Bitches, bombs and Flags

Today is the 31th of october, and i'm writing not because i need that, but because one day i would read and fix, with words that i can't choose, that day.

Two days ago i was walking between turkish flags  waving in everywhere in Osmambey, in the Turkish Republic Day, breathing joy of live in your country. 

It was a feast day, of proud and unconditionally happy acceptance, that it's not ever a good thing because it hasn't a critic sense, infact i mean in a negative way; but in italy i miss the proud, i never felt proud the two of june, maybe because i feel that nobody feel that, and there are waving flags only for football matches.

In italy i'll found infact, waiting me at my return, the old issues of "La Stampa" near the library, and i know that all the first pages will expose all the imbarassing newspaper articles that i can read online, and it will be the parade names of the Premier's dental igenist, , the Premier's journalists, the Premier's Tv presenter, the Premier's bitches and the Premier's aides, the foot cleaner, soup-cookers, rather if woman, maybe busy in some ritual totally naked.

Today, 500 meters far from my home in Istanbul, a man blew himself up, and i can't understand how the most important publications can propose for more than a week in first page supped and useless articles on sex political scandal that, at the day appear only for turn-attention about the real and radiated social disasters.

I live here and i'm happy about it, i'm happy of fighting in this reality, hard reality, real reality.

Tonight, only a few hours from the attack, walking by foot in Taksim, all was exactly equal at the other evenings, other days, people walking eating a "dondurma" and police stayed here and there hanging rifles from there necks, like every evening.

The "normal" word", "but it's normal, horrible, but normal".

Death habit.

From 27 years Istanbul is subjected to terroristic attacks, until 8 years ago there was weekly attacks, 60.000 people died in that until now, and i understand that the country can't do anything. They can accept the fear, live it, can accept and stop. The most incredible thing to understand for me, is that for everybody life continues.In a few Hours life restarts like ever.

11,11,2010