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Enrage the tyrant

The tyrant is angry.
It is not because a random guy thought he can travel from the world strictly south of his kingdom, and at the same time pretended to get close enough to look him straight in the eye.
Nor because this south is not so far. Since, as the overvalued boundary geography states, the Americas are two, not one, and Honduras is part of it as well as the US.
It is not because the lovers of hope and improbable horizons are more than one, but four thousand.
Nor because they reveal the intention to break through that wall of lies and folly between the land of reserved opportunities and Mexico.
Not because we talk about a caravan of migrants without any trace of fear of the sovereign liar.
He is infuriated the same.
He perfectly knows that the utopian plan will fail, the prospectors of the future have no chance of entering the naked king’s garden, undressed of every humanity’s fragment, and that the guards appointed to defend the world conquered thanks to native blood genocide, …

Worse than the prison

Worse than the prison.
That’s how the inmates used to define the detention centers for illegal immigrants in the United Kingdom, where more than twenty-five thousand people pass each year.
Rehabilitation is not provided.
There is no trial.
One judge, the government.
No defense attorney.
The prosecution does not need a witness.
No look for evidences.
While the strange type of defendant, guilty of poor birth, can not appeal to any court in the world.
There is no criminal sentence to be issued.
And, therefore, no limit to be affixed to the sentence’s duration.
Because it starts from afar – read as well that unfortunate first wandering on earth, and just as far away it will find peace.
There are cells, indeed.
So the guards and legalized abuses.
Anguish and fear.
The deafening silence on the sweet side of the barbed wire crown, the true boundary that divides the earth into two unequal parts.
Worse than the prison, yes it is.
But, feeling even more bitter, worse than life itself which the u…

Mare Ionio Mediterranea: war or peace

The Mare Ionio (Ionian Sea) vessel sailed last night from Augusta to Libya and is part of Mediterranea, the first international sea mission fully organized in Italy.
The project, supported and financed by various associations and political exponents, will officially have tasks of monitoring, testimony and denunciation.
Meanwhile, the number of migrants dead in the sea that divides Europe from Africa has reached its historical highs. According to a new study by the researcher Matteo Villa, of the Institute for International Political Studies (ISPI), only in September 2018 20% of those who left Libya were deceased or missing.
Waiting to see how the current Italian government will counterattack, the war continues...

I will go.
And I will wait for you on the bank.
I will go the same and I will sail.
And I, to shake the sea and your heart, I will blow on the waves.
I will dance among them and I will feel bravery staring at the future that I have never even dreamed of.
And I, to attract mon…

Immigrants and thieves

Imagine you are an immigrant.
One who migrates and who must do it to survive.
Exactly, imagine you are one of the many, for some, the few, for many, who has all the credentials not to be rejected wihout any discussion, let's put it this way.
Spend everything you have on your journey, suffer from sickness, cold and violence, and after a hellish trip you find yourself on the island of Lesbos, in Greece.
Now, you could think: what luck, Greece, you say? The land where in ancient times considered a duty to give hospitality to those who asked for?
You see, my friend, the key part is not hospitality, but in ancient times. Otherwise, Americans are the first migrants in the world, as are Italians, Spaniards and Portuguese, etc.
So you find yourself in a detention camp for asylum seekers in the city of Moria.
What you mean with detention camp, you might ask. A prison? Come on, I wanted to survive and you put me in a cell like a criminal? Is it a crime wanting to live?
Yes, I know, in thos…

Happy birthday Horst Seehofer

Happy birthday Horst Seehofer.
Best wishes to the German Minister of the Interior.
Happy birthday to the Teutonic Salvini.
Sorry for the delay, of course, because you celebrated your personal anniversary the 4th July.
Eight days ago.
Here is the distance between the inhuman madness of inept people with power and the sad reality of the unfortunate souls on this earth.
You were to toast before the 69 candles turning them into human trophies, blowing them away like negligible flames of equally insignificant existences of wax.
You have chosen to rejoice in front of the grotesque coincidence of years on the shoulders and expelled lives.
Well, it will be because you blew with excessive arrogance.
Or, perhaps, it is simply a cruel fate to realize beyond all expectations your wishes expressed during the festive occasion.
Keep laughing, then, be consistent with the brutal cynicism that pervades your body.
Because a 23-year-old man, who had lived in Germany since he was 15, once in Afghanistan …

The List of dead immigrants

Once upon a time a list.
The list of 34,361 women, men and children who died trying to reach Europe and find a better life.
Once upon a time a story, indeed.
A fairly, but not so impossible one, if you pay attention to facts, instead of fake news and ignorant screams.
So, once upon a time women, men and children that would fill a small town, not great as many used to say.
Well, let’s imagine it.
Let’s figure families and friends, travelers or just human beings arriving in a little city, one of those that doesn’t get so many tourists.
But there is life, anyway.
There will be for sure.
Once upon a time, and it is now, a world where there is place for that.
A chance and a right to survive.
Getting food and shelter, a wonderful list of two, an easy one to remember and more than all realize.
Once upon a time, sadly, 34,361 women, men and children disappeared somewhere.
But still asking for human answers and actions...

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Aquarius boat migrants story

Once upon a time there were human lives, because this they are talking, writing, and shouting away about.
Once upon a time there was a ship full of life.
Once upon a time there were nations in war with words and illusions.
There were once maneuvering plutocrats and enslaved bureaucrats.
Once upon a time there were populist digital leaders and digital peoples without leaders.
Once upon a time there was a continent of frustrated hopes.
Once upon a time there were desperate lives looking for a future.
Once upon a time there was story.
Repeated again, again and again.
Sadly equal to itself.
Here it is the world's most loved sport, in which we have all qualified with all the disgraces.
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Special immigrants ranking

Yes they are.
On chairs where you least suppose that, if you got out now, a not much lines from fullness and, above all, thought foundations.
Well, is not evading such troubles that nowadays the ferociously populist inhabitant makes his unquestionable deductions?
Is it not with the same rough calculation that he decides and then elects?
In short, is not it sufficient to understand the post’s title to give away the destiny of lots of generations?
Nonetheless, if you had got time and interest to see more, I inform you that ten thousand special migrants from all over the world arrived last year in Australia, a record nation for this particular ranking…

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Immigration Stories about new Italian government

Relaxing in the lodging of a word that you have relentlessly deflated of all sense.
‘Left’, just like that, along with the crucial themes which you should have taken a reliable position on.
I’m talking about migrants, let's begin with the least stoppable one.
You voted for the fascism when you started to persuade yourself that being a left guy merely meant tolerating the strangers, rather than being the one who greets the newcomer with open arms. And you did the same in the right instant you assumed immigration meant exclusions and ships, borders and fences, falling into the miserable difference among illegal immigrants and second generations, among economic migrants and political refugees…

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Immigration Stories about migrants today

According to a disturbingly eventuality the most racist governments used to describe themselves as the most devout ones, including the emerging Italy administration and its new premier.
A few days ago, I went in the Sanctuary of Rivotorto, in Umbria, and inside the beautiful Hovel of Saint Francis of Assisi, even though I knew it, I read again the Canticle of the Creatures, but with my modern eyes.
First of all, I want to say I am not a religious person, however, those lyrics seemed to me further blessed, when changed to the need of a lot of methodically forgotten creatures…

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Immigration stories about Rohingya refugees

In that brief moment of rediscovered courage, held in the embrace of our brotherhood, we become one with our only friend.
We are the umbrella, therefore.
We ourselves are the border between the life we have and the one we should have.
Because we are the love for the land we occupy, wherever it is, everyplace it will be, which resists and survives everything.
It cannot rain forever, it was said.
Well, when it will stop, because it will do.
Will be...

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