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Foto Živile Abrutytė In ogni relazione come in ogni lavoro, disciplina, arte, tecnica… vi è un incognita che gioca un ruolo fondamentale: il fattore umano. E nessuno ne è immune. Anche nell'essere felici, una volta raggiunto uno standard di felicità il fattore umano può essere decisivo per gli equilibri. La tristezza di Diego, la sua pigrizia abitudinaria da una parte e la radicalità di Rūta e il suo modo di vivere fondamentalmente com- pulsivo dall’altra costituivano due fattori umani che venivano a confronto. Per quanto si dessero regole sul come cercare la felicità e mantenersi felici tuttavia, i loro istinti, pulsioni, desideri, disposizioni naturali qualora fossero forzati da agenti esterni interferivano sul comune stato di felicità. Il venerdí per esempio nasceva spesso un’interferenza per cui il loro livello di felicità tendeva a collassare. Quando arrivarono a casa Diego aveva ripreso la sua condizione di ottimismo e Rūta era di nuovo rilassata...

Her favorite place in the house was the kitchen. In the kitchen she spent her days: she read, she prepared the dinner, she made calls, she wrote emails, she worked and cried, she laughed and thought. In the kitchen we made love, often. The kitchen was full of her self unlike any other part of the house. There (in the kitchen) she had erected her inner sanctuary, fortified her self and learned to esteem and trust in herself or how pleasurable was to torture herself on questions that could not be answered. She never wanted to share that space even with me. She housed me in that space but it remained exclusively hers. From every other space she excluded me in the black days of menstruation. Who was in those days the hidden Demiurge that broke the world and the space surrounding her? Did that Spirit decide for her and spoke for her? In those days it seemed that every thought of her mind had already been decided in spite of her will . Her thoughts no longer were direct to...

Foto Živilė Abrutytė Quel pomeriggio uscendo da Impuls, la palestra dove andava nel dopo pranzo, era abbastanza indeciso sul che fare. Era indeciso se andare al Cafè Huracán o alla libreria Vaga di Pilies gatvė. Entrambi erano stati fra i suoi luoghi preferiti. ‘Erano stati” in quanto ora aveva cominciato a pensare di evitartli, perché si sentiva osservato. Sentiva che la gente cominciava a domandarsi chi fosse e che facesse. Troppi mesi che trascinava i suoi giorni per quella città che ogni giorno di piú diveniva meno estranea e perciò piú angusta. Quando non hai un lavoro, quando cerchi di venire fuori da solo da una situazione che pare irrimediabile, quando non hai che te stesso a cui aggrapparti perdi il senso di appartenere al mondo, perché il tuo universo ha i limiti delle tue stesse capacità. Il mondo va secondo i suoi schemi, le sue velocità, i suoi usi, le sue leggi, le proprie dinamiche. O riesci ad entrarvi o vai controcorrente. E Diego stava andando controcorre...

We were on the trolleybus number seven that afternoon.. We had taken it at the stotelė , bus stop, near the train station after leaving the restaurant. The trolleybus was freezing and almost empty. Perhaps driven by the cold and by her frozen feet because of the snow that was covering streets and sidewalks in Vilnius Austėja came closer to me, pulled me in and squeezed me so tight, and finally kissed me. That being (self) that until a few moments before had inhabited a private area and was a far stranger to me suddenly decided to open up in that kiss. I felt the disproportion between the silent being that had lived before when we were in the restaurant and what was disclosing to me now, the inequality between the being that I had perceived in the distance and the being that I perceived in the vicinity of the physical contact bred by her kiss. That kiss assumed the form of a point of union that seemed to invite us to reconciliation, understanding and reciprocity. - Pala...

Uno dei temi piú scottanti e intriganti della situazione politica ed economica in Lituania è la continua pressione che la Russia e paesi satelliti (Bielorussia ) esercitano sulla società lituana, sia a livello economico, politico, militare, di intelligence e di propaganda; temi che finiscono per intrecciarsi ed essere l’uno inscindibile dall’altro. E’ interessante scoprire come sotto un andamento sociale apparentemente tranquillo calmo e quasi apatico si intrecci un fictionalism feroce teso ad affermare i propri interessi dall’una e dall’altra parte. E’ ovvio che la Repubblica Lituana ha ogni diritto di affermare il proprio davanti all’ingerenza di paesi stranieri. La Lituania è, e per sua sfortuna rimane, una delle zone privilegiate (per posizione geografica e storica) degli interessi politici, economici e militari della Russia di Putin. Il capo dei servizi segreti lituani (VSD) Darius Jauniškis ha dichiarato al parlamento lituano che con l’ avvicinarsi delle elezioni ...

foto Živile Abrutytė She halted a moment to look at that sky, the sky above Vilnius and for the first time thought it was the most beautiful sky in the world. Perhaps for the first time she loved that country battered by people who wanted only her unhappiness and where nothing seemed to happen because people didn' t love changes in their gray lives. She gripped Rebeka's blonde little head and tightly pressed against her breast. She squeezed her hard enough to the point to maybe hurt her. She then felt her blood flowing into Rebeka's. But Rebeka was sleeping. The sky - she thought - is like a mother. She can be angry, but does not deny love for her children.

My love didn't speak ezòpinė kalba* . She was direct and stubborn in her decisions but I had changed her. She had become opened and softened. In a country where lying was necessarily the way of life or alternatively silence (not to say) was preferable to lying, she had began to trust me. Even though she frequently had relapses she trusted me now. She had prepared her favorite dish, šaltibarščiai . She wanted me to try it. She wanted to convey me all the love she had for things. Love is rooted in concrete things. Love is not born from commitment, but from unexpected. It starts from afar and continues in all possible directions towards a destination you will never know. She looked at me eating šaltibarščiai . She had an indecipherable look, sluggishness in her eyes however. Next to her, on the table, stood a copy of her favorite newspaper: Žmonės . A similar scene might make one think of a silly woman but she was not. She had deep feelings beneath the surface. A sensit...