fictitious state. These may be considered foolish, but as phenomena considered safe, the latter proliferating freely becoming accepted reality (passively, but still accepted). In fact, writing this article, I subconsciously littered with "Padania" with a capital P, "privilege" reserved to the states not only fictitious. Now I'll rewrite the entire article.

We are free to laugh and cry in front of screens mesmerizing, to accept the ideas of dissidents if they are in the choir, not free to say anything new and to prolong indefinitely the face to face with the real problems. Hello, what a beautiful weather, is a witty Oscar Wilde: themes of the discussions of university students in the throes of crisis delirious freedom.

Salvo Di Rosa

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August: throngs of tourists in shorts departing from airports in Sicily for a crazy week of Tunisia. Accompanied
the hand by experienced tour guides, gently encouraged by fellow travelers, Tunisia fantasizing about their dream, approximating a journey between the two shores of the Mediterranean.
down the plane, after dealing with a flight of fifty minutes and will be transferred to an air-conditioned coach including Tunisian who will lead them into a fabulous holiday village, a long, long Tunisia. So the adventure begins. Sweets
mosaics, huge pools and Western food (but revisited in the best tradition of Tunisia) cooked by Tunisians in the flesh.
space awaits them in the village activities, tournaments, dance lessons, cabaret, comedy, night shows, archery, ping pong, bowling, dance classes, lessons in circus, the whole "in privacy" what you ask for?
The first days are confusing, the language barrier separates the good Sicilian by those few, unfortunate, Tunisians, who do not speak your language, thank God, with him there are so many compatriots with whom to discuss this and less of work and God
few days later, however, the difficulties vanish and the other between a smile and magically starts to communicate with the local population in a French unlikely.
Then the holiday-hungry curiosity of the better "but because your women wear the veil, why are you all so nervous, because we look weird and courted our girls? ". The poor Sicilian
believes he has used in the right feel to address these questions, but that's when something unexpected happens: those Tunisians who were just beginning to smile at you pissed off and stop being nice.
On the other hand, thinks, then the tourists with great knowledge of the facts, not their fault, the real civilization, the one brought by the French (yes they are fine), have had plenty of time to forget it!
few tourists venture outside the holiday village (after all we have to enjoy this famous Tunisia) and go souk, a meeting place par excellence.
Italian cruisers galore, and is happy, more so if the region of origin is the same, almost did not see my fellow countrymen for a lifetime. Some faces another crowd of Italians, even ventured a nice " paisà "!
And it is precisely the market that we rediscover the well-off but genuinely Italian, the smart but modest, the wealthy but generous, the kind of tourist who has taken a nice cruise for himself and his family.
Get to the souk on the usual air-conditioned coach, is guided by a confident tour guide who knows more of the devil, and you drag numbered and sweaty, with nice cards fluorescent, the stalls and bazaars full of real "stuff of Tunisia." The guide walks and he below, the guide stops and he stops and, without knowing exactly how to get ending in a beautiful carpet shop where waiting for him, to battle stations, there is a skilled seller speaks six or seven languages \u200b\u200b(including Japanese ) who had spent the previous night trying to figure the beats to stimulate the unconscious Italian humor.
Before buying a carpet, the Italian cruise bargains with tenacity, using this complex operation if one of its available eight hours (during which at least is supposed to breathe a little 'air of Tunisia). Then give up and accept the price the seller as soon as he thinks he has not been plucked too. The Italian village of
Holidays, having more time available for purchases, it takes a lifetime to find the right souvenir to witness its passage in Tunisia. Buy everything vaguely Tunisian there for any friend, relative or acquaintance who has requested it to him.
the evening the intrepid lovers of Tunisia by night launch in dancing is infused with the spirit or Tunisian venture in search of comely cafes where women dance belly dancing (who turns out to be a strangely exotic tradition even for the same Tunisian) . Although not always possible to find what you're looking for some visitors this holiday traditions and Tunisian pool is starting to love it. The step is made, it is now the time to bring a bit 'of Italian folklore abroad. So Coach is proudly sing choruses of songs tralalallaru nice, of course, Italian, best when steeped in the spirit of the people. Some
, racing through the streets in buses during nights out, it seemed to see again, without a clear understand who he was, a big man smiling with his hands together in victory. The Italian holiday-in flash is a type who is curious and asks, ask him to guide that will churn out an answer promptly shut his mouth that fully satisfy the tourist-hungry flash-knowledge.
If, however, the flash-tourist is really a tough cookie, a being with serious aspirations for knowledge, expert can address the inevitable holiday villages, the supreme connoisseur that at least two, but three or four times already come to Tunisia, in some other village space. The Supreme
expert guides you in whatever you do, from how to dive in the pool and how to choose the local best to eat a good dinner "at the Tunisian". Following the advice of the dauntless tourists will go to a restaurant and chic trangugerà "typical food" and proud of his courage and will comment again and again: "are these different Tunisian cuisine." The analysis of the nature of this diversity I yield willingly to the astute reader. The same evening
good Sicilian semi-lit walk through the streets, by chance, meet a brother western 'a bit strange, "which will begin to talk of responsible tourism. But what devilry he talking about?
not good enough for the Italian goes in the 'African Tunisia "to run their business but someone is also reprimanded, tze! The 'Italian does not feel quite superficial, so it's angry, she feels offended by those deep in gossip.
still angry back to the airport in Sicily and crosses the line that is invariably made for passing out to all the other tourists. When someone responds promptly scolded him: "and then we complain of Tunisians!
But you have to excuse our tourist, he has a purpose, there is no time to lose. Returning to his homeland, after an inevitable week at sea, absolutely necessary to recover from the stress of the journey begins to work and design a beautiful Tunisian holiday resort to be built in its beautiful Sicily. Brilliant idea! Dear
flash-tourist in Sicily, this year you'll save time and money, an hour's drive of your dreams is Tunisia and many, many educated Tunisians with a bright red cap on his head that will answer all the questions the sottoporrai. We have sun, sea and an oriental room and soon coming fate of massive stuffed camel!

Special thanks go to all the friends in Tunisia, known during my last trip, especially to Anis, Ines, Hamichou, Zizou, Mr. Fatih, Mariam, Amjid and Saida, who have revealed aspects of otherwise incomprehensible to me of their culture.

Bruna Scuderi

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Cherries conformism

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iperaffollate beaches, villages and towns ... nothing and no one is exempt from the curse of the cherry!
What I talk about that image is increasingly recurrent abdominal and bristling "pompatissimi" chest encircled by epidermal T-shirts with two beautiful cherry red out!
few years ago, who had dared to show off a pink shirt (only female head) would have attracted giggles and poisonous comments.
The sentence was final: homosexuality, or a horrible
The eccentricity ... fashion has decided that man can, indeed must, wear pink shirts. So be it.
A leader does not "like", "use". The result is an aesthetic rather than passively accepted the result of individual perceptions of taste.
The "x" of this perfect mechanism is undoubtedly the contemporary mass media!
In this era of reality television, papers and players who can influence the desires of the average man than the telly? Three players will improvise
nice marketing professionals and founded a fashion house, started wearing the garments themselves "created" (thus reducing the costs of advertising bone) and the exploding craze little heart.
Shirts absolutely become the common "non plus ultra" of desirability.
blockbusters arrive on the market and are sold at astronomical prices (given the banality of the idea).
certainly do not mean an isolated case! If today
T-shirts of the boys look like a fruit salad, long ago, dancing was a huge flowery meadow of daisies. Besides, in conformity
middle class (the one that most carefree can have sufficient resources to be able to "follow" the fashion) is not a discovery of recent years.
What is attention, however, what is happening class in the middle between the "great proletariat" and the wealthy bourgeoisie . This class
always yearns to be accepted by the bourgeoisie, despite some obvious shortcomings (different according to individual cases: insufficient resources, low education, etc.).
Well, today this sub look upon the possibility of achieving, at least notionally, the purpose.
This allowed the burgeoning market for counterfeits.
All goods that are the hallmark of a mass membership or identity of a group, are immediately Tarot (unlikely shirts Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci glasses that not even he remembers having created and so on and so forth!).
Certainly globalization, which is nothing but a conformity to global, will lead to the birth of a great-looking uniform social class (we are already all the richer because we have all three phones each, as you said some time ago Our ex-Prime Minister), but intestinal heterogeneous, complex and problematic.
Everything else will be "out" out of fashion, out of the culture outside of major political and economic processes. As predicted
Pasolini in his speech on the hair, "a the biggest risk (in terms of socio-cultural) to which we encounter, among the mechanisms of conformism, is a symbol that is emptied of its meaning to be a worn empty icon (see the case of Che Guevara ).
It may even happen that a particular symbol, after being emptied of its original meaning, is given an entirely different connotation.
On the other hand, the hairdressing haired expressed at the beginning, "things" on the left.
After being overwhelmed by the conformism could also refer to "things" the right (the hairstyles of the first long-haired Persian expressing the flower of an elite who had their children studying in Europe against a company "late" compared to "western development" for further discussion refer readers to the "Sermon on the hair" of Pasolini).
In light of all that Guevara became "a shirt that is" mild and disappear with him, men and deep plots weighed down by a huge black cherry!
What's the next show?

Salvo Di Rosa

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Marriage "at Sicilian "

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Actually, I can not help but feel some sympathy for the wedding "Sicilian style" ... some are grotesque, but if there were to be invented.
before Apocalypse and after a meeting of Bivona is one of those things you absolutely must try.
John and Rosa get married! After fourteen years of engagement, thirty-three fights theater, a marriage proposal on a boat chartered for the occasion, six months on the diet without pasta, pizza, bread, fruit, meat, cheese, a year of grueling preparation, our heroes convolute married.
Greetings! It 's time to prepare!
A week before it stops time, no matter whether rich or poor, the bride must be immaculate. You enter the suit? Yes, it gets! We enter the ring! Ohi, entered! The belly? Pant elastic compressing schiacciaciccia and everything is solved.
Ah ... now it's really all!
morning of the wedding. Church ceremony scheduled for eleven.
H 6:00. Rosetta Wake up! E 'come a hairdresser, a tailor (you never know), your sister, your mother, your cousin and teenage grandson! All
to squeeze this poor bride hair in curls, very dark foundation, pencils lips, eyeliner and fake nails at will worthy of cat woman.
And to think that someone who builds the story carefully, "My marriage" throughout the course of his life ....
the 10:45 am, you into a roaring machine .... photos .... you move photos, pictures .... smile.
In church you're late, the function? Long! Rice, rice, greedy kisses and the inevitable photos.
At four o'clock a crowd of women who secretly under the table, took off my shoes, crazy children, adolescents and men engaged in spettegolanti asprissime threads I applaud and stomachs grumble.
hour passed, women lose any semblance of grace, by jumping from a sausage and pasta dish to another, men have dark circles and begging, the children are red-faced.
weighs on all disturbing indigestion, how to capture all this comes the cake!
Kiss, kiss, kiss, photo, photos, mother, father, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends and relatives far away.
There is always relative ol'adolescente that stands for making the effort not to explode from the elegant dress.
Fifty photos after the lacquer has sold, belts, secretly, and also we are ready for the bitter.
Confetti in hand, he returns home.
The bride and groom are ready for a nice vacation to forget that awaits them back to everyday life and a great deal 'of responsibility.
But faith glittering promises well, hopefully.
If any kind reader finds himself a bit 'of his family or, better, a bit' self, do not be alarmed; folklore has its own charm!

Bruna Scuderi

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What drives us at eleven o'clock at night, under the duties of university duties to face and say "enough ..... let's do it!" ??

The answers may be a lot .... it would be conceivable:

when nearly two years writing in a newspaper, you risforzi efforts and not to be served but to remain understandable to be bitter without the risk of causing the collapse of the certainties anyone (or simply not to get a bomb under the car:)), select topics carefully and think and rethink and rethink again ...... pleased laugh alone in a room reading your articles and, last but not least, people think you're preaches the values \u200b\u200bof the collapse of the marriage or the latest varieties of cherries on the market, then ....... you have two clear options on the horizon:

1) burning pages written, destroy your computer, run away and give yourself asceticism "'npizz the mountain";

2) decide to put some dot under ya!! (Arabized version of the Italian way of saying "put points on the ".... it is this was a bit 'self passatecela but it is only the first post)

sacrosanct century of globalization, along with many other aberrations that we led internet!

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