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Nuclear

To speak evil of nuclear power want to tell a story well known, not in detail, unfortunately, happened exactly 23 years ago on 26 Northern Ukraine in April 1986 and specifically in a location that would become, from the days of the story later known throughout the world, because that place was notorious Chernobyl. A
Chernobyl on April 26 that it was past midnight just over an hour and you can imagine it was a quiet night, no wind, dark and noiseless. Only the machinery of the nuclear VI Lenin worked with manic pace, producing energy to meet the needs of the Republics of the Soviet Union. In particular, there was a ferment of men and equipment at the reactor 4. It was during a safety test.
rest assure, that night, the inhabitants of Cerbnobyl area, about three hundred thousand, with the security and peace of fatalism of those who have nothing to lose. It was not a rich area that was ground miners, factory workers and farmers, people used to working hard for a piece of bread and hard to sleep at night, perhaps with the help of a few drops of vodka to warm the cold shriveled veins persistent .
None of them, at one and twenty-two of 26 April 1986, dreamed or imagined that his life would change radically, who would become notorious, that his body was corrupt and that of his future with his children, that the his land was raped, that her future would have been poisoned. Sleep well, was just past midnight and had just begun, at Chernobyl, which would have been the longest day of the city.
The time at which the plastic cover, weighing over two thousand tons of reactor 4, the one where he was performing a safety test, flying away like a Frisby scored the point of no return, it was an hour and twenty-three. The roar had to be terrifying, those who have heard the certainly can not describe, and the air immediately became hot. The descent of china for gl'abitanti nearby had begun.
died just two workers of the plant involved and overwhelmed by the chemical reactions that followed starting from overheating the core, which turn heat up the water cooling system bringing it to very high temperatures that drove vapor pressure at the explosive, then triggered reactions between chemical substances (water and metals), including the water-splitting in oxygen and hydrogen to effect the temperature reached, all helped to develop large volumes of gas. Obviously the first budget, saw what had happened, was very good, even with all due respect to the two lives, but unfortunately the matter did not end there. The rescue team, headed by Vladimir Pravik lieutenant, he went immediately to the disaster site, with the command to extinguish a fire caused by a short circuit. Nobody had informed them of the toxic fumes and materials fell after the explosion in the area surrounding the plant. Pravik and his boys worked hard all night and already at 5:00 in the morning, less than four hours after the meltdown, some on the roof and around the fire had been extinguished. Pravik died May 9, 1986, 13 days after the explosion and all the others died as firefighters in action on the morning of April 26, 1986.
But no one knew anything in the world for the entire day of 26, while Russian helicopters, in a gallop, discharged inert materials to try to extinguish the fireball that burned in the center core of the disaster. Only in the morning April 27, by a lucky chance, that happened in a nuclear power plant at Forsmark in Sweden, the alarm detectors of radioactivity. Now the Scandinavians, given the high level of data, supposed, worried that there was a hole in the middle but the results were negative. It was then that they began to look elsewhere for the source of radiation and it came up in the Soviet Union. At first the Soviet government belittled the thing but now the Swedes, with their controls, were made aware of the whole of Europe that a serious incident had occurred in Soviet Central Asia. The whole world began to press and finally released the first meager statements about the incident, which became known the world froze. Since those days, and through years to come sessant'otto people, including the first rescue team, died of a direct cause of radiation, in a slow and relentless, sometimes suffering excruciating pain and gradually losing hair, nails, vision, hearing, fertility. But not only. The entire area comprising a pool of six million people, was in the months to follow specific rules for health monitoring by the World Health Organization and the Ministries of Health of Ukraine, Belarus and Russia. This is to monitor and curb the devastating effects of radiation but can be estimated two hundred thousand deaths from cancer and leukemia directly related to what was called the "Chernobyl disaster" inextricably linking the city's name to the concept of ruin.
I have vague memories of those days: the TV with the image of the menacing black cloud that was moving to Europe, the handbook newspaper (wash the vegetables much, do not drink milk), the growing and palpable concern in the speeches of people. Italy, of course, reacted in the best way it knows instinctively, and decomposed in a way. Within a year he concocted a referendum, the only ones in Europe, with a speed never seen in Italian bureaucratic boot, even at the time of Mussolini. Too bad that Italians were not asked what it was expected that: the three referendum questions of talking only to abrogate state intervention and subsidies for construction of power plants and to deny the possibility, Enel, to participate in the construction of nuclear plants abroad, however. Nobody asked the closure of the central active nor to deny permits for future construction of power plants. It was not much but enough to prevent the proliferation of nuclear power in Italy, the Italians without money no one would have ventured to create a central, though all said and still say that it is the only way to create the energy we need .
Now the story of what happened in Chernobyl there is no use having regard to that nuclear power is back in fashion in Italy and in the face of the 60 passes per cent of Italians who voted against nuclear power and not in favor of those three questions, rinsed of any preventative power. Of course we know that plants are safer than the old modern Central VI Lenin and we know that nuclear power has a high productivity compared to the energies so-called "clean" but none of this should be enough. The history taught us, just a little human error and the result is disaster. A disaster that can not be justified by any productivity.

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Patti Smith Tessera

The long face, arms in motion, as nervous as I cover the music that comes from the speakers. Patti Smith does not sing live with the sound of drums, bass, guitar, hammond organ. It is in complete empathy with them. That office for a girl to travel up to sixty years in Cremona since '68, the utopian and shamanic that exists only in our romantic dreams.
Patti Smith is everything you expect from a rock concert, old-fashioned way: a few instruments, riff repeated a billion times, shuffling songs on the edge of psychedelia. Patti Smith, who necessarily the best of live and in contact with people, whatever it is that even small and middle-class summer concerts Cremonese, you find again the high road after your ears have been subjected to the abuse of thousands of hours of useless music on television, radio, in local supermarkets the street. And you can not accept that if you do not like an old friend not seen for some time with him and exchange some talk about the weather that was spreading from the same point where you had left long ago. The spice of life.

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Ppf Vs Lic Which One Is Best

football fan ... Turkey

... a crap crazy.

Card, yes, no card, membership card right away, card from 2010 (see), for all card, card to card a few and finally for those who want it.

But who invented this is the card? It is not known. Some say the government and the curse, some say the ' observatory which is an abstract entity created by the police who do not know who I work and that has powers, some say the football club and by extension the league.
These are the main suspects since this holy card, as stated in various press , emits them and act as the Fidaty card of ' Esselunga and its related clones.
Embarrassing if you think that all this hubbub was fielded under the guise of football violence but this "noble" goal seems a bit ' OBSERVE aside if we read the proposal as is " Card panacea for all ills of the fan. "
From an article in the Gazzetta dello Sport we can read the disturbing details of the new instrument: the journalist is now clear, and this is an honor, saying that

" is a tool loyalty identifying supporters a club of
National. The relationship established with the sports club
is similar to what is now the commercial world could be the day with its best customers
"

then act as the famous pieces of supermarket that in the face discounts to poor study our tastes and sketched targeted marketing campaigns. In fact, the article continues

" (the card, ed) Lets have preferential paths within the
stages, to have access with limited checks, discounts on other
events organized by companies, discounts on business agreement or the
merchandising, purchasing privileged of tickets for competitions
international and the Italy match, preferential paths even if
competitions abroad. It is also a for investment clubs and
is an important opportunity to promote the company's brand among fans
. "

More clearly than that!
But security, what happened? Obviously un'accenno primal motivation to be done, otherwise the matter becomes supodoratamente spudurata , so here is a brief mention of the security problem :

" can carry the card: those who do not undergo Daspi ,
not have had convictions in the first instance for 'crimes to stage' in the last 5 years and have not
preventive measures like the
special surveillance. "

already reading this sentence you realize that the argument is treated with renal , lightness and indifference and I explain why the : who is subjected to DASPO can not enter the stadium and deny him the card is equally funny and ridiculous to those who deny the undergoes regime of special surveillance, which, I quote from the site of the Carabinieri, "is intended to enable the Authority to ensure public safety on the person to verify compliance with all requirements that the Court has seen fit to impose in order to responsible for addressing the danger : This is to prevent or render difficult, however, the task of initiating criminal "and I've already said everything. remain in practice actually excluded all those who have had convictions for crimes related to the stage in 'past five years since the first card had no restrictions whatsoever.
But if we continue to read we discover that the piece of the fan becomes grotesque when:

"You need it just to get guests in the stadium. The
normal viewers can go to other areas
buy a regular ticket. "

and without deepen viewers who are normal and what's a-normal stress

"the card is not an imposition. Viewers who do not want to join the program" piece of fan 'may continue to attend the stages you buy a normal business in sectors other than for the guests; course, in this way, do not enjoy the privileges of the card. "

benefits for them are those already described or bales and various discounts.
Grand Finale:

The card must be seen as an opportunity. From January 1 2010 will be required to follow their teams away, but if you still want to decide to join a 'club' of privileged , the card will also be useful to buy without having to file the box office tickets for any stadium in Italy, enjoy facilities throughout Italy, have preferential access points through which you will enter the stadium only inserting the card, discounts on all companies affiliated , the opportunity to buy more tickets even if the sale is limited to one coupon on the viewer. In practice

who did nothing bad and discounts go in separate, thank you.

In A Morning My Tongue Is Covered In Blood

I knew early on that my trip to Turkey, and specifically in Istanbul, would have changed anything. I knew I was going to get in front of the door to the east and going beyond just would not be back with some souvenirs from the Grand Bazaar and a few more nice photos to show to friends. I did not know what, specifically, I would find. I do not know even now, or maybe yes, maybe write it and let's see what happens. The beginning

Istanbul Istanbul

the decadent, the mirror that reflects in the splendors of ancient kingdoms Romano Eastern, Byzantine and Ottoman Empires, had the power, strange and sneaky, to turn back the clock of memory, a slide pictures of travels and experiences in the past to a new tape filled with unpublished comments overlay.
Istanbul sleeping peacefully on the waters of the Bosphorus, the Marmara and the Golden Horn is a city of little things where I rediscovered the old rites in its streets filled with people, dogs, cats and things for sale. I met my old tales of the city, Cremona, while sitting at a bar, a street vendor offered us pistachios bringing to mind the stories of my grandmother who recalled the seller of lupines, and Fixed visitor welcome, of the taverns of the past. They rebounded in the annals of the Austro-Hungarian trade show sadness that I smelled in Vienna and anticipate the availability of the Ottoman Sultans memory of an empire, suddenly disappeared, left on earth as intense as melancholy reminders of a glorious time that was and ever more return. I've heard up the blind fury of the music when on a road near Beyoglu I heard the sound I was approached there motionless with his back against a tree thinking back to when I hear the sound of the trumpet with a mute and my hair stands on end all arms and chills me run as mild shock to the skin. Every sidewalk, every bar, every corner, every house had a door that opened into a room memory in the bottom of which you could find another door which opened into another open room which gave access to yet another in an endless game memories, mirrors, emotions.
understand that the city is not just made of houses, roads, people and objects, but has a soul, hidden like flame beneath ashes. Istanbul can seem suspended in time so elegant, sleepy, proud and sad but it is a lens through which to look.
So while mix the sugar cube you've slipped into the glass tea in a cafe overlooking the Golden Horn, while watching the gestures, rhythmic and symmetrical, prayer in the mosque, while purchase the cob toasted by the vendor on the street, while watching the fishermen crossing the Galata Bridge on a crowded tram understand the beauty of small things and Istanbul reminds you that you live in small things is when you're at home or while traveling.

places and people

places or streets, squares and palaces, especially in Istanbul, in Turkey but in general, are critical because they are meeting places, both famous and unknown alike. Nothing is as far west as the desire to find the street or on a boat in a restaurant or a shop to talk, explain and tell qualasiasi time of day or night. I have seen hundreds or perhaps thousands of people sitting on little stools in groups of two, three or four on the roadside while discussions were keen unknown to me drinking tea or playing the Tavla. It may seem very lazy eyes European Opera is actually a different way of understanding the social and free time. We Europeans tend to stay at home, the turkish no, still loves the outdoors and the chat's sake. And then the places are filled, but I say filled, crowd of people and assume a new dimension, a new value. The squares less successful in terms of artistic crowd of people, animals, objects, smells, noises and become monuments to the sociability deserve a photograph and a bit 'of our time as much as the Topkapi Palace or Hagia Sophia or the Blue Mosque and Suleymaniye.

Religiosity

guess that writing, not bad, the Muslim religion in this period of bogeymen and witches do not delight to most but the thing leaves me quite indifferent, and then write it. I entered the first flies of my life, the Blue Mosque, very touristy I must stress, even for completely light-hearted atmosphere relaxed enough around. Tourists with clothes, cameras and digital cameras, cell phones and backpacks are always working but no swarming faithful seemed to care while he washed his hands, face, neck and feet at the fountain outside the entrance. I thought how far away was the idea of \u200b\u200bIslam, telling us saccenza concerned with the various lords of the media or otherwise exist, as far as I want to say, different types of Islam and I had before my eyes that breeze. But these poisonous thoughts, now that I crept into my head is so sensitive to the controversy, have disappeared as I watched the prayer. The rhythmic movements, concentration el'imperturbabilità despite the subdued voices of the tourists, the noises of children, free to run and roll around on the carpet, and the constant flash of cameras, showed a much more religious sensitivity deeply rooted in our western world. I say this with detached amazement as atheist, but I think the Muslim has so disturbing aspects, such as the status of women and fundamentalism, as fascinating, or spiritual tension that is felt in many practitioners. How far our churches that now seem empty, visited only by tourists and some old lady that the rosary beads of remembering their dead or faithful some occasional light a candle at the statue of a small round asking pardon for the child or for the sick wife. The Muslims seemed to me more and we believe that the tensions that exist between the Abrahamic religions interpret the most religiously and politically, on the contrary, as we do. We treat religion as a tradition to defend, rather than a true belief to follow, our culture profoundly different from the Middle East and will not serve for nothing that conservative campaigns across Europe. The spirituality that we have lost, and in all honesty I do not regret, was born from our hearts and no outsider will ever report it compulsively. They simply have it yet and we do not have one anymore. To us, to me, all that remains is to observe their prayers, not so much the more ecstatic religion per se, but on how to interpret it.

History

History in Turkey is the dust that flows on the roads, all we have known and studied went from here and leave a trail. Peoples and Religions have trod this land, and the Turks do not seem to cure it. It is not indifference or ignorance: the mosques, the palaces of Ottomans, the Orthodox churches, the ruins of Troy, the battlefields of World War I, the Greco-Roman city Ephesus, Pergamum and Hyerapolis, the Byzantine walls, synagogues seem to Turks and everyday objects will retain the same attention that we reserve the objects that we keep on the dresser at home. There is no sensationalism it indifference, just disillusioned and fatalistic detachment. Any writer would use the word melancholy.
Conclusion


Who or What is Istanbul? Who or What is Turkey? I do not know. For me it is still a mystery after all these lines to write and write about emotions rather than places. But maybe, if you must be forced to put a final and I write everything that you grant a license to write corny platitudes, I can say is that both are ports on the Orient but also about ourselves, as I said. Doors leading to other ports, we find the key that is opening one by one.