Skating in Nairobi

Consider the skates, do you recall them?
Come on, like the Rollerblade's. You remember them, now?
I’m not talking about the modern ones, with all the optionals, you know?
I mean old ones, shoes and wheels and let’s go.
Which were fashionable in the nineties.
You weren’t born yet? Okay, listen anyway.
You were? Then you remember, right?
Did you have them? No?
In any case, think how many of them ended up in the trash.
Like Toy Story's toys, whose life seems to end because the lucky child to have them got tired of them.
It “seems” to end, this verb is the meaning of everything.
Of the movie, and within this story.
Because what almost thirty years ago became a used object to get rid of, today in Kenya means fun and staying together...

Running away from the sorrows and difficulties of living...

And being happy with the little things that the real minorities of the world have forgotten...

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The dead’s count

It's a war.
It's all a war, when there have been or still is a war around.
It’s a conflict between ally and not ally.
It’s also a feud between those who enter the field to fight even the idea of joining a war.

It’s a bitter, invisible battle among those who aspire to the succulent role of selling weapons to the most needy government and those who demand the chance to facilitate such an unjust negotiation.
It’s a bloody clash between those who face the war on the field and who decides the strategies from the famous red button room.
It’s also a war of numbers.
Of parliamentary votes that will hopefully authorize the horrible show and peace protesters, to be minimized by cutting and manipulating the public information.
It's a war, after all.
It's all a war, before and after.
From Iraq to Yemen, from Darfur to the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Well, now it’s also a war between NGOs and the UN for the count of the dead...


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Becoming males for dad

Once upon a time there were women.
But you may read daughters as well.
Courageously and affectionately sisters, if this was not enough.
Jyoti, 18 years old, and Neha, 16, did not hesitate, in Uttar Pradesh, India.
Dad is sick, he cannot go to work and get food to put on the table, that was the bitter sentence.
The two girls looked at each other, as if divided by a mirror colored with imagination that tastes revolutionary and daring as only when it is a feminine craft.
Come on, let’s go on stage, then.

They have shortened their respective hair, depriving the face of the usual hair, almost mandatory inside their current society.
Then, they opened little trunk of the costumes available and rummaging among them they have decided to change their identity for the sake of love.
So, they became boys for four years, going every day to cut beards and mustaches to the men of the village.
Now India’s government has given them an honor.
And, I hope, they lived happily ever after.

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The fake pictures of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

There is a world out there that cannot help but lie.
Once upon a time, as in fairy tales.
And there is still now.
You want to know the truth?
There will still be tomorrow and the day after.
People who have to lie to others will ever be around.
Who have a damned need for someone to believe their lies.
To go and see their childish bluffs, who follow them behind the unfortunate alley where they hide, to join their delirium.
They need you to click their stinking link, sharing their rotten post, making the latter strong with a like on their disgusting vision of things.
The targets are always the same.
As a rule, the poor of the world to be exploited, manipulated and sacrificed for their own personal gain.
But also those who are possible threats to reject hate and poison at the bottom of their soul.

It is the case, a woman who can perhaps scare the masculine and racist power in the US even more than Obama could have done.
So, do not be surprised by the false photos on Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, and the anything but compromising video a few days ago.
It will happen again.
What matters is how much, those who have the tools and the time to understand the truth will fight for it.

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Stories to think: the price of war

I try to give words to pictures*, to return the gift from who share news with passion and history with commitment.

The price of war

The price of war is the coveted silence that becomes paradise between one hell and another...

The price of war is the illusion of a home that becomes a family where means nothing for the rest of the world...

The price of war is to find yourself on the journey remaining motionless as much as before those who would like to see you leave against your will...

The price of war is to remain alone, on that journey, but with the courage to take the rudder remained vacant...

The price of war is to face the devilries of madmen who play with your life from above and continue to not understand their meaning...

The price of war is to live the rest of your days waiting for those who will not come back...

The price of peace, on the other hand, is to ensure that such hopes are not always in vain...

*Photos by Lynsey Addario

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Stories to think about nuclear weapons

Life is an unprecedented cruel editor that imposes merciless review of our poetic interpretation of the world.
You need bigger and firmer hands, that have known the lightness of a lucky birth, but who have also shown a clear temper to become iron in front of the enemy.
That's why we offer cold eyes and a wide view, that know how to recognize opportunities in the soft fruits, but who have no hesitation, where it is necessary to eradicate them from the ground to protect the chosen ones.
Now you’ll understand why we cannot allow any atom democracy...

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Moral stories about animals attacking humans

You have made us consider water no longer as a gift, but as a good to defend. And soon we’ll do the same with air too.
The earth and all we share.
To no longer be like us.
Despite this, due to bad luck or good fortune, there is a breaking point for everyone.
There is no doubt that you are making us more like you than we have ever been, but it was only a matter of time, after having even made us eat your garbage, that some of us got angry...

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Stories to think about life: the creature

"The effort was in vain and it’s at that point that my anguish has reached unimaginable heights.
"The creature seemed to take advantage of my incoming energy.
"As if it benefited from every attempt of mine to resist.
"As if it were completely the my body’s owner.
"I wanted to hate it with all of myself, but I couldn’t do it, noting that every feeling that might somehow reject it was banished.
"In my life I have had lots of experiences, I have overcome difficulties and sufferings, I have grown in many ways and I have learned a lot.
"I have read much and traveled far and wide.
"I consider myself a conscious and strong adult.
"Nevertheless, nothing I had from mine had prepared me for such a panic...

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Moral stories about peace and excuses

We hope for your mercy for all the conflicts provoked and in time fed.
Among other things, together with our colleagues, we take this opportunity to promise you to stop once and for all with war movies, especially the patriotic and heroic ones.
Sorry about that…
Sorry for not only bringing death and destruction into the lives of others, but also showing the ignoble brazenness of telling the posterity that we were the good guys.
Following this unexpected, extraordinary example, France and Spain, Germany and, among the many, Italy as well, will go on.

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Stories to think about internet in the future

"Good morning, sir, all right with the product?"
"All right, yes, nonetheless, here... there's a problem... but it's not your fault. In short, the star's face works, but jars with the voice, do you understand me? "
"More than anything, I hear it."
"What?"
"Excuse me, I don’t want to offend, but you speak as if someone were squeezing your..."
"No, you’re right, as a child I was very teased, you don’t know how much. Anyway, can you help me?"
"I'm made to help you," she says with shining eyes for the high resolution on time. "Do you prefer the warm voice of a theatrical actor, the Greek speaker in full orgasmic monologue, or that of the strong commander speaking to his armies before the final battle?"
"I don’t know…"
"Do we make a mix again? Do I wrap it? "
"Okay, I take it."

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Moral stories about Syria

From the beginning of the world, this is the most feared event by the defenders of pyramidal architecture, other than revolution and resistance.
That is, everyone is able to understand everything, in the first place what decides the common horizon.
Nonetheless, you write the question down and start to read it.
In your mind too, if you don’t want to be heard.
Even a piece at a time, if you wish to avoid suspicions into the professional senders to sleep.
Why?
Why are there chemical weapons in Syria?

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Stories to think about cellular addiction

"He violated it..." people around murmur in a chorus, almost chanting, gradually approach to gain definition for the unexpected image. "The sacred rule... he violated it..."
"Like everyone, you know perfectly that outside no one can look up from their phone."
"Of course," she tries to explain, "I know it well, I know the sacred rule, but my child..."
"Of course," the city clerk interrupts her again, "now you’ll bring out the usual story of the little kid, who is young and innocent, poor him... but did you see what these budding offenders used to upload today?"
Suddenly the audience marks with a common negative thumb the woman’s answer.

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Moral stories about cold war today

In the rhetorical game of roles, USA was the savior and Russia the aggressor, the former the powerful ally and the latter the others friend, and then add also West and East, We and Them, and other semantical tricks to fill eyes and ears, generation after generation, of apparently impotent readers.
The fable was ever told from parents to children, as if it were inevitable, as if it were the world’s story itself, as if the world wrote it on its own.
As if, in short, none of the actors were accountable for the monotonous plot.

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Stories to think about social media

Tom!
What's up now?
What’s this air?
Well... I think it's the window in the kitchen...
It's open?!
Yes, you did it when we finished dinner. For the fried, you said...
Of course I said it, but it was half an hour ago, I told you that night has come!
All right, but could not you do it?
I just turned on the laptop...
Of course, I’ll do it.
Go, close, close for good, and pull the damper down, right to the bottom.
Why?
Because there's a new neighbor, that's why, right in front of us, a guy with a dark beard and a dark face too.
Seriously?
Seriously, close everything.
I run.

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Moral Stories about terrorism

In one five people died and there were at least forty injured.
In the other there are thirty-three deaths, no one survived.
In the first one it seems that the bomber is one.
In the second, they are many more, although it seems that the finger on the damn button was only one.
One have already got the usual claim, with all the usual guesswork out.
In the other it is not necessary, because the culprit is clearly visible under the sun.
Maybe too much.
The first one is a horrible thing and it is natural to grieve, right to get angry and required to investigate the facts in the shadows.

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Stories to think about xenophobia

"I don’t remember the rest, sorry, blame the age."
"What age? You are just one year older than me. "
"Well, you are no longer a youngster too. In fact, is that molar on the lawn one of yours? "
"No, it's yours."
"Oops... anyway, we’ll do our best as always and if the river will be stronger, we’ll work harder, giving everything."
"Because the rivers don’t stop alone."
"And because we cannot much alone, but together..."
"Because it's easy to go over everything and everyone."
"And because it’s difficult to understand everything and everyone."
"Because, at the same time, it’s impossible to remain indifferent to everyone and everything."

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Moral Stories about World Hunger

Once upon a time there was a starving country.
Made so by war and poverty which are always everybody’s fault.
Unless the people of that country don’t aspire to become everybody’s people.
You know what I mean, right?
In the country that you already know for sure, there was a house.
Also hungry by war and poverty, that are really everybody’s accountability.
However just saying things it’s not enough to see righted wrongs and celebrated truth.
Otherwise words would be seriously magical.

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Stories to think about courage

Me against the fire.
Alone, covered with rags, standing still.
Fighting the fire.
I might look ridiculous to you, strictly behind me.
So that I could listen your voice.
But not seeing your eyes.
Above all, avoiding you could see mine.
Me alone against fire, with one bucket of water, which in a few seconds will become one of the many empty containers in my difficult existence.
As the wallet, closet and drawers, as an imaginary bank account and the missing pages in my farewell to the global storytelling.

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Moral stories about freedom of expression

We are in the future, ladies and gentlemen.
Here, now, on this page.
Well, I remember that in other times we used to
begin a story in very different ways: once upon a time, for example, a long time ago and even in a far, far away kingdom, and so on.
We people of tomorrow start saying... we are in the future, ladies and gentlemen.
We do this to remind us that, luckily, we are no longer in the past.

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Moral stories about world wide web today

When you saw polls growing in favor of Trump and at the same time, rigorously at the same time, intense spreading of likes on pages and profiles, sites and anything else in his support, don’t tell me that you have not joined the web’s dots.
Come on, let's be completely truthful.
How could such a guy become president of the most powerful country in the world, having against the opposing coalition and a consistency portion of his own party?
Thanks to the people?
Really?

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