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spunzali

We are many.
few pieces of wood for this fire. It forces us to all be neighbors.
There is also the miller's family tonight. Which is just the kind to everyone and then when you bring him to grind the grain, he gets half. It is right he says. Murderess, calls him my father. But tonight they laugh together. That's it in public. But in the evening when I eat grass country read and cry from hunger, I do not understand. How do you laugh with those you hungry?
Patience. World and the world was going to be.

I'm tired tonight. This morning I woke up an hour before the sun. I got dressed. I took the bike to cross the north to the campaign. Under the olive trees were about twenty women. All fours to pick olives. And the hands froze in the cold. Pippi was there. Sang. It worked.

There is also the brother tonight. And with the excuse of the fire that dies, is approaching. What is it that a curse. His hands are fatter I've ever seen. And the creeps when my father did not look anywhere. Respect for the church, they taught me. And I'm silent. I cry inside. He tells stories of saints. He tells stories of virtue. Warns all about living in the grace of my tears Dio.Anche is tired. The tears do not make it to come out, they fall within. Patience. World and the world was going to be.

Pippi was working there and cursing the boss. And my hands are paralyzed. They taught us to put a stone into the fire until it becomes hot. Then cover with a cloth and keep in the right hand. And we gather with the left. Until it stops, too. So forgive the stone into the fire, Wrap the dough in a handkerchief and keep your left hand. And we gather with the right. Singing. As long as the sun set.

I'm really tired. I want to sing. What I can do. But tonight we tell stories. I can not tell stories. And I remain silent. My father speaks now. It talks about how he managed to steal my mother that her family did not want to give her one. Curses against those parents who had hindered. Curse all those who had tried to hinder love. All nod. And if you make big laughs with the miller and the monk who blessed my father and forgive in the name of love. Meanwhile, my mother died while my father was inn. Patience. World and the world was going to be.

Then it started to rain and we sheltered in Pagliara. To consume the time, telling stories. I came to tears when I heard the story of the king pig. I thought, if it happened to me? I was hoping that an angel from heaven in the end it would happen to me. I thought my sisters killed by the pig who turns into a prince if you love it. And I thought the pork king who chose me. And I cried. My tears were laughter of others. When we come back out for the job, my classmates have taken to singing butt of consumer jokes. And Pippi felt. But did not sing anymore. I am good at singing and I said mine. Until not the sun went down and the master has come to tease with his meager wages.

But in the end so I like it. After a day of work in the country, now tell stories. And I rest. It's just words, I tell myself. Do not freeze your hands. And I rest. And dream.

Tonight is said to be Pippi. He who knows how to sing. Will be singing a serenade. He admitted the brother of my father's ear. Pippi who can sing. I've heard that once a party at the church. And he looked at me with his hand. And I stroked. I felt his hand caress the my thighs.

He is about to turn 25 years old and has to marry the otherwise Fine. So will the law, he said. He wants me. I know. We are told the singing. But it is time for me. Indeed, it is not for my father. So this spring he married my sister. I would like to learn the magic to make it a pig. So hide it from those who do not know how to love. But you can not, I have to go to the countryside to work. It takes patience in love.

world and the world was going to be.

Pippi is not coming. Pippi In fact, it will not. I saw him on the lips of the monk.

Pippi will not come again tonight. I'm tired tonight. And here he continued to speak. And when I'm tired, my body does not resist. Saint Lucia, help me.

Even my voice is tired. Tired of words. Then hand in my mouth the song of our love, and thighs are hot. I guess its hard to sing the tender loving hands on my breast. I feel the swell of her mouth kisses.

I'd like to undress. Here. Now. Pippi where are you? I feel like Pippi. I want to hear his voice. I want to dance until his voice tired and fall. And then in the midst of his arms, I would like to rest.

Who will regret these days? Who ever regret this? Who sings these songs?

world and the world was going to be.

The brother has put his hands, the miller to be false, and my father's words. Time to go to bed.

Tomorrow in the middle of the north there are other olive harvest. And other dreams of singing.

world and the world was going to be.

There are stories that are repeated from place to place. There are kitchens that solve problems from place to place. This story is from the South I had already heard in a North to live so far north from the south: the Highlands of Scotland. Land where the clay is hard. Land where food was brilliant. Grazing land and olive groves. Land of cream and oil.

Cream the fat and oil are in the kitchen. In the kitchen, the fat is the bridge between the flavors. Think about the salads: all connected by the oil. Oil and fat cream are connecting the flavors. But for all this fat is necessary. If you do not need to connect, the fat is not necessary. In the kitchen you can have the need to distinguish. Last night I wanted to connect. I wanted the potato and spunzale were not impeded in their live. I wanted to give them a bridge.

This recipe comes from a North I tried to connect I tried to South with a bridge between my North and my South.

For 12 people I used 1 kg of potatoes, 2 cups broth flavored with vegetables, 10 spunzali, 1 red onion, 3 stalks celery, olive oil and half cup of cream. First I made a common ground, a place that would allow the meeting between the potato and spunzale. I prepared a light broth flavored with vegetables and chopped celery and onion. No carrot.

I sauté the chopped until golden, I stopped cooking with a little broth and I added spunzali cut into rings making them rough season. Other small amount broth to stop this even browning.

I added potatoes, peeled and cut into cubes about 1.5 cm per side. They too wanted the same flavor of fried for about 8 minutes. You add the broth and cook for another 30-35 minutes. After cooking, add the half cup of cream that provides the union and to be seduced all for 5 minutes more. Meetings conclude. Do not spend it all in blender because in this way would not improve the union. Rather, the annihilation a uniform mediocrity. We think of potato starch to thicken. Serve in a bowl with a pinch of chopped rosemary with which you have prepared, calamint, pink pepper and seeds poppy.

is a simple dish, winter, and rarely for who they are not sitting for too long. It takes legs for dishes like this.

Enjoy.

With flavor,

Biso

What Does Sharking Mean?

and potato soup ingredients - hunger

Have you ever seen the face of a hungry man? The eyes protrude, they tend. The face is like being sucked by the movement of the eyes and gets down on the second floor. And his eyes, left alone, threw themselves into the void from which expect food.

Have you ever been hungry?
Have you ever been hungry for more than an hour?
Have you ever been hungry for days? Relentlessly. Without interruption. With the stomach that breaks down?
with ulcers that will mark the skin like craters? With legs that do not support you anymore? With the gums watery blood? With the brain that becomes stringy?

Have you ever had a child crying from hunger?
Have you ever seen the bulging eyes of your child begging food?
Have you ever had to respond with silence in the eyes of your child begging for food?
Do you ever feel down for not having enough bread to make your baby stop crying?
The most intact men have had enough of its integrity, if they see their children crying with hunger for months and months.

And now those who have never been hungry, I would like to close in prison. Because I stole bread. It is justice I say. And justice is the order that keeps the company alive: it is the good of all, I say.
The hungry do not care of this justice and this society. There is one justice for the hungry: the bread.
And if this is a crime, patience! If I have to die anyway, then it is the same whether you starve or in a cell.

If you have never experienced hunger, the long, that persists. The one who does not see the solution. If you never try, then you'll surely a morale. A justice of others. And the costumes. And the strict rules. Taxes.

If you have never experienced hunger, the long, that persists. The one who does not see the solution. If you never try, then you're definitely a slave. You will definitely proud to be free, guaranteed by the righteousness of others.

The hungry do not. The hungry are willing to anything. I can blame for this?
who tried knows hunger: hunger awakens from taxation. The manners and morals are thought to be satiated.

When you're hungry you can not make him squeamish. When you're hungry, when you have the body that dissolves in diarrhea, no disgust in the flesh of the rat. Not disgust is in trying to cook tulip bulbs, there is no disgust in the food fight with a dog is not disgusted at rummage in rubbish bins. There is no religion that makes you dislike a food. When you're hungry there's no costume. Omnivore, vegetarian, vegan, raw food, religious practitioner, are distinctions to be satiated.

When you're hungry soul begins to get lost in a travel rambling, confused and disoriented. But there is no time to oblivion, because now there's the refreshing and simple words of the body: I'm hungry. And the hunger keeps you awake. Hunger becomes a friend of the body. When you're hungry you feel the whole body, smell the your breath, feel your stomach with his seizures, the deaf hear the heart scan waiting, feel the mood of your liver soak the palate feel the muscles contract fiber after fiber; feel the bones. In the head of the hungry

thoughts that writhe like the stomach, they dissolve in the crush of the jaw. All the whirl and confusion dissolves in liquids in the mouth that bites the bite of food. All oblivion dissolves in the body. The thought cola via the jaws.

I have seen hungry people be "right" of a justice of others. And I've seen them die of hunger. I saw people starving to death not to transgress. I preferred to live. No, I do not blame for this. No, there is a hunger for justice alone aspire to: the bread.

Hunger returns animality. Hunger sparse on the ground every injury. Each costume. Each taxation. There is only one trial for the hungry: the bread.

Hunger becomes a friend of common sense.
But hunger is also made enemies. Hunger is allied with those demands. The hunger is fed by ignorance. For the poor, the culture is like food: it takes a little 'more to steal. And as the hunger

keep you awake, Justice, the rulers, they want to control.
And then every so often you eat. In that the hungry should be able to continue to suffer from hunger. At this the poor must be the noise that makes him a slave. These gentlemen we feed poor enough to afford to stay hungry. And eyes begin to lose you again in the air waiting for the new distribution of bread. Waiting. The poor forget. The poor if you forget the poor among the rich: that's how things go.

No, I do not blame for this. And I will for sure jail.
wander, illegally, in search of justice: in search of bread.
wander, confident and illegally, in search of justice: in search of bread and self-determination.
At the risk of not being healthy. At the risk of being violent.

No, I do not blame for this. This violence, violence because of who moves hungry, is not imbued with hatred. The love that this violence is just as it contains brutal violence itself, because it is a love compliant or contemplative, but a love of action and transformation.

No, I do not blame for this

I want bread and Regulations.


When I was lucky enough to suffer from hunger dream was fresh and simple. When the hunger kept me awake between the peaks of the Andes, the desire was not pasta, meat, desserts. My dream was fragrant and ripe tomato rubbed bread. And a round of extra virgin olive oil smeared with salt. When the cold and hunger among convulsions me again won the body, I get the justice that calls for bread. The justice that is in demanding bread.

With flavor,
Biso

New Dance Song Marching Drum Beat

Risotto scented with fennel

"Leaving, return" Why
celebrate the birthday?

descended from that day on which the gods came down for the last time to feast on humans.
blood are the same blood that begat "who is meant to be like." It is in the same line of Dionysus. Have been born queen the day my husband died. Dead festivities. Before that day, honor the gods and the stars were silent.

Now I was accused of piracy.
I am accused of piracy and forced me into exile.

is accused me of piracy. As if I could offer another choice.
have never seen our land fed these accusers? They have never seen the rock hard
devote himself headlong to the sea? They never felt the pressure with which the fierce rock urges us? We tried to live off agriculture. We tried to live a peaceful life with the running of the seasons. But there has always pushed the rock into the sea. The rock falls. And the seasons they gave us peace only to the navigation. Are the winds in their keeping the peace of our existence. And we had to make a living. What fault is there in the will to survive? They have memories of hungry bellies accusing these greasy?

am exiled here in the mountains of Rhizon for wanting to defend at least the possibility of survival of our tribe. Enclosed in a fortress, swallowed up by the mountains.

swallowed in this solitude I learned to read the paths of the stars. A priest told me deaf to the voice of stars. The stars are silent as to who becomes deaf.

In a night that arrived late, the stars have spoken to me.
With a silent, they asked me to do justice to the day of my birth.

But what sense does it honor the day of my birth?
I searched the stars with ears without gods. It showed me the meaning.
I have pointed the way back to restart. You repeat that produces the difference.

That day I was born and I was born with a world: the world was created for everybody who comes to the world.
And I went to that world. And I found out. We happen to be surprised by the flowers, face to the grating, for the perfume, for admissions to the smiles, for flavor. You wonder for the eyes, voices, for absences, to the songs, for the arms.
But then I was so mad to get used to the flowers, the faces, the grates, perfumes, attendance, smiles, flavors, eyes, absences, voices, singing, arms.
And then I had to remember back to that day when the world is born to me who was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.

out then.
Going on that world where flowers, faces, trellises and other meetings are more frequent appearances, but loyal companions. And they discover the body. Explore the mine. Feel the movements. The tremors. I wish. Discover that the passions have a body. I am the body. They want that body. Body wishing to other bodies. And then start to explore other bodies. Explore the folds. Detect the vibrations. Follows the movements. Smell the heat. Amarna existence. And joy of being a body among bodies. And rejoice to be of the same race of the earth and the stars. But then I was so
crazy to get used to the bodies, to caress, to the stars, the earth, rain, abundance.
And then there was that I return. Return to remember that day when the world was created for me that was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.

out then.
Going on that world where flowers, faces, bodies and other meetings are no longer regular attendance, but loyal companions. And they discover the thought. Start browsing in the alphabet. Appropriated. Assemble the parts and understand that this puts the bodies into resonance. Discovering communication. Between the bodies to do looting raids words. Appropriated. Throw in the crowd, hungry for communication. And then find solitude. And find that loneliness is not silent. Find that the solitude communication becomes thought. It makes dialogue with the world. It sheds light between the bodies. Find that the language of thought is "among the bodies." This is the gift that my family has given to mankind: the thinking man is returned to the ability to meet the sacred without the need of the gods. And the stars shine.
But then I was so mad to get used to thinking, communication, voice that resonates among the bodies, the sacred. I was so crazy to believe the gods.
And then there was that I return. Return to remember that day when the world was created to me who was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.

out then.
Going on that world where flowers, bodies, thoughts and other meetings are more frequent appearances, but loyal companions. And with them to explore the feelings. Struggling. Sweating. Grieve. Regret and suffering. Rejoice, cry and move me. Want, hate, look, weigh, dreaming, grunting, float, sink, wait, donate. Questioning, doubting and believe. Eaves and conceive. Alleviate. Revenge. Then stop. And find. Discovering that the feelings are the body as a thought. I'm thinking as the body. Are the density of life. Are the duration and condensation. They are the passage. They report. Have the ability to stay "between" do not include or exclude. But then I was so mad to get used to the feelings. So crazy to dominate my thoughts feelings, with feeling the body with the body's feelings, the feelings with the thought. So crazy addictive this report. Crazy enough to mutilate the body with the thought. Crazy enough to transform the life-time. So crazy as to exclude them from existence.
And then there was that I return. Return to remember that day when the world was created for me that was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.

And then back out then
.
to return.
and go.
Why
born then?
The stars say they are born because we need poetry.

Why do we need poetry. In

arrived late one night, the stars I have unlocked the secret that has kept powerful gods. They told me a lie upon which their power is based. It is the lie that my family from Cadmus and Harmony has always wanted to expose. It was my turn to land. It touched me to read the lips of the stars are not born because it wants its destiny.
He never intended to be born.
born only those who need poetry.

Only those who need poetry.

born is to be born a world where poetry is unravel.
Only those who need poetry needs to be born.
Living life is the need for recourse to an act of poetry. And I
, Teuta, queen of the Illyrians, I need poetry.
I need to hear the words chosen wisely, these thoughts of flowers, roses such appearances, dreams that inhabit the trees, dancing to songs that make the statues. I
, Teuta, I need poetry.
This magic burning heaviness of words that evokes emotions, which gives new colors. I
, Teuta of the race of Dionysus is "the one who wants to be is like," I need poetry.
And remind me when I return to the world is with me that I was born in the world.

Living is a poetic act.
be repeated.

Happy birthday. All
.


In the menu that night, it gave the risotto for thought. A soup of farro for the body. E-leaf kale lasagna for sentiment.


The fact is that when we celebrate, we celebrate. And you can not be just when the party wants to be sharing, music and laughter.
So today, a recipe for 30 people.
It takes a lot 'of Carnaroli: about 2 kg and it takes a nice pan to cook. Risotto is a ritual. The risotto is a real satisfaction for every cook who feels craftsman. There is a lot of work. Preparatory work, chisel, constancy, attention and dedication. Every detail makes a difference. The detail makes the risotto. And
such as rice, also loves the beauty rest in detail.
And then we begin to prepare the details.

Detail # 1: the stock.
will be a vegetable stock that will bind up the creamy rice. Do not tell you the procedure because everyone has his time. I only say: do not do cocky. Prefer the scent is the detail in this broth.

Detail No. 2: the fennel.
Find them beautiful, which does not necessarily mean big. It takes at least 4 kg Do not throw anything away. Clean them, separate the outer sheath from the heart. Put aside even the stems. Cut the hearts into julienne strips not too fine.
With the outer sheaths and stems will prepare a cream. Here's another little detail to be treated. Fennel has spread everywhere. We have to steam the outer sheaths and stems. Once cooked, go to the blender with a little olive oil. Today, it is November, I have with me a wonderful new oil Frantoio Sociale di Spello: an explosion of fresh herbaceous spicy. You look at this slide dall'oliera while delivering his gold emerald grass, and I understand the honesty. It is a detail entrusted to this season. Each season offers details.

Details 3 : garlic or onion?
Shallot. Take 5 shallots and mince.

Details 4 : fennel seeds.
Get a handful of seeds (which are not seeds) of wild fennel. Alternatively the normal seeds are good too (and these are really semi-) cultivated fennel.

Detail 5: the fine organic oranges.
Orange peel intact and fragrant. And let there by now to give color.


Now is the time of meditation, concentration and intensity.
Lightly fry the shallots and fennel seeds. The shallot has become lucid, almost transparent. Concentrate too much because if fry the shallot, this sovrasterà the delicacy of the fennel. A shallot transparent, add the fennel and cut into julienne strips and cook for 9 minutes. Add the rice and that toaster insaporirà in pan.
One, maybe two minutes and then broth. Hot soup. From now starts cooking the rice. What does the packaging? 17 minutes.
Here are 17 minutes of continuous treatment. Start with a good amount of broth. Be sure to stir occasionally so that each grain is wet from the broth. Add more broth. The appropriate amount of broth you add to the state of cooking rice. This is where the concrete details of creaminess. There is always the possibility of disguising any neglect final stir in the butter. The creaminess is still manifest. But it is still a detail that will bring the taste of a remedy. It takes care of the risotto. It is one and only cure. The difference between getting a soup of rice, seasoned rice or risotto, is in care.
Five minutes before the end of cooking, add the cream of sheaths and stems and continue cooking. When the rice is al dente, turn off the flame, add a handful of Parmesan and grate the peel of oranges. The amount depends here from the answers that will give you the eyes and nose. Do not ever forget that there is still a fennel risotto. Let mix 3 to 4 minutes. Served hot, of course. I that night, I sprinkled a bit 'of niepitella dry. But here you open up a whole other subject.

This is a dish for everyone and anyone. You must, you must slow down, you must stop. You must prepare themselves to the concentration. Recollection. Intensity. It is the fragrant
ephemeral delicacy of thought that is proposed as an experience.
Seen from our thought is not given as a donkey that carries a heavy plow invasive. And do not even give as a trainer of fillies.
Thought fragrance and delicacy. And superficiality. Along the folds being, not discovering the depth. That is his strength and his power. The thought is to care for a fragrant and delicate. And he wants care and attention nell'assaporarlo.

Enjoy.

With flavor,
Biso

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Mercan Dede Peşrev

Mediterranean. Mediterranean civilizations stacked. Mediterranean aromatic defenses. Mediterranean counterpoint. Mediterranean stretch of time that has lasted, sometimes poetic. Mediterranean sea in many deserts. Mediterranean sun go drowning. Mediterranean voyeurs who consume it. Mediterranean merchant and farmer. Mediterranean shake migrating. Mediterranean. An agitated the difference that produces the rhythm, which generates a trance. It's trance of communion. She rolls to tell the earth to heaven. A trance that rotates "between". Between sky and earth. Between man and his life. And swirl to reconcile with the majesty of life. Mediterranean is loop producing horizon, which gives context. And there are individuals that fold and unfold this context.
There is a plan in which we are immersed: fold and unfold this plan is that the Mediterranean has always said. It passed. There
Mediterranean in Mercan Dede.

Mercan Dede has the structure of a Turkish peşrev : a three teslim hane. The teslim will pepper cream made with 1 red onion, 1 carrot and 1 chopped celery and sauté until golden and no more. Are added to this point 1 kg of washed and yellow peppers seeded and peeled a potato. When the potato is cooked, put everything in the blender. The indigestible if they go with the rotation. Add a glass of fresh milk and mix. Dilute with vegetable broth scented until a velvety texture. Let stand. Now we have to think about the other 3 hane: salted anchovies, smoked, Mediterranean (in the persons of catmint and fresh thyme) and beyaz peynir (but it's OK to feta). Desalted anchovies in milk with garlic and basil for a few minutes and affumicatele in a pot where you put the pieces of wood not poisoned and a raised grid. Set fire to the sticks, put the anchovies on the grill and cover with the lid. The fire will smoke that will give land to the anchovies. By now the pot that you used will only have this feature.
Mix 2 eggs with a little semolina flour and cocoa. Energy and pace required. Let stand everything, including you. Chop the anchovies and mix it with ricotta, beyaz peynir and the Mediterranean. Roll into strips an inch wide pasta, pour in heaps of stuffed with anchovies, bend and cut the half-moon ravioli with the aid of a glass. Close them with the tines of a fork. While heat the cream of peppers, cook the ravioli in boiling water. In a dish served in plenty of pepper cream immerse yourself in the ravioli. A round of extra virgin olive oil, a splash of pink pepper and Mediterranean. Mercan Dede on the stereo, soft lighting. Nothing incenses.
Taste.
And in the mouth you will have a constant swirl of peppers that will bend over and then the anchovies beyaz peynir and then the Mediterranean to unfold again as bell pepper. And fold. And unfold. With a hand to the sky and a time to land.

quantities? The trance is not received, is experiencing wins. It is wisdom, not knowledge. You have the joy to experience. With flavor


Biso


Published in Issue 3 of Palascìa. Information migrant

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The salt is: cost comparison in the city center-airport location in European cities

This article discusses an analysis of the costs of airport-downtown route carried on the main European cities. The bitter sentence of Rome: 42% more on average.

In a table helps to understand more about this imbalance:

TAXI: ADOC, no raises, is the center of Rome-airport costs 42% more than the European average

Publication date: 2009-09-30

Adoc against a possible increase in tariffs of the taxi service in Rome, especially the route from the airport to downtown. Adoc to the contrary, it increased the number of cars in service.

"It would be shameful to increase by 25% the price of a ride from Rome to Fiumicino - says Carlo Pileri, president dell'Adoc - to equalize the rates charged by taxi drivers of the two municipalities. Taxi drivers Rome would be penalized by the increase, which could lead to a decrease of potential races for the benefit of other modes of transport such as trains and NCC, which you can spend up to € 30 for a ride from downtown to the airport. Rather than raise fares, which should be decreased on the contrary, it is necessary to increase the number of cars in service. It would be appropriate to also identify and punish severely, with the suspension and in case of relapse with the revocation of the license, dishonest taxi drivers who apply to the tourists rates doubled. Even at the airport of Ciampino irregularities occurred, with strong touches of tariffs for tourists, including Italian. Although the sector has been accepted, all requests for fare increase, even against our advice, we still have to register cases of abuse to the detriment of customers and tourists. They deserve a better quality service at prices lower than current infinitely.

Estimates of the Association in Rome, you'll pay 42% more than the European average for the same type of race.

"The European average for a ride from downtown to the airport is 28 €, 42% less than the center of the Rome-Fiumicino Airport - continued Pileri - only London has a higher rate of 55 €. In Dublin, the cost is the middle of Rome, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b77% less. In New York, moreover, pay 30 €, 33% less, for a distance of greater length. We believe it is appropriate, moreover, that before a change in the scale of a public service as taxis should be listened to all the associations of consumers, and not just a few choices on a discretionary and subjective by the municipality. Breaching a commitment before the election. "

is what it cost to go to the city center in Italy and Europe

major European cities

CITY '	Average Rate	DIFF. % with ROMA
Paris	€ 37.50	-6.6%
Barcelona	€ 22.50	-77.7%
London	€ 55.00	+37.5%
Prague	17,50 €	-128,5%
Vienna	30,00 €	-33,3%
Bruxelles	27,50 €	-45,4%
Madrid	22,50 €	-77,7%
Amsterdam	€ 25.00	-60%
Helsinki	€ 25.00	-60%
Berlin	€ 25.00	-60%
Edinburgh	€ 30.00	-33.3%
Dublin	€ 20.00	-100%
EUROPEAN MEDIA	€ 28.12

Mucus Brown Discharge

The lobby always win

Written by: Sergio Rizzo of Corriere della Sera 23/09/2010

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Taxis here is one thing at least on which we anticipated the French. Because if France in the opening hours has proved to be wishful thinking, in Italy for quite a while we were removed from the head 'insane about it. Remember the first "sheets" of Pier Luigi Bersani when the 'democratic current secretary was Minister of Economic Development? In there there 'was, in fact, the liberalization of taxi licenses. Even what is obvious, an economy that wants to be called 'liberal' (take example from the U.S., that everyone, left and right, hail), but in Italy, a country of the lobby, orders and corporations, has been construed as blasphemy in the church. Which is why, in one way or 'another, ended quietly into oblivion. With the complicity, what is worse, local governments: while prices continue to rise. In Rome, taxi drivers have earned the junta's new mayor Gianni Alemanno, a strong increase (up to 25%) of tariffs. D 'on the other hand, are they not been among his electors? Memorable celebration in the Capitol's new mayor, on the night of his election, just before the people of the taxi, exultant. In Milan you have to settle instead of an increase up to 2% after the price increases achieved in previous years. And that price rises in 2007, while discussing the liberalization proposed by Bersani, the rate of 23.37% was raised from 77 to 95 cents per kilometer. In return, the licenses are locked and even the 'hypothesis of introducing the second driver, who would at least lead to an increase in machines that are in circulation, has been painfully archived after a period of unnecessary testing. Now try to climb into a taxi at night in Milan you will see the meter starting at 6 €. Almost twelve thousand of the old lire. Not to mention the fees for racing to the airports of the two largest Italian cities. Now costs almost the taxi 's plane. By the way, have you ever wondered why Rome and Milan are the only two European cities that are not linked to 'airport and a subway worthy of the name?

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Sometimes they return ...

to be continued ...

What Are The Hidden Messages In Icarly

you maranciane scutursata

There dryness date covers them.
dryness of habit.
There is a suffocating normalcy. There is a
get used to crazy.
And there go crazy for taking off the dull habit.

Betraying the habit is take the side of life.

Habit is the area in which you give an answer to the stresses of life. Simply
the silences.

The habit is not a mediator between the cruelty and enchantment.
and their expulsion from life.

Words are habits. The concepts are
habits. The notes are
habits.
Physics is a habit. I
is a habit.
words, concepts, notes, I, make our physics more hands make less agile but ingenious
our ingenuity.

Habit is a presumption of faith in the causes and effects.

habit creeps into the folds to stretch.

by osmosis not thought through the habit and creeps man.

Habit fixed identity.


And one has to play. And while we must not take itself too seriously. The only way I know to break the habits is to play. And that night I played. I broke the eggplant parmigiana. I took it and I dismantled brick by brick. And I have been eggplant, basil, flour, tomatoes, Parmesan cheese and eggs.
I kicked off the eggplants and tomatoes from the eggs and oil and I put them in the nude. Naked on the plate: the eggplant flavor of eggplant and tomato-flavored tomato. Instead, I dressed in basil and parmesan. Basil is now dark emotion. Enveloping.
I took bricks and I have collected them between tradition and modernity. I watched the eggplant, flour and tomato through the mask of tradition. The basil, eggs and parmesan have preferred to look through the contemporary.
And it is always a game to be between tradition and modernity. It is customary to include or exclude in the tradition of tradition. You play the dance between tradition and modernity. It is aware of the freedom to play: it makes the laborious hand and wake up the talent. For

scutursare parmigiana maranciane you need 2 eggplant, ½ kg ripe tomatoes, pesto 100g, 80g grated parmesan cheese, 200g of semolina flour, 50 g 00 flour, 40 ml of milk, 50 g butter, 3g of rice flour, 4 eggs.
We need to prepare the ravioli stuffed with eggplant topped with tomato sauce. Ravioli who want to a direction where to look. It takes a star that leads. We need to prepare a chocolate cake with a heart of basil parmesan.
They take the eggplant, wash, dry, cut in half by length, are engraved lines on the meat knife and bake at 180 degrees until they are soft. Meanwhile, with 200g of flour semolina pasta is prepared by adding only water. And the rest is left waiting for the eggplants. If there is still time, take basil, parmesan and extra virgin olive oil and prepare the pesto 100g. Otherwise, if the eggplant claim attention, leave a little 'time to the pitch later. To me it is advanced enough time to make room to remember that Donatella wore a bran flour freshly ground collection of her grandmother in a pillow of cushion.
Yes, because the freshly ground flour is offered in linen pillowcases. The pillowcases are then returned. Leaves the community.
Tolte the eggplants from the oven I pulled out the pulp with a spoon. Now I have to let it dry in a pan. I thought that nudity would be displayed bitter eggplant. I thought maybe I had to cover their nakedness with a bitter sweet fried onions. But then I said that the habit covered her nakedness to the Counter, and then I left it alone. The eggplant. Just a bit of mint in the end it is a matter of light, a photograph of the flavor. So I put the chopped eggplant in a skillet over medium heat to dry and I did. 1 minute before it dries, mint chopped by hand. Then, salt.
Now it's time to roll out the dough rested, cut into wide strips a hand, put heaps of stuffed eggplant, and fitted with glass and fork, make ravioli. Then it
entice tomatoes to strip naked. Should care, availability, curiosity and wonder, or hide. Should be washed. Should be cut in half. Should be gently squeezed to remove seeds. And then they should be placed in a pot. Empty. The pot must necessarily be empty. Place the saucepan over a medium heat and blend the tomatoes as long as they do not sag. Past the mill and gets back on the heat for the sauce to reduce it. The skins left in the blender does not throw them: I have no trouble digesting them and cause me to please the palate. I add them to tomato seeds collected before. 1 minute before the sauce is reduced to the right place, basil to taste.

It 's time for lunch: seasoned tomato seeds and the skins with oil, salt, basil and garlic. It is said "Riddhu. Sponza a frisa up to my right, I do it reigns over the plate and as riddhu. Bon appetit Biso. Rosé wine to accompany fresh. Nina Simone to make me fall in love.

from the point at which I had left: the basil in tomato sauce.
So I take the basil I had previously reduced to sauce with parmesan cheese and began to dress. I begin to give it a life habit. It's a question of 'technology'.
hereby release 30g of butter to which add 3g of rice flour and 30g of flour 00 to form a light roux. I remove the roux from the heat and I add milk and 100g of pesto, stirring well and making sure that everything is mixed very well. Cold plate and transferred to the molds of the ice and then put in the freezer.
The heart is willing, Dr Frankenstein.
Assemble the body: take the 4 egg whites until stiff and mount them, we add the grated parmesan, 00 and 10g flour 20g melted butter. Mix gently and well. Take 4 cups of buttered aluminum and dusted with Parmesan cheese and fill them halves with the mixture. I leave it in the freezer until it congeals. When the base is ready to support us in the middle of the heart of basil and cover with remaining Parmesan mixture.
Now everything in the freezer, waiting for the warmth gives life to this creature.
This is not something easy to create the perfect chemistry to create this creature. Giving life to this creature has to do with precise timing and coordinated, accurate temperatures to the degree, speed dialing. It is a question of method.
The protocol expects to have the ravioli are ready and the hot sauce at the exact moment when the cake decided it was time to get out of the oven. The pie decides to be on average equal and ready to experiment in 19 minutes if housed in an oven at 180 degrees.
But then it is a matter of rigorous scientific method? Of course not. Despite everything, the kitchen nor the habit or the technology must be comprehensive. Here it is only his eyes. And the attentive and aware that decides, not one second before not after a second or else the cake is liquid or is compact. There can be no distraction or superficiality. You can not delegate deresponsabilizzante habit of thermometers and timers. You can not delegate: this recipe makes sense only if the heart of the basil gives fluid and enveloping. Napper
Then the dish with the tomato sauce a bit 'more than lukewarm. Recline sauce on the cooked ravioli and on the free side of the plate, the cake baked by two minutes. A Tour of the olive ravioli. Composed
the pot gently slipped the fork in the cake and let his heart will gladden the nose.
Now, Dr Frankenstein, the pot is alive.

Good appetite.

With flavor,
Biso.

Ps: want to know what happened to the 4 egg yolks advanced? Two hot cups of cream and biscuits. And the snack is ready Enrica

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The mountains are ...



This exhibition was made by participants in an international youth meeting that was held in Alta Valsesia the twenty-fifth of July to 1 August two thousand and ten.
Forty boys and girls from France, Poland, Hungary, Portugal and Italy have met who live and work in the mountains to see what "the mountains are ...".
These photographs represent their idea.



Realised Was This exhibition by the Participants of a youth international meeting, That Took Place in the Sesia Valley High from July 25th to August 1st 2010.
Forty-two girls and boys from France, Poland, Hungary, Portugal and Italy met the people who live and work In These mountains in order to Understand what "mountains are ...". These pictures show
Their idea.

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... challenge and passion
Silvio Mondinelli is a famous mountaneer. From His face you can see what kind of life He Went Through: hard moments, Challenges and passions.

Ilaria IT

... challenge and passion
Silvio Mondinelli is a famous mountaineer. From her face you can see the experiences he has lived through hard times, challenges and passions.

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... the home of someone
Mountains Are not just a place for tourists, But Also We have a home and to make an effort to Understand and Respect it!

Helder PT

... someone's home
The mountains are not just a place for tourists, but also a house, and we must make an effort to understand and respect.

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liberty ... In mountains, in touch with nature, we can feel really free.

Fabio Melo PT

freedom ...
a mountain, through contact with nature, we can feel truly free.

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... a perfect place to "enjoy the silence"
On the top of mountains I open my eyes and my mind to the inner reflection.

João PT

... a perfect place to "enjoy the silence" on the mountain top
I open my eyes and my mind to inner reflection.

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... a place to live
In Place Where There Is Nothing, I learnt in the silence of mountains That We Can Achieve happiness too!

Sónia PT

...
a place to live in a place where there is nothing, I learned that in the silence of the mountains can reach happiness.

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... Suitable
Mountains are in shelters Which Becomes Suitable Depending On Our Necessities. Sara Gomez

PT

... suitable
In the mountains we can find refuge if we limit our needs.

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... This passion
young farmer left His life common to follow His passion for nature, for animals, for Himself. This is a real adventure.

Francisca PT

... This passion
young farmer has abandoned the common life to pursue her passion for nature, for animals and for themselves. This is a real adventure.

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... relaxing
Why do not you go there? Walk a little and see with your eyes, how beautiful and relaxing They Are!

Ana Novais PT

... relaxing
Why not go? Walk a little and see with your eyes as they are beautiful and relaxing!

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... The Mirror of Our Mountains
soul can give up a different perspective of life Because People Are not Always What They Seem To Be.

Eduardo Costa PT

... the mirror of our soul
The mountains give us a different perspective of life because people are not always what they seem.

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... challenging and rewarding
These people live in high altitude hard on Conditions, But this Despi They Reached Their happiness.

Maciej Ignacy PL

... challenge and reward
These people live in difficult conditions at high altitudes, but despite this they have achieved happiness.

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...
It Was a wonderful discovery for me the first time in the mountains. Them I saw and felt really impressed and Dazzled by Their Enormous dimensions.

Aurélia FR

...
a surprising discovery for me was the first time in the mountains. Seeing them I felt really impressed and amazed by their huge size.

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... a place to escape
In mountains we can stay alone to think about Our Way of Life.

Jeremy FR

... a place to escape to a mountain
we can be alone with ourselves to think of our life.

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... full of life
Animals and men live in harmony, in the mountain areas. Moreover, keep animals are really nice with tourists.

Ingrid FR

... full of life
In the mountains, animals and humans live in harmony. Above all, the animals are really nice with the tourists.

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... Full of Risks
Mountains are not just a beautiful landscape with many Risks But an environment like avalanges, cold, snow, orientation ... Be Careful!

Tiphaine FR

... fraught with danger
Mountains are not only breathtaking views, but an environment with many hazards, such as avalanches, cold, snow, and the possibility of getting lost ... ago 'attention!

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... Mountains are good friends
a place where to walk in nature And Also a place where to find new friends or old Friendships make stronger.

Roberto

IT ... good friends
The mountains are a place where you can walk in nature, where to find new friends or strengthen old friendships.

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... making people hungry
It's good to take something to eat When you are going into the mountains.

Bartek PL

... appetite stimulant
When you go in the mountains is a good thing to bring something to eat.

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... dangerous
Mountains can be dangerous and can make us afraid. There are harder parts, I know many Accidents Can Happen. The secourist interventions are essential.

Pauline FR

...
dangerous mountains can be dangerous and can intimidate us. There are risky and therefore share many accidents can happen. The intervention of the Mountain Rescue is essential.

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... His house
After researching for two years, Joseph Discovered the ideal place to live. Now the eagle nest has ITS.

Mattia IT

...
his home after two years of research, he discovered Joseph has discovered the perfect place to live. Now the eagle has found its nest.

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... an amazing landscape
These beautiful mountains are a "mix" between a crazy discovery and great people! This landscape is really unique!

Alexandre FR

... breathtaking scenery
These beautiful mountains are just curious interplay between discoveries and exciting people, making it all very unique!

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... Between man and nature to challenge
Mountains can be really dangerous When faced in a superficial way. Alpine rescue help it not to Become fatal. Let's try to make it "useless" together.

Stefano IT

... a contest between man and nature
The mountains can be very dangerous if dealt with superficially. Mountain Rescue makes this challenge is not fatal. We try to keep them together ... unemployed.

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... pure life
Living Surrounded by unspoilt nature and lets your mind free Allows you to reach a different kind of happiness.

Alexandra IT

... pure life
Living immersed in pristine nature means that his mind is free and can reach a different happiness.

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... sensitive to wonder
There are lots of majestic views Often the Most Beautiful But Also The Simplest Things Are and the hardest ones to notice.

Alessandro IT

... a delicate marvel
There are many majestic views, but often the most beautiful things are the simplest and the most difficult to see.

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... Giuseppe Pozzi
poetry takes two hours by foot to reach Alagna village from His house, he's a great man and a wonderful philosopher.

John

IT ... poetry
Giuseppe Pozzi takes two hours to walk to his house from Alagna is a great man and a brilliant philosopher.

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... a chain of life
In mountains you can find joy and peace Admiring the pure harmony of huge rocky giants and delicate flowers.

Cristina IT

... a "chain" of life
a mountain you can find joy and peace while admiring the pristine harmony of the giants of rock with delicate flowers.

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... work and less
This man is working to make an homemade cheese. It's a part of the heart of Italian Alps.

Elodie FR

... Working men and
This man is preparing the homemade cheese, the heart of the Italian Alps.

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... more beautiful from the top
When you are on the top, you can see a big part or natures.

Piotr PL

... more beautiful when you're on top
When you're on top you can see much of nature.

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... The Place Where You can find your identity
Mountains give the opportunity to be alone with you thoughts: it can help you putting things together.

Gabriella HU

... a place where you can find their identity
The mountains give us the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts: what can help bring order and start over.

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... a place to relax
It's very hard to get to the top, it's a big challenge But after it you can relax and see a beautiful landscape. Relax and take it easy!

Eszter HU

... a place to relax
reach the top is always hard, and demanding a constant challenge, but once overcome we can sit and watch the beautiful landscape at our feet. Calm and patience, always!

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... a new lifestyle
The life of this boy is totally different from mine. I love These honest and open-minded people, who live here happily in Spite of the Difficulties.

Nori HU

... a new way of living the life of this boy
differs totally from mine. I love to see these people as honest and open, able to live with a smile despite the difficulties.

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... Hopes And Fears
Do We have the strength to climb mountains? Of course, just believe in yourself, nothing else matters!

Dorka HU

... hopes and fears
We have enough strength to climb mountains? The answer is certainly enough to believe in themselves, the rest are just words!

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... a good place for young people?
In the 21st century, in the running world, where, the Internet is daily routine, it is very hard to live in a small village, making everything from.

Zsofia HU

... a place for youth?
In a twenty-first century, in a world that is where the Internet is part of everyday life, it is very difficult to live in small villages, away from everything and everyone.

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... We are huge
small, Humans Are not allmighty.

Andris HU

... We humans
Titans We are very small and we are not omnipotent.

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... Still
You only need to Have a trip an open your eyes. Focus on details! Tama's

HU

... nature
You only need look around while you walk. Open your eyes, keep the details!

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... Within You
Let's make an eye-contact with yourself.

Szabolcs HU

...
Look inside you inside!

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... The Mothers of life
All the rivers of the world born on a mountain ... I know mountains With Their sons are Necessary for Our Life!

Marta IT

... the mothers life
All the rivers are born from a mountain ... therefore the children of the mountains are necessary for our life!

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... a home for animals in mountains
They Seem to feel really good in Their Environment.

Karol PL

...
a home for animals in their habitats seem to be right at home.

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... Nobody talks
freedom, disturbs, it's just you and nature as well, silence. You can feel free for real. Is not it hard in the modern world?

Adrian PL

... No one talks about freedom
or disturbs you, only with nature, pure and pristine ... silence. You can really feel the freedom. This is not difficult in the modern world?

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... just for me
In nature, Even When we are with other people, We Can Close Our Eyes That We are alone and feel. We have got moment for relaxation. Only for us.

Martina Zofia PL

... just for me
In nature, even when we are in the company of others, we can close your eyes and have the feeling of being alone. We can take a break and relax. Just a moment for us.

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... Walking
connecting people together in mountains and helping people even connects Each Other Better Than cell phones.

Jarek PL

... connected people
Walking together in the mountains and helping each other helps people to relate even better than a cell phone.

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... a mystery
Apart from small villages in the valleys ", there are still undiscovered places burdens hiding real miracles.

Martina A. PL

... a mystery
Except for small villages in the valleys, there are still some places that hide secrets miracles.

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... the beauty of nature
In the forest we can meet many kinds of animals and plants. We have to preserve biodiversity for next generations.

Aleksandra PL

... the beauty of nature
In the forest we can meet from many species of animals and plants. We need to preserve biodiversity for future generations.

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