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A mild winter in South Africa. Ke Nako .* - part 2 -

Compendium half-seriously to the knowledge of the city of Johannesburg and the South African people.


Winter
starts getting cold. Tonight the temperature 4 degrees. E next week it falls dangerously close to zero.
Today for the first time I saw a cloud and a cool wind swept the African Plaza in the center of the IBC.
E 'nice lunch outdoors while the warm rays of the sun warm the dining tables.

Jozi, June 10, 2010
Awakened by an orchestra of vuvuzelas. 5 o'clock in the morning of June 10.
The day starts badly.
The work absorbs me totally and the adrenaline I always wakes up at least one hour before the rising morning. The people of

Vuvuzelas
The people of vuvuzelas and 'overwhelming and incontrovertible.
every corner of the unmistakable sounds Johannesburg strangled sound of the trumpet damned: there are of every shape and color.
Yellow, green, amber, black, blue. Marketing vuvuzelas goes crazy and there are colored with flags of the nations present at the World Cup.
The air we breathe and 'more and more' thrilling.
The South Africans are really proud to host the World Cup and their friendliness 'turns out to be a quid in piu' pleased that our days.
To witness this intense desire to demonstrate the great potential 'of the rainbow country, a huge crowd yesterday accepted the Bafana Bafana on arrival in their hotel in Sandton. Meanwhile, in Soweto and
'party continues. The township welcomes tonight (right now as I write) the concert Black Eyed Peas, Shakira and Alycia Keys. The vuvuzelas
play wildly. Night falls and the temperature drops and return to the hotel, tired after a long day.
Tomorrow 's time. It starts to get serious.
This country wants a win. The people deserve it.
I dare not imagine what will happen 'in case of victory.
But I want to live it.

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A mild winter in South Africa. Ke Nako .* - part 1 - A

Compendium half-seriously to the knowledge of the city of Johannesburg and the South African people.


Let me be clear. Even in Africa there is the winter, and it happens here at 1753 meters above sea level in the sunny Johannesburg, Jozi better Jo'burg or better yet, the winter is knocking on doors in a warm southern hemisphere.
During the day, a warm sun keeps the temperature about 20 degrees, while at night the temperature can drop dangerously dancing about 6-7 degrees.

I write from the fifteenth floor of the Hotel Parktonian while a series of police sirens through the night dark and dangerous streets of the suburb of Braamfontein remain desperately empty. The area is considered high risk area and is strongly recommended not to walk alone, day or night.
Our trips are provided by coaches that we recover in the square opposite the hotel and leave us at IBC: prisoners as the worst, our lives have deadlines and innocent escapism.
In fact, our hotel we can go (always accompanied by minibus) in areas considered safe: Sandton, Melville, Rosebank, where you can find restaurants, shopping centers and think for a moment that life here is normal as the rest of the world.

This country is completely the opposite. In everything. Water that runs backwards (from northern hemisphere) drains from sinks, to the extraordinary warmth and humility that the South African show.
you ever been accepted chessoio in a restaurant by a smiling waiter who says, "Hey, hello! How are you? ". Enter in your offices, accepted by the custodian of the building, asking you how are you? Matter to people here, and even a lot, apparently.
are so little used that the rest of salt and on time every time I take a bad picture.

Despite the difficult social conditions, this country and these people know the great opportunities that are ahead of the rest of the world can show that despite some inadequacies can cope with anything with a few simple words.

Hey, hello, how are you?

* Ke Nako = (Ki Nako reads) In Zulu language, translation "The time has come." Sutu The language is one of the 11 official languages \u200b\u200bof South Africa. Ke Nako is one of the mottos of the World.

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network. The network. Tears from heaven

Take this sinking boat and point it home
Glen Hansard, Falling Slowly, Once


stormy sea in stormy winds whipped I fought with force, momentum and pride.
I debated like a fish caught in the net.
I struggled. I tried to extricate seeking new paths, to save myself, to overcome myself.

I had swum strongly and with great concentration for a long time, knowing another me, changing myself, against all odds.
I passed the coral reef of myself.
I sailed with experience, to discover my limits with confidence and wisdom.

And now here I am. Tested by a long period because of expectations, illusions, confirmations, new discoveries and disappointments.
Here I am struggling, panting, frothing and flush the shot and get ready for a new long journey.
A perilous journey into far seas, unknown and fascinating.

Awake in the long nights of full moon, I think back to the errors, the tactics, the imperfections of this strange life.
The music resonates in my ears as I browse on sight, thinking of how to exit from the network.
I struggle but I can not.
Cosi 'I try to swim as' fast, to speed up, but there' s just no way.
I end up caught in the net.
And I do not untangle more '. And I do not
untangle more '.

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I was thinking Saturday afternoon while pouring rain to attend a football match in Serie B.
I was there, as always, when the links are grenade, I was there as usual for that color blood, sour, strong, visceral.
I was there for a game against a team practically relegated to the brink of failure, without history nor blazon.
And I was there, like many others.
Why was the Taurus.

And today, as every year, I'll be there.
Since walking with dad nell'antistadio scarred of that temple which is Philadelphia.
Since, during a lunch break I consumed my meal sitting on the ruins the stands demolished by people without memory.

It was raining hard, and as' so often in this day and I stroll inside, trampling the grass.
From nowhere, a benevolent cloud and a timid ray of sun in the sky and the tears stop it convinced me to stop.
worked a few steps from Fila and I could not spend those few minutes there, the stadium of Heroes.
Two sandwiches eaten lunch break in the silence of the most incredible of my life: well, I said ... I ate with Heroes, I can return to the office.
When I got out of the field here in the rain. Abundant, prickly, bad.

That day there was rain and fog.
There were the Invincibles on the plane coming back from Lisbon.
honor and keep his memory alive for those who need that color blood, sour, strong, visceral.

going to rain tomorrow.
And I'll be there.
Why is not football.
not typhoid.
E 'respectively. And 'love.