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are melodramatic, I know, they tell me in many, and they are also imbued with a melodramatic of all those mental superstructure and clichés typical of my time, and the succession of the new year always catches me a bit 'unprepared, filling me with these thoughts a bit' well, banal, corny, probably similar to those that will do the mayor with the Archbishop in the square at midnight.

But taken from the hubbub of the New Year, by greeting cards, which are not sincere, but now have become pestilential as plastic bags, and toast, I said to myself You see that this year I took the tragic drunk? and in fact I began to think of the Gaza Strip.

A word to the thought that all everyone, absolutely everyone, TV and newspapers, and Neoelezioni Paleoelezioni, constantly trying not to make us do. But it is for goodness. A little 'as if we wanted to help in short, to swallow a bit' more dignified in red panties that handful of lentils that this year we have to swallow in the vain hope, as per tradition, to have more money (and that there will be) (and thankfully) next year.

And just to reinforce a bit 'common places that we eat a generous tip, even in a poultry house as noble, it seemed terribly unfair that we were all here to gulp Sparkling Spa and think whether they should get the black sweater on the orange skirt, or vice versa while there, in Palestine, this happens, it seemed almost an abomination consider myself a human being committed to sanctify all the holidays, while there is death all around no longer even know if the man dies for us or we .

And if you dare! here and also here .

But I wonder, where are they now all those people who constantly invade our lives, those who know everything, those who are experienced, those who speak of justice, good and bad, good and evil as if they were sandwiches with sausage, those that make a great pomposity for love, food, and the next, life, children, childhood stolen?

Not me, sorry! This past year and for me, I'm there with them in Palestine, just to be sure that there is still a little 'love and the capacity to suffer for others as we ourselves.

And it La Grande Bouffe , then, to everyone else!