Fabrizio Ulivieri

Non dà l'un porco a l'altro porco doglia, l'un cervo a l'altro; solamente l'uomo l'altro uom amazza, crocifigge e spoglia (Machiavelli, L'Asino) One day of my life not far from the year that changed the world throwing it in a complete folly I probably had a premonition. A crazy idea surged ahead of my mind, to link Dostoevsky to David Icke. Was it possible? I wanted to connect the ruthless search for the inner madness of man to the madness of human existence lived inside a hetero-directed society lead by occult forces. Was it possible? as Camus says Dostoevsky 's characters do not fear the ridiculous [1] and cruelly question themselves and live in a madness that leads them to social ridicule. Didn't David Icke benefit of the social ridicule from a society directed by invisible powers because of his way of living and thinking? I didn’ t know if The Anunnaki were Reptilians, as Icke maintained, or not. I knew that there was a gap, a fracture be...

It was a bright cold day in December, and the snow was swirling around Lukiškių aikštė. Alvaro R., snuggled up into his ample coat in an effort to escape the freezing wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Vero Café, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of iced snow from entering along with him, and left behind that glass partition the-already -3.30 pm-darkening-city-of-Vilnius. Alvaro had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, had gone all the way slowly, resting several times on the way. Now he had pain in his whole leg. He was nervous. He looked around. She wasn’t there. He got a date with her but she wasn’t there. He was disappointed. That young girl was going to make him go crazy. He knew it. On each place where he went, he saw her round and hard buttocks. It had become an obsession that made him so furious. His heart was beating fast, he sweated and was short of breath: under that agency, he felt her eyes follow him about wherever he moved He looked back, looke...