I am deeply disturbed by the horrible situation and dramatic loss of life in several hospitals in Gaza.
In the name of humanity, I call for an immediate humanitarian cease fire.
Grillo giustamente s’adatta al clima di fiera retromarcia verso il 1954 e, posseduto da Franzen feat Crepet, sacramenta contro social, telefoni, social network, e tutto quello che un suo sosia ci ha spacciato per anni come i migliori mezzi possibili di democrazia.
Mi fanno diventare grillina mi fanno. Nei giorni in cui a centinaia di migliaia di persone si toglie il sussidio i parlamentari chiedono l'aumento di stipendio e sventolano cedolini, parziali, da migliaia di euro al mese. Per non parlare di tutti i benefit come copertura medica.
Per i Talebani “gli strumenti musicali corrompono l’anima”. Quella Talebana e la dittatura più oscurantista che esista al mondo. https://t.co/mhJyhdsq8I
L'articolo di @valigiablu sul caso squallido del murale pro-Russia di Jorit a Mariupol citato dal Guardian qui 👇
Photographer says street artist used daughter’s picture in pro-Russia mural | @lorenzo_tondo
https://t.co/Yhfph5iKJb
Nei giorni più caldi della Storia d’Europa, con picco delle temperature in Italia, Giorgia Meloni dice al raduno di Vox che le destre devono far fronte comune contro la “follia ultra ecologista”.
Non dev'essere semplice dire sempre la cosa sbagliata al momento sbagliato.
DESOLATION ROW
I don’t know if this has ever happened to you. But it has certainly happened to me. I have entirely lost my appetite. I cannot eat more than two or three mouthfuls of melon, or of pain aux raisins. Sometimes I have some chocolate or a protein drink and all day a little bit of water. But otherwise my appetite is dead.
I have felt nauseous most of the time and have vomited. When I see my sons tucking into a massive salmon and cream cheese sandwich I am shocked by how much they manage to consume. Friends bring me the most delicious food they can think of to try and tempt me, but there is not a particular taste I am looking for. All food repulses me. But because I have been living in a hospital since Christmas, it wouldn’t be surprising that I have become disillusioned, and no longer read the papers or watch the news.
I have no desire to watch movies or comedy shows. In the evenings, before Isabella leaves me, she always reads to me from my friend David of Bromley’s blog, and then several delicious pages from Elton John’s autobiography, which always cheers me up before the long fear and desolation of the night, that I have to go through alone. It isn’t surprising, since I am so depressed and ill, that my libido has died. At least one more discouraging thing.
I found out in Rome that the doctors there have been giving me a small amount of anti-depressant. I didn’t ask for them, and I didn’t particularly want them, but I discovered they were on my pharmaceutical agenda.
Here, in this new hospital, they have doubled the dose, since I didn’t much notice I was taking them anyway. Asking around my friends, it turns out that at least 50% of them have been, or currently are on, some kind of anti-depressants. Some have been running major institutions on them.
One friend has been taking them for twenty years, because he has reproachful thoughts after midnight, and has no intention of giving the meds up. Other friends have been off and on them for most of their lives. They all ask me what particular variety I am taking but I can never remember the name or pronounce it. I never wanted to take them since I have my own cure in psychoanalysis twice a week. One friend said “anti-depressants get you to the party and psychoanalysis enables you to enjoy the party once you get there”.
I avoided them because I didn’t want to mess with my brain, which I require in order to be a writer. But I am beyond that now. I am suffering more than I deserve.
I cannot believe that I have been living on a dementia ward for three weeks, because that is where they have been able to find a room for me. It is worse than a bad joke. The cries and howls are very disturbing. Previously I had led a lucky life; I had all the luck in the world. Now it has run down. I spend as much of the day as I can with friends. People are still keen to visit me. I have given up writing for conversation. I can no longer make things up for a living - it seems too artificial in the face of this absurdity - and I have to say that the conversation has been a lot of fun. I like listening to others. People’s generosity and kindness has overwhelmed me.
In circumstances like this you really find out who your friends are, and how loving people can be. I wish I had been kinder; and if I get another chance, I will be.
Hanif xx
Fa un po’ impressione che un capo di governo europeo sottolinei l’importanza della «difesa dei confini esterni dell’UE» rivendicando la bontà dell’approccio «securitario» dopo che centinaia di persone sono appena morte anche per via del suddetto approccio. Empatia sottozero.
Ci risiamo: il ministro Lollobrigida ha detto che non esiste una “razza italiana” ma “un’etnia italiana” da tutelare, *soprattutto* attraverso le nascite.
Dopo la “grande sostituzione”, eccoci qui con un’altra teoria di estrema destra – quella del “differenzialismo”. Un breve 🧵
Tredicesimo giornalista ucciso seguendo la guerra in Ucraina, secondo un calcolo del @risj_oxford. Tutti uccisi dai russi. Zero dagli ucraini. Forse possiamo inserirlo, questo fattore, nel surreale dibattito italiano sulle responsabilità della guerra.
Mio figlio studia in Germania: frequenza gratuita e studentato a prezzo calmierato. Certo, anche lì non è facilissimo trovare posto, ci sono liste di attesa, ma prezzi come quelli italiani non esistono. Studiare in Italia è un calvario. https://t.co/IjOZrhvPb3