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Siamo nel 2011!!! Mi sapete dire dove sono finiti gli anni passati? Sono trascorsi senza che me ne accorgessi: il tempo passa, sfugge sotto i piedi, lascia i segni nel cuore, nell'animo e nel fisico, e, troppo spesso, non riusciamo a goderci i bei momenti perchè siamo sempre troppo indaffarati. Mi piacerebbe I could stop every now and enjoy a little 'more life, to avoid having to say "How can we in 2011 when I remember last year celebrated the 2000 ??!!".

Okay, we should welcome the new year with some sweets that I made just before Christmas: the cinnamon rolls

(in the holidays I always wanted cinnamon ...)

I was conquered by the Cinnabon when I was in London: these Rotoloni stuffed with cinnamon cream cheese frosting and covered with had left me open-mouthed ... is that I love cinnamon, so I have easily won.
A fortnight ago I went to Paris and tried the cinnamon rolls of Starbucks, but they were not even comparable to Cinnabon, so I returned home, I wanted to try them. I had previously always held back the fact that if they come good, I would have finished with all pap ... So it was still warm! I baked them at 11 noon and I had almost finished. Finally, to avoid eating all I have just brought a little 'to my mom, because my partner hates even the smell of cinnamon.

However, the recipe is really good, the dough is pretty soft. To lighten up a bit ', rather than doing the stuffing with cinnamon butter, I used the Philadelphia light ... I found it very good anyway, but if you prefer, Used butter.

In my implementation I have avoided for reasons of "save calories", the cover with the cheese icing.

The recipe I took from this blog and confirm its validity. I used the bread machine for kneading, certainly a nice convenience. However, one can also easily do the dough by hand. I leave also the ingredients for the icing, if you want to try it.

Ingredienti (ne escono circa 3 teglie: io ho fatte dei ropolini abbastanza bassi e di dimensioni medie, se preferite potete tagliarli più alti, proprio come gli originali).

IMPASTO (ho fatto qualche piccola modifica alla ricetta originale):

• 245 ml di latte tiepido
• 1 uovo medio leggermente sbattuto
• 2 cucchiaini di sale
• 100 gr di zucchero
• 65 gr di burro fuso
• 615 grams of flour
• 2 packets of dry yeast (such as "master baker")

For the filling:

• 180g of sugar cane
• 1 heaping tablespoon ground cinnamon
• 75 g butter at room temperature (according to me it is just for the amount of pasta) or 200 g Philadelphia Light

FOR THE GLAZE (optional):

• 85 grams of fresh cheese, like Philadelphia
• 55 g butter at room temperature
• 190 gr icing sugar
• a teaspoon of vanilla extract
• the tip of a teaspoon of salt

With the machine bread just put all the ingredients nel cestello, seguendo l’ordine fornito, ed azionare il ciclo impasto. Se non avete la macchina del pane impastate a mano gli ingredienti fino ad ottenere una pasta liscia, lasciarla lievitare coperta al caldo per mezz’oretta, impastarla nuovamente e lasciarla lievitare ancora un’ora.

Stendere l’impasto su carta da forno leggermente infarinata fino ad ottenere una sfoglia di mezzo centimetro circa. Spalmare la pasta con il burro morbido o con il Philadelphia, spolverizzare con lo zucchero di canna mescolato alla cannella ed arrotolare dal lato piu lungo (io ho tagliato a metà per fare dei rotolini più piccoli, vedete voi come preferite).

Arrange the rolls on baking sheet covered with parchment paper (if you are a bit 'baggy cut them ... put them back in round). Let rise about half an hour and then bake at 200 degrees for about 15 minutes if they are small like mine or if you have them made taller and wider. A word of advice: do not let them overcook, they just need to start to brown, so they remain soft beautiful.

If you want to do even the frosting: Working with an electric mixer all the ingredients until the mixture is soft and creamy. Remove from oven and sprinkle the rolls with icing when still warm. Should be served immediately, still warm, but I guess you can also heat up later.

I, avoiding the problem of the frosting, I had no problems with "conservation" and I've even eaten cold.

HAPPY 2011 TO ALL!

Buy A Printable Bonefish Grill Coupon

Siamo nel 2011!!! Mi sapete dire dove sono finiti gli anni passati? Sono trascorsi senza che me ne accorgessi: il tempo passa, sfugge sotto i piedi, lascia i segni nel cuore, nell'animo e nel fisico, e, troppo spesso, non riusciamo a goderci i bei momenti perchè siamo sempre troppo indaffarati. Mi piacerebbe I could stop every now and enjoy a little 'more life, to avoid having to say "How can we in 2011 when I remember last year celebrated the 2000 ??!!".

Okay, we should welcome the new year with some sweets that I made just before Christmas: the cinnamon rolls

(in the holidays I always wanted cinnamon ...)

I was conquered by the Cinnabon when I was in London: these Rotoloni stuffed with cinnamon cream cheese frosting and covered with had left me open-mouthed ... is that I love cinnamon, so I have easily won.
A fortnight ago I went to Paris and tried the cinnamon rolls of Starbucks, but they were not even comparable to Cinnabon, so I returned home, I wanted to try them. I had previously always held back the fact that if they come good, I would have finished with all pap ... So it was still warm! I baked them at 11 noon and I had almost finished. Finally, to avoid eating all I have just brought a little 'to my mom, because my partner hates even the smell of cinnamon.

However, the recipe is really good, the dough is pretty soft. To lighten up a bit ', rather than doing the stuffing with cinnamon butter, I used the Philadelphia light ... I found it very good anyway, but if you prefer, Used butter.

In my implementation I have avoided for reasons of "save calories", the cover with the cheese icing.

The recipe I took from this blog and confirm its validity. I used the bread machine for kneading, certainly a nice convenience. However, one can also easily do the dough by hand. I leave also the ingredients for the icing, if you want to try it.

Ingredienti (ne escono circa 3 teglie: io ho fatte dei ropolini abbastanza bassi e di dimensioni medie, se preferite potete tagliarli più alti, proprio come gli originali).

IMPASTO (ho fatto qualche piccola modifica alla ricetta originale):

• 245 ml di latte tiepido
• 1 uovo medio leggermente sbattuto
• 2 cucchiaini di sale
• 100 gr di zucchero
• 65 gr di burro fuso
• 615 grams of flour
• 2 packets of dry yeast (such as "master baker")

For the filling:

• 180g of sugar cane
• 1 heaping tablespoon ground cinnamon
• 75 g butter at room temperature (according to me it is just for the amount of pasta) or 200 g Philadelphia Light

FOR THE GLAZE (optional):

• 85 grams of fresh cheese, like Philadelphia
• 55 g butter at room temperature
• 190 gr icing sugar
• a teaspoon of vanilla extract
• the tip of a teaspoon of salt

With the machine bread just put all the ingredients nel cestello, seguendo l’ordine fornito, ed azionare il ciclo impasto. Se non avete la macchina del pane impastate a mano gli ingredienti fino ad ottenere una pasta liscia, lasciarla lievitare coperta al caldo per mezz’oretta, impastarla nuovamente e lasciarla lievitare ancora un’ora.

Stendere l’impasto su carta da forno leggermente infarinata fino ad ottenere una sfoglia di mezzo centimetro circa. Spalmare la pasta con il burro morbido o con il Philadelphia, spolverizzare con lo zucchero di canna mescolato alla cannella ed arrotolare dal lato piu lungo (io ho tagliato a metà per fare dei rotolini più piccoli, vedete voi come preferite).

Arrange the rolls on baking sheet covered with parchment paper (if you are a bit 'baggy cut them ... put them back in round). Let rise about half an hour and then bake at 200 degrees for about 15 minutes if they are small like mine or if you have them made taller and wider. A word of advice: do not let them overcook, they just need to start to brown, so they remain soft beautiful.

If you want to do even the frosting: Working with an electric mixer all the ingredients until the mixture is soft and creamy. Remove from oven and sprinkle the rolls with icing when still warm. Should be served immediately, still warm, but I guess you can also heat up later.

I, avoiding the problem of the frosting, I had no problems with "conservation" and I've even eaten cold.

HAPPY 2011 TO ALL!

Laser Diagram Sailboat

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Sono sempre stato, già da piccolo, abbastanza schivo su cerimonie e ricorrenze. Salvo ritrovarmi puntualmente avvolto dal calore familiare in occasione di Festività come il Natale. Avendo già ricevuto degli auguri su questo blog, un minimo di cortesia mi impone di rispondere in qualche modo. E' quello che cerco qui di fare, ma mi si perdoni il fatto di essere, in linea con quanto prima affermato, alquanto irrituale. Ricordo begli episodi trascorsi, ma un po' l'intimità di cui sono intessuti, un po' la presente improvvisazione mi fanno rinviare ad altri momenti eventuali fugaci cenni. In verità, aveva fatto qualche pensierino tipo "Accadde a Capodanno". Mi accingo, dunque, come si diceva una volta nelle redazioni dei giornali, a rifare la pagina. E come viene viene.

Tanto per cominciare pensavo di avere agevolmente a disposizione una curiosa foto, che invece non ho mai passato allo scanner, foto scattata a Natale, ad un Natale di tanti anni fa, da mio padre. Curiosa perché siamo tutti ripresi noi tre fratelli insieme allo zio materno a Nervia, davanti alla nostra casa di allora, con la testa bassa, infastiditi da quel sole that even in winter on the Riviera is not denied. Tomorrow I will ask my father if he remembers doing it on purpose or if it had strangely (for him, good amateur photographer!) The anticipated release of the legendary Net for us, which to me relates to goggled unskilled youth.

But seriously, to complete informal greetings, I will still only two episodes in some way related, occurred at some New Year's Eve in Cap Martin (Menton and Monaco in the Principality).

Cap Martin, The Pirate

If not many days ago, I did not go over there to take other photographs, at least the first episode I'd forgotten it still does not know how. I do not know the current situation, but in those columns still corresponded thirty years ago a local famous, "The Pirate", famous for attending, as is often reported from the usual magazines, even by Hollywood stars. At the first of January (the good wishes them to us we were made in Italy) insisted on someone to stop in that year, saying that they would accept us and there were plucked alive. And so indeed it was, only to myself, then had a strange passion for Irish Coffee, was told that the strana bevanda lì non c'era. Ho chiesto conferma dell'episodio un attimo fa.

Cap Martin, una strada interna

Ma la nottata doveva concludersi a Montecarlo, dove del resto non ci fu possibile, dato il grande affollamento, giocare come preventivato alle slot-machines, allora in Italia ancora sconosciute. Ormai che si era da quelle parti, si volle passare per le caratteristiche strade interne del promontorio, probabilmente proprio quella della fotografia qui sopra. Ad una curva come quella laggiù in fondo mi trovai, io che guidavo, una vettura che, sbandando, mi si parò all'improvviso opposite: I still do not know how to avoid confrontation is to send it to slam my car into one of those trees there, as you can see, very well stick out. My brother, who was at my side, after having made a dutiful lecture at that tipsy French, who at least had stopped, perhaps now suddenly sober, I asked several times, taken the tour, as if to see whether there I could still drive as if I were able to avoid this impact is now secure. Wives and rest of the company, which followed on the back, they had quite a while 'to breathe normally again.

Greetings to all! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!

Laser Diagram Sailboat

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Sono sempre stato, già da piccolo, abbastanza schivo su cerimonie e ricorrenze. Salvo ritrovarmi puntualmente avvolto dal calore familiare in occasione di Festività come il Natale. Avendo già ricevuto degli auguri su questo blog, un minimo di cortesia mi impone di rispondere in qualche modo. E' quello che cerco qui di fare, ma mi si perdoni il fatto di essere, in linea con quanto prima affermato, alquanto irrituale. Ricordo begli episodi trascorsi, ma un po' l'intimità di cui sono intessuti, un po' la presente improvvisazione mi fanno rinviare ad altri momenti eventuali fugaci cenni. In verità, aveva fatto qualche pensierino tipo "Accadde a Capodanno". Mi accingo, dunque, come si diceva una volta nelle redazioni dei giornali, a rifare la pagina. E come viene viene.

Tanto per cominciare pensavo di avere agevolmente a disposizione una curiosa foto, che invece non ho mai passato allo scanner, foto scattata a Natale, ad un Natale di tanti anni fa, da mio padre. Curiosa perché siamo tutti ripresi noi tre fratelli insieme allo zio materno a Nervia, davanti alla nostra casa di allora, con la testa bassa, infastiditi da quel sole that even in winter on the Riviera is not denied. Tomorrow I will ask my father if he remembers doing it on purpose or if it had strangely (for him, good amateur photographer!) The anticipated release of the legendary Net for us, which to me relates to goggled unskilled youth.

But seriously, to complete informal greetings, I will still only two episodes in some way related, occurred at some New Year's Eve in Cap Martin (Menton and Monaco in the Principality).

Cap Martin, The Pirate

If not many days ago, I did not go over there to take other photographs, at least the first episode I'd forgotten it still does not know how. I do not know the current situation, but in those columns still corresponded thirty years ago a local famous, "The Pirate", famous for attending, as is often reported from the usual magazines, even by Hollywood stars. At the first of January (the good wishes them to us we were made in Italy) insisted on someone to stop in that year, saying that they would accept us and there were plucked alive. And so indeed it was, only to myself, then had a strange passion for Irish Coffee, was told that the strana bevanda lì non c'era. Ho chiesto conferma dell'episodio un attimo fa.

Cap Martin, una strada interna

Ma la nottata doveva concludersi a Montecarlo, dove del resto non ci fu possibile, dato il grande affollamento, giocare come preventivato alle slot-machines, allora in Italia ancora sconosciute. Ormai che si era da quelle parti, si volle passare per le caratteristiche strade interne del promontorio, probabilmente proprio quella della fotografia qui sopra. Ad una curva come quella laggiù in fondo mi trovai, io che guidavo, una vettura che, sbandando, mi si parò all'improvviso opposite: I still do not know how to avoid confrontation is to send it to slam my car into one of those trees there, as you can see, very well stick out. My brother, who was at my side, after having made a dutiful lecture at that tipsy French, who at least had stopped, perhaps now suddenly sober, I asked several times, taken the tour, as if to see whether there I could still drive as if I were able to avoid this impact is now secure. Wives and rest of the company, which followed on the back, they had quite a while 'to breathe normally again.

Greetings to all! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!

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Around Parma

My surname comes from scattered houses on hills not far from Fornovo Taro, in the province of Parma. The paternal grandmother's family had roots in the town of Medesano, because of what it is. In short, those parts of my ancestors were there for centuries: some interesting history, perhaps I remember it still. There is also a remarkable similarity between our first and last name of that hamlet, which curiously coincides with that of a suburb of Naples: Miano. And Uncle Cap d'Ail (actually it was my grandmother's cousin!), The which I have already mentioned other times, it was Bernini's last name, as the great artist of the Baroque, from Campania, as you know. Coincidence, of course, but sufficient to allow some simple jest!

The first time, little boy, I went over there I was pleased to find that their uncle on vacation there, which made regular reference to the here and across the border with France.
Another person at that time I began to know better, as the first popular only in Milan, where he worked as a taxi driver, a brother of his grandmother, whose form is jovial and generous to me it is becoming clearer with each passing year . That fu mio cicerone per farmi conoscere lontani parenti soprattutto dal lato Maini e tanti posti, nonché autista praticamente personale, così come faceva volentieri, specie poi una volta in pensione, per tutti noi. Storie di emigrazione, dunque, e ce ne sono state tante altre in quelle famiglie. Ma in genere, a diversità dalle condizioni tratteggiate in "Novecento" di Bertolucci, la ricerca di lavoro altrove derivava dallo spezzettamento di poderi causato dagli incrementi di prole, ancora diffusi tra Ottocento e Novecento. Ho conosciuto dunque tanti prozii, con relativi cugini per me di secondo grado, all'insegna di un ritrovarsi sempre casuale e gioioso.

Indubbiamente film come "Novecento", cui ho appena fatto cenno, ma ancor più "Questa specie di amore" di Bevilacqua, alla loro uscita mi fecero d'improvviso ripensare con intensità a queste mie origini che ormai, preso dal mio pieno ingresso nell'età adulta, stavo discretamente trascurando. Questi film, non altri, non altre opere letterarie, per diverse motivazioni, alcune proprio d'impatto con una mia personale rivisitazione della nostra saga familiare: da cui adesso estrapolo tuttavia solo il forte messaggio sociale, democratico ed antifascista contenuto in quelle pellicole, perché mi sembra di forte, stringente, amara attualità.

In fact, in all honesty, even now if I happen to think of those lands are naturally reminded me of the curious things, minimal. There are so many, so I will confine myself to a few examples. Sgambati long bike up to Parma, which I forgot when I talked about cycling, even more interesting because I saw for the first time (imagine how many years have passed!) Of bicycle paths, all on the sidelines of the Via Emilia. Castelli, many castles, all well preserved. The fog in mid-morning, arriving by train from Milan. September, a lovely September in the lands, the colors of nature and the warmth of the air.

In separate boxes for different reasons, I put two more memories, more clear, connected to that my first visit. At the time, especially down at the Taro, there were vast expanses of tomatoes, a sign of that wealth, I was told, after the war finally came forward so widespread. And then I was impressed the explorer Bottego monument in front of the station of Parma, of which my father made me a comprehensive explanation on the occasion: a memory left in mind, perhaps because they are interested in stories like "Heart of Darkness "Conrad and other so-called explorers, who, indeed, they took me away now if only you mentioned. Except that I recently learned that the statue lies, because the long redesign of the airport passengers, some in stock. But I learned why - the combination of life! - I was told in telephone conversation by a blogger of Parma, as it happens my childhood friend in Ventimiglia, with whom I took a few months ago, the contacts through the streets of an inscrutable socialnetwork that is the most popular. This friend of mine has also talked about recent archaeological discoveries, hoping they know as soon as something more than an inverter in the light of the intriguing ancient story of Parma.

Yeah. Parma city. Of course, l'incomparabile bellezza di Battistero e Duomo, la Pilotta, Palazzo Ducale, tanti altri monumenti, la storia, l'arte, il Parmigianino, la letteratura, nella letteratura: io mi limito a citare solo quello che un po' ho conosciuto. Tanto é stato scritto, ma tanto sarebbe, come mi auguro venga fatto, ancora da scrivere.

La mia é solo, come sempre, una storia un po' così. Con una differenza. Che questa volta questa storia - prendo abusivamente a prestito una frase abbastanza nota in questo periodo - é solo un'anteprima!

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Around Parma

My surname comes from scattered houses on hills not far from Fornovo Taro, in the province of Parma. The paternal grandmother's family had roots in the town of Medesano, because of what it is. In short, those parts of my ancestors were there for centuries: some interesting history, perhaps I remember it still. There is also a remarkable similarity between our first and last name of that hamlet, which curiously coincides with that of a suburb of Naples: Miano. And Uncle Cap d'Ail (actually it was my grandmother's cousin!), The which I have already mentioned other times, it was Bernini's last name, as the great artist of the Baroque, from Campania, as you know. Coincidence, of course, but sufficient to allow some simple jest!

The first time, little boy, I went over there I was pleased to find that their uncle on vacation there, which made regular reference to the here and across the border with France.
Another person at that time I began to know better, as the first popular only in Milan, where he worked as a taxi driver, a brother of his grandmother, whose form is jovial and generous to me it is becoming clearer with each passing year . That fu mio cicerone per farmi conoscere lontani parenti soprattutto dal lato Maini e tanti posti, nonché autista praticamente personale, così come faceva volentieri, specie poi una volta in pensione, per tutti noi. Storie di emigrazione, dunque, e ce ne sono state tante altre in quelle famiglie. Ma in genere, a diversità dalle condizioni tratteggiate in "Novecento" di Bertolucci, la ricerca di lavoro altrove derivava dallo spezzettamento di poderi causato dagli incrementi di prole, ancora diffusi tra Ottocento e Novecento. Ho conosciuto dunque tanti prozii, con relativi cugini per me di secondo grado, all'insegna di un ritrovarsi sempre casuale e gioioso.

Indubbiamente film come "Novecento", cui ho appena fatto cenno, ma ancor più "Questa specie di amore" di Bevilacqua, alla loro uscita mi fecero d'improvviso ripensare con intensità a queste mie origini che ormai, preso dal mio pieno ingresso nell'età adulta, stavo discretamente trascurando. Questi film, non altri, non altre opere letterarie, per diverse motivazioni, alcune proprio d'impatto con una mia personale rivisitazione della nostra saga familiare: da cui adesso estrapolo tuttavia solo il forte messaggio sociale, democratico ed antifascista contenuto in quelle pellicole, perché mi sembra di forte, stringente, amara attualità.

In fact, in all honesty, even now if I happen to think of those lands are naturally reminded me of the curious things, minimal. There are so many, so I will confine myself to a few examples. Sgambati long bike up to Parma, which I forgot when I talked about cycling, even more interesting because I saw for the first time (imagine how many years have passed!) Of bicycle paths, all on the sidelines of the Via Emilia. Castelli, many castles, all well preserved. The fog in mid-morning, arriving by train from Milan. September, a lovely September in the lands, the colors of nature and the warmth of the air.

In separate boxes for different reasons, I put two more memories, more clear, connected to that my first visit. At the time, especially down at the Taro, there were vast expanses of tomatoes, a sign of that wealth, I was told, after the war finally came forward so widespread. And then I was impressed the explorer Bottego monument in front of the station of Parma, of which my father made me a comprehensive explanation on the occasion: a memory left in mind, perhaps because they are interested in stories like "Heart of Darkness "Conrad and other so-called explorers, who, indeed, they took me away now if only you mentioned. Except that I recently learned that the statue lies, because the long redesign of the airport passengers, some in stock. But I learned why - the combination of life! - I was told in telephone conversation by a blogger of Parma, as it happens my childhood friend in Ventimiglia, with whom I took a few months ago, the contacts through the streets of an inscrutable socialnetwork that is the most popular. This friend of mine has also talked about recent archaeological discoveries, hoping they know as soon as something more than an inverter in the light of the intriguing ancient story of Parma.

Yeah. Parma city. Of course, l'incomparabile bellezza di Battistero e Duomo, la Pilotta, Palazzo Ducale, tanti altri monumenti, la storia, l'arte, il Parmigianino, la letteratura, nella letteratura: io mi limito a citare solo quello che un po' ho conosciuto. Tanto é stato scritto, ma tanto sarebbe, come mi auguro venga fatto, ancora da scrivere.

La mia é solo, come sempre, una storia un po' così. Con una differenza. Che questa volta questa storia - prendo abusivamente a prestito una frase abbastanza nota in questo periodo - é solo un'anteprima!

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Tonight Annozero

Poco fa ad Annozero il giornalista de "Il giornale" ha sostenuto che ci vuole mercato and flexibility. But it is not twenty years ago in Italy and market flexibility? Why is unemployment increases, then?

And again. Precise documentation of the crew of Annozero the violence of December 14 in Rome. And sacrosanct right to condemn the acts of hooliganism. God forbid.

But there is an image that turns me in mind of about 21 tonight. Five financial police baton that a young man lying on the ground. An agent passes on the head. It is not the first time it happens like a nasty business. I do not think, to put it mildly, that it was to enforce the law.

This Our country is ever more ominously to look like '60s America. Can we stop the barbarism thrives everywhere?

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Tonight Annozero

Poco fa ad Annozero il giornalista de "Il giornale" ha sostenuto che ci vuole mercato and flexibility. But it is not twenty years ago in Italy and market flexibility? Why is unemployment increases, then?

And again. Precise documentation of the crew of Annozero the violence of December 14 in Rome. And sacrosanct right to condemn the acts of hooliganism. God forbid.

But there is an image that turns me in mind of about 21 tonight. Five financial police baton that a young man lying on the ground. An agent passes on the head. It is not the first time it happens like a nasty business. I do not think, to put it mildly, that it was to enforce the law.

This Our country is ever more ominously to look like '60s America. Can we stop the barbarism thrives everywhere?

How To But A Floor In A Aluminum Boat

December 12, 1969

December 12, 1969. The massacre remains unpunished in Piazza Fontana in Milan. The Leviathan, which until then had acted more or less in the shadows, suddenly showed his bloody and satanic grin. Official sources at once gave to blame anarchists. The state television that was still wanders around and pontificates the well-paid TV commentator who gave the infamous news with undisguised satisfaction.

followed bombings and other killings. With no result the criminal law, except sometimes for players of the second floor. You wanted to frighten the public to help curb the authoritarian political and trade union demands: stop the progress of the country. Not so for the civil, composed, constant reaction mass, accompanied also by the edge of counter excesses, however, does establish the historical truth to huge levels. And remember like yesterday the degree of democratic mobilization dall'eccidio been taken a few hours in Milan.

is not a paradox, however, on closer inspection that the reactionary forces are taking revenge for years on those 70's devious methods and subtle theme of great contemporary social and political debate.

There are now accredited rational, although not well known, theories can explain the continuous underground workings of the hidden powers who wish to undermine the Republic has always been, certainly initially with the support services American intelligence.

My humble opinion is that it is once more a priority to help spread this awareness even minimal, if not to help thwart new plots and subversive to the rule of law designed to root deeply in our Constitution, at least to honor, while probable lack of truth in the judicial official, in the consciousness of a large cohesive collective popular memory of dozens of innocent victims.

How To But A Floor In A Aluminum Boat

December 12, 1969

December 12, 1969. The massacre remains unpunished in Piazza Fontana in Milan. The Leviathan, which until then had acted more or less in the shadows, suddenly showed his bloody and satanic grin. Official sources at once gave to blame anarchists. The state television that was still wanders around and pontificates the well-paid TV commentator who gave the infamous news with undisguised satisfaction.

followed bombings and other killings. With no result the criminal law, except sometimes for players of the second floor. You wanted to frighten the public to help curb the authoritarian political and trade union demands: stop the progress of the country. Not so for the civil, composed, constant reaction mass, accompanied also by the edge of counter excesses, however, does establish the historical truth to huge levels. And remember like yesterday the degree of democratic mobilization dall'eccidio been taken a few hours in Milan.

is not a paradox, however, on closer inspection that the reactionary forces are taking revenge for years on those 70's devious methods and subtle theme of great contemporary social and political debate.

There are now accredited rational, although not well known, theories can explain the continuous underground workings of the hidden powers who wish to undermine the Republic has always been, certainly initially with the support services American intelligence.

My humble opinion is that it is once more a priority to help spread this awareness even minimal, if not to help thwart new plots and subversive to the rule of law designed to root deeply in our Constitution, at least to honor, while probable lack of truth in the judicial official, in the consciousness of a large cohesive collective popular memory of dozens of innocent victims.

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Bologna for me

Watching from the hill of St. Luke the beautiful scenery all around and suddenly felt a strange weight in the pocket of his jacket: the key to hotel room equipped with a powerful charm of leather, from that moment on auspicious unusual souvenir of the honeymoon.

few days earlier in San Petronio see the wonder in amazement imperishable track on that floor of the important experiment carried out with a sundial from fellow Cassini (his native Perinaldo and pleasant hill of Western Liguria, as I said, not far from the sea). Yes, because I only knew at the time of the great astronomer, as narrated in that village, its scientific services at the court of Louis XIV The spacecraft dedicated to him, the observatory is now considerable of his village, so many insights were still come.

Piazza Maggiore a few years earlier seemed to feel good smell of wax in the air, but maybe it was just the suggestion causatami from the magnificent drama that by the fifth principle also Palace Re Enzo, continuing to the Basilica, Palazzo d'Accursio ends. And the improvised Crocchi of people arguing civilians, mostly about politics, I've seen them before, perhaps someone will hand over to the page written statement in largely impoverished noble usages.

More recently an improvised with return from Milan, is certainly not alone, with many ironic smiles around me in front of that hotel, the rest quite famous. It was a Sunday, but you could only see people around me seemed apathetic. Perhaps false impression and passing, because everything taken from the discovery of new monuments not previously visited.

Should I go to see something of Etruscan memories, but also Roman, all very dear to me. Bologna And the water, almost all indoor ducted, details of which I asked, as I discovered not long ago in a few pages of great Italian noir, a genre now attached to the city. And in the air to find something that old spirit that I was told, still lingers. Because, like other cities, an opportunity to revive memories with careful discussion papers and I do not miss ever.

I briefly met at the Mayor Dozza Bordighera, now old and sick, so that made the liberation of the insurgency ahead of the rest of Italy which was the protagonist for his Bologna contributed significantly to design both the preservation of the historic center surrounding the harmonious implementation of parts and modern infrastructure, becoming a myth living of its citizens.

But Bologna was affected by the massacres dell'Italicus and August 2, 1980 Station: impossible to forget!

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Bologna for me

Watching from the hill of St. Luke the beautiful scenery all around and suddenly felt a strange weight in the pocket of his jacket: the key to hotel room equipped with a powerful charm of leather, from that moment on auspicious unusual souvenir of the honeymoon.

few days earlier in San Petronio see the wonder in amazement imperishable track on that floor of the important experiment carried out with a sundial from fellow Cassini (his native Perinaldo and pleasant hill of Western Liguria, as I said, not far from the sea). Yes, because I only knew at the time of the great astronomer, as narrated in that village, its scientific services at the court of Louis XIV The spacecraft dedicated to him, the observatory is now considerable of his village, so many insights were still come.

Piazza Maggiore a few years earlier seemed to feel good smell of wax in the air, but maybe it was just the suggestion causatami from the magnificent drama that by the fifth principle also Palace Re Enzo, continuing to the Basilica, Palazzo d'Accursio ends. And the improvised Crocchi of people arguing civilians, mostly about politics, I've seen them before, perhaps someone will hand over to the page written statement in largely impoverished noble usages.

More recently an improvised with return from Milan, is certainly not alone, with many ironic smiles around me in front of that hotel, the rest quite famous. It was a Sunday, but you could only see people around me seemed apathetic. Perhaps false impression and passing, because everything taken from the discovery of new monuments not previously visited.

Should I go to see something of Etruscan memories, but also Roman, all very dear to me. Bologna And the water, almost all indoor ducted, details of which I asked, as I discovered not long ago in a few pages of great Italian noir, a genre now attached to the city. And in the air to find something that old spirit that I was told, still lingers. Because, like other cities, an opportunity to revive memories with careful discussion papers and I do not miss ever.

I briefly met at the Mayor Dozza Bordighera, now old and sick, so that made the liberation of the insurgency ahead of the rest of Italy which was the protagonist for his Bologna contributed significantly to design both the preservation of the historic center surrounding the harmonious implementation of parts and modern infrastructure, becoming a myth living of its citizens.

But Bologna was affected by the massacres dell'Italicus and August 2, 1980 Station: impossible to forget!

How Do You Wax Your Vagaina

The Italian occupation of the south-eastern France

Public willingly for reasons cultural and civil rights, I think, obvious to my readers, the poster on this important conference, also edited by his friend Joseph Mac Fiorucci, which is responsible for the collection of "Stories of Resistance Intemelia.

How Do You Wax Your Vagaina

The Italian occupation of the south-eastern France

Public willingly for reasons cultural and civil rights, I think, obvious to my readers, the poster on this important conference, also edited by his friend Joseph Mac Fiorucci, which is responsible for the collection of "Stories of Resistance Intemelia.

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Arrivederci, Roma!

The snow on the Alban Hills in March 1971 to the delight of many young Romans who had not ever seen. I do not remember, or other acquaintances, whom I interviewed pointed out, if that time had dropped even further down, the Eternal City.

E 'indescribable emphasize what it is like visiting the Fosse Ardeatine, if not a confused sense of being young in the presence of the shadows of the History of Righteous!

In Rome, do so many meetings. I would remind the noble and beautiful face a serious stand in the rain in the crowd. Vittorio Gassman to the anti-fascist demonstration of 300,000 in November, again in 1971.

Almost a gag. The colleague, who without asking anything while I was a bit 'aware, be informed in the early spring night a passerby about the Trevi Fountain, except to notice (on this, however, I was out!) A moment later that he was a famous actor . Directions vague response. That was around the corner, practically!

Walk, walk a lot. Not only at events. Moreover, to make the case for tourists you can not act otherwise. Other colleagues, in this very post-wandering Lucan, telling me that I knew well the history and monuments. From there, perhaps, intense personal review and study of many past and chronicles of many recent guides. But, the more you know, the more we realize they know little!

In Trastevere houses towered almost reminiscent of those in the interior villages of Liguria. And public places where patrons discussing nicely, but so colorful, perhaps providing inspiration to many artists who are all the rage.

If it rains in Rome, things are done right. Memoirs of lucky escapes in a taxi under the fury of the elements.

remedied last call da amici appena conosciuti, che a loro volta a loro tempo frequentavano persona già con ruolo pubblico delle nostre parti: cena con verdura fresca dell'estate nelle riattate scuderie della Villa sul Gianicolo, già teatro degli scontri del 1849 a difesa della Repubblica Romana. Il mondo é piccolo: a tavola altro nuovo contatto che rimanda ad un'importante storia familiare di antimafia e a neglette (da quel commensale) vacanze adolescenziali in quel di Perinaldo, ermo ed ameno colle con piena vista sul Mar Ligure, non discosto da Bordighera e Ventimiglia.

Angoli inediti, non molto noti di Roma. Come non può essere, dati il peso della Storia e la vastità fisica. Ma su questi aspetti ha, ad esempio, Corrado Augias penned many fine lines.

A small, my affectionate thoughts, in short, nothing more, because this city, I think, you will never stop writing, as she never ceases to amaze us.

Vemmax Nfa-01a Driver

Arrivederci, Roma!

The snow on the Alban Hills in March 1971 to the delight of many young Romans who had not ever seen. I do not remember, or other acquaintances, whom I interviewed pointed out, if that time had dropped even further down, the Eternal City.

E 'indescribable emphasize what it is like visiting the Fosse Ardeatine, if not a confused sense of being young in the presence of the shadows of the History of Righteous!

In Rome, do so many meetings. I would remind the noble and beautiful face a serious stand in the rain in the crowd. Vittorio Gassman to the anti-fascist demonstration of 300,000 in November, again in 1971.

Almost a gag. The colleague, who without asking anything while I was a bit 'aware, be informed in the early spring night a passerby about the Trevi Fountain, except to notice (on this, however, I was out!) A moment later that he was a famous actor . Directions vague response. That was around the corner, practically!

Walk, walk a lot. Not only at events. Moreover, to make the case for tourists you can not act otherwise. Other colleagues, in this very post-wandering Lucan, telling me that I knew well the history and monuments. From there, perhaps, intense personal review and study of many past and chronicles of many recent guides. But, the more you know, the more we realize they know little!

In Trastevere houses towered almost reminiscent of those in the interior villages of Liguria. And public places where patrons discussing nicely, but so colorful, perhaps providing inspiration to many artists who are all the rage.

If it rains in Rome, things are done right. Memoirs of lucky escapes in a taxi under the fury of the elements.

remedied last call da amici appena conosciuti, che a loro volta a loro tempo frequentavano persona già con ruolo pubblico delle nostre parti: cena con verdura fresca dell'estate nelle riattate scuderie della Villa sul Gianicolo, già teatro degli scontri del 1849 a difesa della Repubblica Romana. Il mondo é piccolo: a tavola altro nuovo contatto che rimanda ad un'importante storia familiare di antimafia e a neglette (da quel commensale) vacanze adolescenziali in quel di Perinaldo, ermo ed ameno colle con piena vista sul Mar Ligure, non discosto da Bordighera e Ventimiglia.

Angoli inediti, non molto noti di Roma. Come non può essere, dati il peso della Storia e la vastità fisica. Ma su questi aspetti ha, ad esempio, Corrado Augias penned many fine lines.

A small, my affectionate thoughts, in short, nothing more, because this city, I think, you will never stop writing, as she never ceases to amaze us.