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Tra gli italiani la solidarietà non esiste. Esiste la complicità. (Indro Montanelli) Essendo io italiano, non posso non pensare al disastro di un paese bellssimo dove l'unico grande e vero disastro alla fin fine, che porta alla distruzione di tutto quello che questo paese ha saputo costruire di grande nei secoli, è la maggioranza degli italiani, ovvero il 90% degli Italiani (ma sono bugiardo perché dico il 90% ma in realtà penso almeno il 97%). Aver lasciato l'Italia non mi rende particolarmente orgoglioso, ormai viviamo in un mondo talmente interconnesso e globalizzato, che in forme più o meno attenuate si ripetono ovunque i "modelli" imposti da quelli che David Icke, che da trenta anni ricerca la verità su chi governa questo mondo, definisce "psicopati", e che io, seguendo però il mio punto di vista, definisco satanisti, perché la loro non è una follia, la follia compete all'essere umano, ma quello che questi "psicopati" vogliono imporre è ta...

At many things we feel awe but at nothing more than at man  (Antigone – Sophocles)  It is usually said you must never start a book like this: One morning I woke up, I was tired, I was discontented of my life, I was sad and depressed... But one morning I woke up, I was tired, I was discontented of my life, I was sad and depressed... And I knew why. I was stuck in a nowhere zone, buried by the impossibility to find the right story to write. I was writing two books at that time. One was about a young idealist who took part in the Italian Risorgimento. I got my inspiration from Ippolito Nievo and his last day of life. I wanted this story hinged on his last trip from Palermo to Napoli. Everything had to happen on board of the steamer Ercole, before the shipwreck. I wanted to use the techniques of flashback and foreshadowing to recollect all the story of Nievo, from the day he was disembarked from one vessel in the port of Marsala with a thousand of other red...

Quando finisce una guerra le bugie degli sconfitti vengono smascherate, le bugie dei vincitori diventano Storia (Arrigo Petacco) Palerm, March 4, 1861. Monday. The sun shines on Palermo. It is 12:20pm when the old steamer Ercole releases its moorings. It is headed to Naples. On that steamship the last members of the expedition of the Thousand Red Shirts, the last ones left in Sicily, have embarked - the arrival is scheduled for the following morning. Three hours later also the Pompei left the port of Palermo, a steamship by far faster than the Ercole. On the same route, there are also two rickety tartanes with high-sounding names, the Angel Raffaele and La Madonna dell'Arco, and also an English war vessel is on the same route. It wouldn't be solitary navigation. But after turning a few degrees north-east and disappearing on the horizon the Ercole vanished, without any trace of ever existing. Can the bad be more abundant than the good? Red Shirts   Once...