BUONE VACANZE A TUTTI!
mercoledì 30 giugno 2010
giovedì 17 giugno 2010
http://www.sandmonkey.org/2010/06/13/on-khaled-said/
Non c'è paese che non abbia le sue contraddizioni e non appare corretto scaraventare in un blog notizie così aberranti. Ma è forse meglio tacere?
d. mi scrive: " E' davvero ingiusto, vorrei scrivere una lettera di protesta all'ambasciatore d'Egitto in Italia, e forse lo farò."
On Khaled Said
A few years ago, I saw the french movie "Irréversible" , and like many movie watchers I was subjected to the-now infamous- utterly brutal and inescapable Monica Bellucci 9 minute rape and murder scene. That scene has left me disturbed beyond measure, not just for the extremely violent depiction of such a heinous act, but by knowledge that, as certain as the run rises and the oceans ebb and flow, there is someone in the world, right now, facing a similar and equally brutal death. That at every minute, someone, somewhere in the world, in areas that we don't want to think or know about, someone is about to die, painfully, brutally, and completely without Mercy on the hands of a fellow human being.
What terrifies me isn't the violence; Anyone who has two eyes can see that we are a violent species that is capable of some horrid nightmares.What terrifies me is the feeling of helplessness that those victims must feel before they meet their end. The absolute certainty that someone has the power to end your life, and is doing just that, and there is nothing you can do about it. The Horror of realizing that this one won't pass, that you won't live to see the morning, and that this person- if we can even call them that- sees you as nothing more than an insect that they can crush the life out of it by the heels of their shoes.
This is precisely why I didn't want to know the Story of Khaled Said, a 28 year old Alexandrian man, who got killed on the hands of two policemen a few days ago. And the story is equally disturbing and terrifying in its simplicity: He simply was sitting in a Cyber Cafe, when two policemen walked inside and demanded the ID's of everyone who was sitting there. When he refused to give it to them, they grabbed him, tied him up, dragged him out of the Cafe, took him to a nearby building where for 20 minutes they beat him to death, smashing his head on the handrail of the staircase, while he screamed and begged for his life, and as people around watched helplessly, knowing that if they did something, they would be accused of assaulting a police officer, which would pretty much guarantee them a similar fate. This went on for 20 minutes. Think about that. You are beaten to death, by those who swore to protect you, while the people in your neighborhood watched silently, and as your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. 28. Not yet married. Still having the rest of your life ahead of you. No More.
After the police discovered he died, they took the dead body to the Police station, where the Police Officer ordered them to throw it back on the street and call an ambulance, in order not to be held responsibly for him. When his brother- who had the american citizenship- found out, he went and confronted the head of the Police in his neighborhood, who told him that the story isn't true, and that his brother was a known drug offender and that he died from asphyxiation, for swallowing a bag of drugs when the police caught him with it.
This is Khaled before the "Asphyxiation":
This is Khaled after his "Asphyxiation":
Amazing what Asphyxiation does to you these days, no?
When the story went out, and people saw the pictures, they were of course enraged. About a 1000 people gathered after the Friday prayers to protest in front of the police stations, and there are plans to do sit ins and demos this entire week, demanding that people take action, before they become the next Khaled. The Ministery of Interior swiftly responded, by stating that Khaled was a criminal and a womanizer and a drug dealer and responsible for 9/11, and that he died from Asphysxiation, and the picture is simply after his body was diagnosed by the Coroner. And that really, really, we should be glad that such a menace to society at large is not with us anymore.
And of course no one will get punished.
Egypt likes to refer to itself as the land of Security and Safety. Please note that we always put the word Security first. We like to think we are safe, that we are better than those evil western countries, where a woman is raped every 48 seconds or whatever, but we are not. We are not Safe. None of us is. Not n this country, not in this world. Any one of us could lose that spark of life at any minute, and the lucky ones get it quickly and painlessly. The unlucky ones suffer. The really unlucky ones end up like Khaled.
You think about Humanity, and where it is today, and you can't help feeling disgusted at us as species. We are brutal, evil and vile, and very quickly for congratulating ourselves on anything good we do, while we really don;t do that much and we know it. Anxiety is soaking up most people’s days. Everyone had becomepre-occupied with horror. Madness was fluttering everywhere.There are diagramsillustrating all these problems- circles and hexagons and squares. Most troublingwere the fleeting signs that nothing could transform any of this intosomething positive. You couldn’t help being both afraid and fascinated. Hearing about such incidents made you feel that the survival of mankinddidn’t seem very important on the long run. We were doomed. We deservedit.
When they finish those Colonies on the Moon, I will be on the first spaceship out of here. This planet is fucked!
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//travellerwithin.blogspot.com/
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//travellerwithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures%2Dand%2Dvideos%2Ddemonstration%2Dfor.html
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//www.youtube.com/user/TravellerWithin%23p/u
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//foreignpolicyanalysis.blogspot.com/2010/06/honte%2Dau%2Dministere%2Dde%2Dlinterieur_15.html
http://www.facebook.com/khaledkilled
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//www.masrawy.com/News/Cases/General/2010/june/11/police%2Dviolence.aspx
http://www.masrawy.com/News/Egypt/Politics/2010/june/11/khaled_sidigaber.aspx?ref=moreclip
http://globalvoicesonline.org/2010/06/15/egypt-my-name-was-khaled-and-i-was-not-a-terrorist/
by d.
d. mi scrive: " E' davvero ingiusto, vorrei scrivere una lettera di protesta all'ambasciatore d'Egitto in Italia, e forse lo farò."
On Khaled Said
A few years ago, I saw the french movie "Irréversible" , and like many movie watchers I was subjected to the-now infamous- utterly brutal and inescapable Monica Bellucci 9 minute rape and murder scene. That scene has left me disturbed beyond measure, not just for the extremely violent depiction of such a heinous act, but by knowledge that, as certain as the run rises and the oceans ebb and flow, there is someone in the world, right now, facing a similar and equally brutal death. That at every minute, someone, somewhere in the world, in areas that we don't want to think or know about, someone is about to die, painfully, brutally, and completely without Mercy on the hands of a fellow human being.
What terrifies me isn't the violence; Anyone who has two eyes can see that we are a violent species that is capable of some horrid nightmares.What terrifies me is the feeling of helplessness that those victims must feel before they meet their end. The absolute certainty that someone has the power to end your life, and is doing just that, and there is nothing you can do about it. The Horror of realizing that this one won't pass, that you won't live to see the morning, and that this person- if we can even call them that- sees you as nothing more than an insect that they can crush the life out of it by the heels of their shoes.
This is precisely why I didn't want to know the Story of Khaled Said, a 28 year old Alexandrian man, who got killed on the hands of two policemen a few days ago. And the story is equally disturbing and terrifying in its simplicity: He simply was sitting in a Cyber Cafe, when two policemen walked inside and demanded the ID's of everyone who was sitting there. When he refused to give it to them, they grabbed him, tied him up, dragged him out of the Cafe, took him to a nearby building where for 20 minutes they beat him to death, smashing his head on the handrail of the staircase, while he screamed and begged for his life, and as people around watched helplessly, knowing that if they did something, they would be accused of assaulting a police officer, which would pretty much guarantee them a similar fate. This went on for 20 minutes. Think about that. You are beaten to death, by those who swore to protect you, while the people in your neighborhood watched silently, and as your pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. 28. Not yet married. Still having the rest of your life ahead of you. No More.
After the police discovered he died, they took the dead body to the Police station, where the Police Officer ordered them to throw it back on the street and call an ambulance, in order not to be held responsibly for him. When his brother- who had the american citizenship- found out, he went and confronted the head of the Police in his neighborhood, who told him that the story isn't true, and that his brother was a known drug offender and that he died from asphyxiation, for swallowing a bag of drugs when the police caught him with it.
This is Khaled before the "Asphyxiation":
This is Khaled after his "Asphyxiation":
Amazing what Asphyxiation does to you these days, no?
When the story went out, and people saw the pictures, they were of course enraged. About a 1000 people gathered after the Friday prayers to protest in front of the police stations, and there are plans to do sit ins and demos this entire week, demanding that people take action, before they become the next Khaled. The Ministery of Interior swiftly responded, by stating that Khaled was a criminal and a womanizer and a drug dealer and responsible for 9/11, and that he died from Asphysxiation, and the picture is simply after his body was diagnosed by the Coroner. And that really, really, we should be glad that such a menace to society at large is not with us anymore.
And of course no one will get punished.
Egypt likes to refer to itself as the land of Security and Safety. Please note that we always put the word Security first. We like to think we are safe, that we are better than those evil western countries, where a woman is raped every 48 seconds or whatever, but we are not. We are not Safe. None of us is. Not n this country, not in this world. Any one of us could lose that spark of life at any minute, and the lucky ones get it quickly and painlessly. The unlucky ones suffer. The really unlucky ones end up like Khaled.
You think about Humanity, and where it is today, and you can't help feeling disgusted at us as species. We are brutal, evil and vile, and very quickly for congratulating ourselves on anything good we do, while we really don;t do that much and we know it. Anxiety is soaking up most people’s days. Everyone had becomepre-occupied with horror. Madness was fluttering everywhere.There are diagramsillustrating all these problems- circles and hexagons and squares. Most troublingwere the fleeting signs that nothing could transform any of this intosomething positive. You couldn’t help being both afraid and fascinated. Hearing about such incidents made you feel that the survival of mankinddidn’t seem very important on the long run. We were doomed. We deservedit.
When they finish those Colonies on the Moon, I will be on the first spaceship out of here. This planet is fucked!
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//travellerwithin.blogspot.com/
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//travellerwithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures%2Dand%2Dvideos%2Ddemonstration%2Dfor.html
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//www.youtube.com/user/TravellerWithin%23p/u
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//foreignpolicyanalysis.blogspot.com/2010/06/honte%2Dau%2Dministere%2Dde%2Dlinterieur_15.html
http://www.facebook.com/khaledkilled
http://wpop4.libero.it/cgi-bin/vlink.cgi?Id=9uc7syDFbLKwZ0DDe1Hv1eeWOciNYBRipWLwaRzBVGkWlbWoFOeQME3Qh97i7zes&Link=http%3A//www.masrawy.com/News/Cases/General/2010/june/11/police%2Dviolence.aspx
http://www.masrawy.com/News/Egypt/Politics/2010/june/11/khaled_sidigaber.aspx?ref=moreclip
http://globalvoicesonline.org/2010/06/15/egypt-my-name-was-khaled-and-i-was-not-a-terrorist/
by d.
giovedì 3 giugno 2010
PURO TEATRO
Romain Duris nel dramma Tutti i battiti del mio cuore
Puro Teatro
Igual que en un escenario
Igual que en un escenario
finges tu dolor barato
tu drama no es necesario
ya conozco ese teatro.
Fingiendo, que bien te queda el papel
Fingiendo, que bien te queda el papel
después de todo parece
que esa es tu forma de ser.
Yo confiaba ciegamente
Yo confiaba ciegamente
en la fiebre de tus besos
mentiste serenamente
y el telón cayo por eso.
Teatro, lo tuyo es puro teatro
Teatro, lo tuyo es puro teatro
falsedad bien ensayada
estudiado simulacro.
Fue tu mejor actuación
Fue tu mejor actuación
destrozar mi corazóny hoy que me lloras de veras
recuerdo tu simulacro.
Perdona que no te crea
Perdona que no te crea
me parece que es teatro.
(Hablado) Y acuerdate que segun tu punto de vista,
(Hablado) Y acuerdate que segun tu punto de vista,
yo soy la mala.
Teatro, lo tuyo es puro teatro
Teatro, lo tuyo es puro teatro
falsedad bien ensayada estudiado simulacro.
Fue tu mejor actuación
Fue tu mejor actuación
destrozar mi corazón
y hoy que me lloras de veras
recuerdo tu simulacro.
Perdona que no te creame parece que es teatro
Perdona que no te creame parece que es teatro
perdona que no te crealo tuyo es puro teatro.
(Autor: Tite Curet Alonso)(Canta: La Lupe)
Puro Teatro
Proprio come su una scena
fingi il tuo dolore a buon mercato
il tuo dramma non è necessario
lo conosco già questo teatro.
Fingere,
ti va a pennello questo ruolo
dopo tutto pare che questo
sia il tuo modo di essere.
Confidavo ciecamente
nella febbre dei tuoi baci
mentisti serenamente
e il sipario cadde per questo.
Teatro, il tuo è puro teatro falsità ben collaudata studiato simulacro.
E' stata la tua migliore recita
(Autor: Tite Curet Alonso)(Canta: La Lupe)
Puro Teatro
Proprio come su una scena
fingi il tuo dolore a buon mercato
il tuo dramma non è necessario
lo conosco già questo teatro.
Fingere,
ti va a pennello questo ruolo
dopo tutto pare che questo
sia il tuo modo di essere.
Confidavo ciecamente
nella febbre dei tuoi baci
mentisti serenamente
e il sipario cadde per questo.
Teatro, il tuo è puro teatro falsità ben collaudata studiato simulacro.
E' stata la tua migliore recita
strozzare il mio cuore
e oggi che mi rimpiangi per davvero
ricordo la tua pantomima.
Perdonami se non ti credo
Perdonami se non ti credo
mi pare che sia teatro.
(parlato) E ricordati che secondo il tuo punto di vista,io sono la cattiva.
Teatro, il tuo è puro teatro
(parlato) E ricordati che secondo il tuo punto di vista,io sono la cattiva.
Teatro, il tuo è puro teatro
falsità ben collaudata
studiato simulacro.
E' stata la tua migliore recita
E' stata la tua migliore recita
strozzare il mio cuore
e oggi che mi rimpiangi per davvero
ricordo la tua pantomima.
Perdonami se non ti credo
Perdonami se non ti credo
mi pare che sia teatro
perdonami se non ti credo
il tuo è puro teatro.
Testo di: Tite Curet Alonso
Testo di: Tite Curet Alonso
by d.
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