A museum to be touched !!

Now I want to make you know about an interesting thing happened in my city newly.
We have one of the most important Italian museums, "Museo Archelogico Nazionale" situated in the city centre. Like other museum, it hosts several finds belonging to different ages. The news is that some of them have been chosen to allow the sightless people to touch them and get an image with their fingers.
Indeed this gallery brings the name "Il museo tra le dita" (The museum among the fingers).
The finds which are possible to touch date at Roman era.
Have you never heard of such a thing?

A place where I desire to live

Sometimes my mind leaves my body and starts to imagine several things among them there is the place where I wish to live.
Are these the years to continue dreaming even if I'm next to pass my 25 years ? I don't know.. .
My place isn't only in my dream but it really exists. How should it be?

Overwhelmed by the nature, green in a multi ethnic and modest neighborhood, I don't mind having Chinese on one side of my house and Brazilians on the other. I want it to be near a subway by which I can get to the city centre within a few minutes. A city centre not such as the mine, always pollution, shouts in the air and people who hardly get by with their incomings. I'd like a quiet city in which you can live and not just survive.
Flower beds and their scent in the air, no rowdy speakers. Sometimes I close my eyes and I see it, it's hard to pin down this image. It seems Alice's world.

I can give you a touchable view of what I mean, it's name is Akalla in the peripheral area of Stockholm.
I don't know if it has every thing, every is like 'ogni' and goes with singular) that I pointed out, but I'm sure
that some of its facilities make it appealing, worth discovering and close to my imaginary place...

I would chose...

If I could chose in which years to live I would say the 80s. In my opinion, it was a very intense period of life.
It seemed that the world was got up with all its vitality, the younger discovered their rights, struggled for a better world, of course it still was a stark and tough period, not all changes brought positive and sane things.

I've been impressed from the black punch of Tommie Smith held on its own during the Olimpic games, a tangible sign of an underling repression.
I wish I would have his brave....
People against people, guys against adults, invisible walls broken down, hate, love there was all and its contrary. It was an earthquake that rocked the conventional daily life and like after all

earthquakes a reconstruction was needed. For me the best images which represent this period of th human beings come from the movie " Forset Gump"... my mind is flooded of snapshots from that movie.

Probably it's a personal desire of freedom sometimes I feel as if I was in a cage...
Someone could say it's better now because we have made progress, we have more powerful medicines, hi-tech stuff in all houses .. but we also have new illnesses, we face the global warming and so on... on the whole we haven't gotten so much.

That's the life, it's a circle

Thank to Zfosia for her corrections

From the rubbish to the coffee

In my last post I spoke about the rubbish emergency in Naples. At this time I want to be optimistic and show you a worth noticing idea that might help us to get rid of this situation.
A friend of mine, Gigi, advised me about the possibility to recycle the half litre bottle (made up of PET) and the common can.
You can go to Filangieri street and there you'll find a recycling machine, it is still an experimental version, indeed it can't compress your bottle and you're forced to put them in without shaping otherwise the machine isn't able to recognize that a bottle got in.
In addition to this model others which should be more sophisticated are expected.
How does it work?
Simply you have to fill the machine in with thirty bottles of water and it gives you in turn a bill whose value is about 1.5€ with it you can buy a good Neapolitan coffee (the machine is near a bar ;- )
I read that other similar machines are coming up and they are likely to be placed in public places like cinema, in this case you receive a ticket for the cinema as prime for your well behaviour.
In some European countries this kind of machines are widely spread, for instance when I was in Stockholm I saw some of them out of the supermarket.
This is just the first attempt to get people recycle their wastes, grow in our conscious a new thought towards the environment.
Here's the video, unfortunately it is in Italian I didn't manage to find an English version.

Naples is a dirt sheet of paper...

As a song by Pino Daniele say, at that time, when Pino wrote this verse couldn't imagine that one day our city would have lived stark and difficult moments like the ones we are living now.
Every body knows about the dreadful emergency linked to the rubbish issue in Naples, a lasting problem which still lacks a definitive and reasonable solution.
At the moment our prime minister have forced the local administration (majors) to build up new dumps and landfills and given off punishment (up to one year in jail) for the protesters, but the people don't give up.
Surrounded by the rubbish and with the summer coming up it will be hard to get rid of this situation if we don't make a decision, we'll be up against the wall.
The city is currently cleaned up because we 're sending our rubbish to Germany, there has been an agreement signed up on the fly.
In the meanwhile some public officers are arguing whatever or not build new landfill in Chiaiano.
Chiano is a small neighbourhood of Naples in which it might be possible to create a landfill but the local people reject it arguing that the place where the landfill or dump should be built up is in front of one most important hospital of Naples.
The rumour says that besides this there is, as usual, the hand of "sistema" (names of Neapolitan mafia) who would use those areas to build new houses, in other words it prefers the black market of house building.
Since I was born, I've never seen a such upsetting situation and sometimes it seems no real; yesterday my father told me about his holiday in Tunisia two years ago, where he saw rubbish piles everywhere, he wasn't surprised about this, in somehow he expected that unhappy spectacular but he can't believe the same thing is happening in our city.
Where should we dump all this rubbish? Every time a new place is designated as feasible candidate but the local people and researchers struggle against the building of landfill.
It's no longer the time to protest, we can't keep on burning tonnes of refuse every day (do you know that dioxin in the fly ash is more dangerous than the rubbish from which it comes after burning?) we have to find a solution and vow for a clever waste management system.
I leave you with Napule' è by Pino Daniele, the famous song from whose verse I was inspired to write this post... I wish we would be better