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a working day like many others, spent the morning in the office, then home for lunch Jesuits where I go every now and then, after lunch I stopped working in the office of Father Bertrand, with whom I'm collaborating on this project from good scout that he calls a "wonderful adventure". While I was engrossed in work enters the office a young Jesuit Father Zef Albanian, very nice and polite. He says: "I'm going home, will you come? "" And where do I sleep? "," For me, "he says: Do not think twice and say yes, if there's one thing I love is seeing new places and the best thing to know a place is to go with someone who was born and raised there. Parto so, with what I'm wearing, it is being away twenty-four hours I can wash my return to good, from good scout I do find ready. We leave that almost sunset, the road is not great but often interrupted because of work, while traveling north understand that we are not going right in Scutari, but that Zef is originally from a place nearby, I've seen some 'not so Scutari I'm sorry about the idea of a completely new place. We arrived after dark at Vaudejes, so says the sign but I have heard and seen in writing at least three different ways. However Vaudejes Lac is a village that has expanded in recent years to become one municipality. As soon as we get home I sit with Zef and his parents to chat a bit '. Do not you understand that much, but with the translations of Zef I can guess what it speaks. We got up to prepare something to eat, even I do to do, I do not like sitting around doing nothing. Unfortunately, a sudden bereavement of a relative a bit upset 'plans for the evening. They go to visit relatives, while I take this opportunity to make a little 'alone through the center of the village. There a strange atmosphere at nine o'clock already there is nobody on the street, are open only two or three bars and an internet point. It 's weird how in a village desert at night and opened an Internet point. I returned from visiting relatives to pick up and go to sleep. The next morning we leave early to make any commission, the village has magically populated opening of shops, restaurants, fruit stands, fishmongers, guys who go to school, people doing the shopping. The thing that strikes me and makes me smile are the animals that run alone and undisturbed in the streets of the village, cows, pigs, chickens and anything else with normal pedestrian walking on the sidewalk, stopping from time to time to eat a little 'grass or garbage. Finite commissions Father Zef takes me to see the artificial lake, which is very good despite the high voltage pylons and the hydroelectric plant that clash a bit 'with a landscape for the most part untouched. He tells me that her family lived in a house that was flooded when the dam was built, and how they had to move and build a new home. As he goes to the funeral I make a walk to the dam. There was an old woman who came from far away pieces of wood he had gathered, a tunneling machine goes on the road and started to play the old woman, how to tell her to move while I think 'I look stupid ", but as soon as the lady turns around, he nods place the wood inside the arm of the digger and invited her to climb into the van of his colleague who is behind him, a very funny scene, as much as I attended the scene shortly after, a cow was grazing, obviously in the middle of the garbage, approaches a dog and begin to sniff each other, after a while, 'the cow starts licking the dog, doing a thorough cleaning of the hair, ten minutes to complete a toilet! After some 'joined the party two pigs that they also begin to rummage in the trash, then the dog in gratitude hunting the two pigs biting its tail to leave the field open to the cow. Of course I have kept entertained the whole scene! Before lunch father Zef leads me to see the house where he grew up and now the parents have abandoned because of too much care it requires, is very nice, little cozy, but with a beautiful garden. A large vineyard and fruit trees everywhere. We collect a bit of khaki for lunch. After a quick meal, I prepare a turkish coffee I salute the parents of Zef, just back from lunch with the family and head. Two hours and we are in Tirana! I'm going home destroyed but happy with the beautiful places I've seen and have added another piece to the knowledge of Albanian reality and that he was ready to seize this opportunity.

"Carpe diem"

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Here I am Here, as usual, late at night to write my own delusions (you spell that? boh)!

Tonight was the day of the championship, I was with some friends and we decided to go to bet on matches, I did every now and then in Italy, is a game that I enjoy, you choose the games and decide who wins, with a few Euros you can win a bit ', certainly not an exorbitant amount but is always nice, everything is in danger, are the most difficult part is you can win. Of course as usual I did not miss an apt, but that does not matter.

The trip back home I do now always alone in the car, I'm ten kilometers and then not much, but enough to bloom in my insane reflections. So insane to me then and those who are reading here.

Obviously the subject of my discussion tonight are the bets and how life is a gamble! In fact, it is true that in life, the more risk you run and the more you win, the more you put into play and

more can you hope to get satisfaction! But my mind is not happy with this answer is going to think about how the choices made before betting conditional on the outcome of the game. You have to think, choose, what is the strongest team, variables, analyze all possibilities, and then finally decide, and the choice is, you can not go back, now is the chance to decide for yourself, of course is as important as you were good at playing but stamped the ticket as they say "les jeux sont faits! And so it is in real life? Once you backed the wrong horse is over! And if the choices I made are almost always wrong?

And if this is not my way? I'm not reconsidering anything, indeed every day that passes I am more happy to be here, but if assurod this was not the right choice, this was not the winning horse? And here's the lighting! Life is not a gamble, it is true that "the more you risk, the more you win,"

is also true that the choices made affect the "victory" but the victory is not in the hands of fate, are you at having to play, it's you have to win, the game does not play someone else, are you to build the triumph, day by day, bit by bit, with the hardships and disappointments. Perhaps that is why I have the serenity of my choices is not easy to drop everything and move to a country as close as it is unknown to most, since many do not even know where Albania, "you are near them to Romania in Yugoslavia. What? Yugoslavia no longer exists? Oh yes you are right there is war there! Are you crazy, they'll shoot you! How?, Albania has nothing to do with Bosnia? Sorry, but the war there or not? " But I know well where Albania, I know the variables, I can bet all the elements, but not enough, is the belief of choice! Perhaps that is why many are afraid to make the choices even more simple, they do not know

variables, not just to have the conviction to pursue their own choices, school, university, work, the person who loves it! I do not know if this is the winning horse, but I know that despite the difficulties I will try to carry it to victory!

"When you're in the cab. And play the board, remember that you are of a column, consider a bit 'or the first branch flag? Carefully choose your next problem"

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policy and ethics, the reflections of a Balkan "exile" love your country!

Italy is the country I love Berlusconi said in his famous speech of "go on the pitch," and even though I was almost ashamed to say, I share in this vision. It is certain that for me is a very different feeling, I feel light years away from that kind of love that the "President" has shown in Italy in recent years, being in love is an investment at a loss, even from the 'soul for the cause. Instead we saw him in the years to squeeze the country and easily take advantage of every opportunity that we gave the Italians.

I left Italy to escape, but certainly not to make a work experience. I am following with interest the story of our country, I choose to be here as I always have my sources of information, trying to figure out how things are without really affect me one way or the other. My "faith" policy is certainly on the left, but I have always been ready to conduct a constructive political decisions taken by the Government on both the right and left.

are for real politics, which is free of ideology and look at the real needs of the country and people. In recent years I have grown a media system that brings us to "numb" our thoughts and think about what someone else tells us to think. I've seen people say everything and its opposite, depending on the situation, this is the attitude of those who govern us and is becoming the attitude of all Italians. Relativism is now the king. I saw what I consider to be indisputable values \u200b\u200btrampled on without anyone beat an eyelash.

I have always considered that some newspapers are better than others, not because of their political affiliation because of their objectivity in news reporting and cultural interest in their investigation. I really enjoyed the battle that the Republic has in recent months fought against the attempt to cover up what in any other democratic country would have been a political scandal. Private parties with guests who had arrived on air public paid for by taxpayers, prostitution, relationships to pedophilia, all seasoned with ambiguous calls with people of dubious integrity. I've heard from people who have always considered bigoted that there is nothing wrong, that the President's private life should not be concerned and look at what we have done good to our country. By not talking about "good works" that Silvio has done for Italy, I'd like to focus the objectification of the concept of distinction between public life and private life! We could accept such a speech when you talk the relationship between Berlusconi and his wife, which frankly I do not care, we consider privacy and close one eye also on the relationship with the "small" Naomi, but we can not pretend that nothing before the use of flight status for private reasons, this is when the public and private sectors begin to blur and if you allow then I start to poke their nose because I also have to pay for the travel of its "minstrel" in Naples. And if my President, you say well, my President, because unlike anyone I've always had respect for the institutions in spite of everything. Well, if my President spends his holidays in the company of prostitutes, because you can call escort, escorts, ring or as you wish, but the job is still the same, the oldest in the world!

Now we come to exactly what triggers this delusional political thought! Increasingly, we hear that the politicians are all the same, rogues, left and right and so nothing changes. When I hear this I salt the blood to the brain, even more when I hear someone speak in favor of Berlusconi, and that says it all! Anticipated this, my thought turns to what is happening these days in my region, the case Marrazzo to speak. Without getting lost in unnecessary comparisons with the "mischief" of the Premier I would say that such behavior is acceptable a representative of the people, national or regional level should be. Pay to go with a woman or a transsexual does not matter, it is morally unacceptable behavior by a person who represents us! This of course is my personal opinion questionable, but I do not understand what is relativism which in this case also involves the left and the newspapers who fought in the crusade against Berlusconi. And even in this case is the figure of the Prime Minister to do the lion's share of the papers. He knew, he helped Marrazzo. It 's a mafioso attitude, is further evidence of the conflict of interests was a gesture of a gentleman, these are the popular opinion. It 's always the figure President to stand out, for better or for worse. Instead, I believe that newspapers should maintain a consistent view and condemn the behavior of Marrazzo. The real politicians should talk about the case objectively, without seeing yet another opportunity to bring water to his mill, the best decision to take is to resign Marrazzo, that I personally look forward at this time, to show that those who make mistakes pay, to show that on certain things is not relativism that takes, to show that we do not play with his own weapons. Faced with the evidence there are no pun intended.

Berlusconi has become a role model also in scandals that involve, Italians admire him because he does not stop the processes, lawlessness has become a must, the sexual adventures of the Prime Minister are to be admired because they demonstrate his manhood in this view that animal, pass me the term, more than six goals and to admire! The country is a reflection of who governs it!

Well, today looks an encouraging sign, the resignation of Marrazzo, to show that it is not enough to be able to do what you want, quite the contrary, that power means responsibility, the leader must respect the laws of most other ! To prove that politicians are not all crooks, but that may be mistaken as Marrazzo the honesty to admit the mistake and withdraw. To prove that no one covers his mistake by pulling out the mistakes of others, because there is still some ignorant defending Berlusconi said that was wrong with the trans Sircana! The mistakes of others do not justify our own, if everyone responds to, and that is why today expecting a sign of civilization's resignation Marrazzo, without speculation and without too much political chatter.

Cb Valery I Densei 2002

A unique weekend like so many! A Month in

Life goes on, the weeks go by, life here is good, certainly a bit 'of nostalgia there, between the rain drops and the MP3 player that goes by surprise songs that recall the beauty of my city . And that's when you least the aspects of a weekend like many others, but unique. The usual routine, you work a bit 'even if it's Saturday and the desire is not a lot, you browse a bit' on the internet, then you go out to dinner. Not raining, the sun came out after a week of rain. The scout group in Tirana, where work often uses the structure for activities and meetings. This Saturday is the clan that is here on out. My evening with it as planned, meat and beer with friends, then returns home. I enter the car in the garden and there are kids in a circle around the fire, turn off the headlights to not ruin the atmosphere. Parking, out of the car and one of them is asking me to join them. The desire to tell the truth is not much, I sleep and I'm tired, but how to say no! I approach the fire and roast them incerchio to cook on the grill. Spending an hour in their company as well, playing, chatting, eating chestnuts and sipping a little 'home-made red wine. The chestnuts are cooked perfectly, the wine is not the best, not even speak much to each other as they chat in Albanian. That does not seem so idyllic situation, but instead as if by magic sleep is gone, the chestnuts are left to eat, and wine does not seem so bad, I listen with pleasure their conversations and words of Albanian beginning to understand. The fire appears to be a universal language, the smell of smoke, laughter and jokes, the song before going to sleep. This I have done hundreds of times, but each time is unique. When the smell of fire you feel the smell of home, all that has gone around and you seem to live in a fairy tale, only this story does not end here, I'll take with you for life, is the tale Scouting, the red flower of Mowgli, the camp of the scouts and guides, scouts and rovers. Here is how an evening all to be unique, as are many, but unique!

"No perfume is the smell of the fire,"

Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth, Lord Baden-Powell of Gilwell, Chief Scout of the World

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a month in Albania and I seem to have arrived yesterday, and instead is a month that are already here. Looking back, in fact, a bit 'of time has passed. I fixed my room, now I have a decent bed, a bookshelf with books that I brought from Rome, a closet with all my clothes and a small table. I am organizing for a sofa and TV, although in Albanian is not that much yet understand. I bought a book "Learn Albanian in a short time", huh I got it! but in a short time what?! The language is not easy, declensions, pronouns, adjectives ... so there is to be studied, for what little that's enough to survive. In the evening you go out often, eating out does not cost much. Sometimes I stay at home, I watch a movie or watch TV via the Internet, in other words, you begin to feel they are not here on holiday but to stay a bit 'of time. With the work we begin to get serious, we are preparing a course for young adults about the political situation, which helps them to understand how to "use" democracy. The days pass so for now, including a night out and a coffee bar. I hope soon will be able to turn a bit ', Kosovo, Macedonia, Montenegro, and then more in the ....... who knows ...... as someone said ...." to infinity and beyond "and

Naten mir!

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Today is a bit 'Marcel Proust

sensation early autumn, explained Marcel Proust's involuntary memory, those feelings that you refer to distant memories, smells, sounds, tastes, all the senses can recall any memories faded away. And 'a sensation, you can not do anything, it just happens. It happens even though in different ways. Remember that while not wishing to re-emerge, as in a shirt that does not put a little ', autumn makes you reindossare clothes that you took in the spring, here in the pockets then those few things that you forgot to throw away, a movie ticket The printed text of a song. Then memories come to mind that maybe you'd rather not resurrect. I think it's a way to know oneself, one thinks of how he, just a few months ago. It 's like watching someone else, certainly not to change much in so little time, however, know many things. And 'one more step in! Resurface the words, and those who did not give, speeches, ideas, feelings. Are not always pleasant memories.

back down again It happens in a world left long ago. Like this summer when I saw the places of my childhood and adolescence. The house by the sea, those one hundred meters of the beach you know how your pockets, people who go away and what remains, the smell of fish, the sand beds, are all things that evoke a past that is still present.

Tonight I felt so not lonely, quite a bit 'romantic, it means that next time remember to empty the pockets of the shirts!

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coffee Montenegro

It is now almost a month who are in Albania, the other day I heard the odd immigration law. For entry you do not need no visa, but once inside the Albanian territory, you can not live more than a month, fined EUR 100 leaving the country. I asked around to get a residence permit and they told me you need to wait a couple of weeks. So now to avoid becoming an illegal immigrant in Albania, which seems almost a joke, I left for Montenegro, to get me a ride and then travel back to Albania and to have another month to come into compliance. I took the opportunity of a friend who had to go to Scutari, which is only 15 km from the border and left with him, I left to do his rounds and I walked towards the border. Unfortunately, the machine still did not documents are in order, then the customs stopped me and told to go back. Since I had only to cross the border, I parked the car and I walked on foot, under the amused gaze of the Albanian police that I had just sent back with the car. Register on my computer out of the country and say hello. Walk for about two hundred yards and find a bar, sit by me and ordered a turkish coffee. After the coffee I tell myself that I can not walk so far to go, the way of life more like something human cows that were grazing at that point I decided to go back after a good 20 minutes spent in the country's Mirko Vucinic (Montenegro, for those who fail to understand). I returns to the border, this time out, with police officers than those before. The Montenegrins me check and record the document without problems. Step by Albanian police. The guy at the computer entering my data, looks at me and asks in broken Italian: "Why you left and returned?" I say, "to take a walk", he does not understand, it seems right, a border policeman who does not speak other languages \u200b\u200bthan the Albanians. Fortunately there was in line with the machine (probably will not cross the border on foot with no year), an Albanian boy who spoke Italian and I translated the questions of the policeman. "What are you doing in Albania?", "Why go out and fall?" I began to enjoy myself, and I was wondering why did so many stories, all documents were in order, and it was in my rights also pass and repass four times in succession. The thing that amuses me is that the Montenegrin police have not batted an eyelid. That they would have been suspicious, and ask: "how come this comes on foot to our house is ten minutes and goes away?" and yet nothing! While the police continued with its Albanian unnecessary questions, I pull out my passport and do even that in addition to the ID card that he had learned by heart by now. He gladly accepts and begins to leaf through it page by page, hoping probable that I had left some little present inside. Obviously, it is left-handed. At the fourth and last time I asked "what have you been doing for 10 minutes?", My answer was laconic: "I wanted a coffee!

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A Guide to English. The Albanians are willing to Europe.

Here I am, finally internet at home. I can write more often. Tonight tell you something that happened to me one of the first day I was here. Given that Tirana is a busy city, maybe the traffic here irritates me the most traffic of Rome, and that is saying something. The chaos is due to the large number of machines (50% Mercedes-Benz) and also heads the drivers' unruly natives. The queues are often due to the constant zigzagging of cars, creating inevitable delays. Often the roads are narrow, only two-lane two-way, but this does not seem to deter the fearless drivers, who do not hesitate to surpass even so bold. Of course I like a good Roman I adapted well to the local guide. While I was here, one of the first day I turned with a motor I had on loan. I find myself facing a traffic jam ever seen. I could not pass even with the scooter. After 10 minutes of good moves in the midst of the machines come to the "heart" engorgement. What happened? The road was wide enough, say two lanes in each direction. Virtually delays had meant that the cars began to overtake even invading the courses in the opposite direction, is widespread in these parts, this had caused other delays, and traffic slowed more than the super car to the left, to completely invade the lanes in the opposite direction. Meanwhile, the opposite happened and the same thing. Result: machine is located at a front of the other and did not know where to go. Fighters powerless in front of the chaos could not help but sit and watch. Seeing this scene, I imagined a paradoxical situation in which everyone changes direction as the British drive on the left. I know that maybe is not so nice, but I assure you that I laughed too much to see in a bottling machine so stupid.