ħaikus

No song titles today for this short post I’ve been just reading Repubblica, as usual, although I’m not really interested in what happens in Italy nowadays, and I found this terrific picture. Two of the men I most despise: both very familiar with controlling, insulting and… killing journalists. One is even mimicking to shoot on a reporter. How tactless But, as usual, I didn’t expect anything else. Did you?
I’ve been also reading that apparently Berlusconi has been voted by the majority of well educated Italians… This is scary and bleak… As I told before: it’s not Berlusconi, it’s Italy. Hopefully my friends would soon better understand why I won’t ever go back there.

Today I reserved a couple of minutes to seriously blogging for my assiduous readers… I’m confident that soon or later I will be on track again with daily posts.

3rd episode: How Dutch am I?
My parents are Italian, I grew up in Italy, I lived there for almost 25 years (oh my gods, 25? no way), I’m definitively a Muggle. I can’t even hope to be a Squib, but if I try hard enough I might become a Muggle-born eventually Ok, enough with Harry Potter metaphors. I’m Italian, this is unfortunately incontrovertible. However, after last Monday’s elections, I feel less Italian than ever: I think that it doesn’t matter whether Berlusconi has too much power (especially on the media) or not, a large majority of Italians voted for him because they believe in him, in his sanctity and his abilities. They recognize themselves in him. I don’t. I feel much more German than Italian, as I several times told to my boss Timo back in Amsterdam. He was kind of surprised, actually
But in the last days I was also wondering how much my Dutch experience signed my life. Two weeks ago I was walking through the market on Hackesher Markt and I found a stand to buy Wilhelmina pepermunt, dropjes, even Calvé pindakaas I felt very nostalgic. Even more last Saturday, when a lot of Dutch tourists were in the city, speaking loud enough for me to grasps some words here and there. On top of that, my iPod suddenly played this song by Bløf:

Alles is liefde
Alles is liefde
Voor iemand zoals jij
Voor hem, voor haar, voor mij

How romantic

Do you miss me? Do you miss my posts? Like the desert miss the rain? Be happy! Now I’m twittering again, because microblogging is sometimes easier Just go on my Twitter profile to follow my updates, even by SMS! You won’t miss me anymore.

Another way to follow my updates is on Jaiku. Haikus on Jaiku, it’s funny, isn’t it?

The most powerful way is obviously via Plazes, because you won’t only know what I am up to but also my whereabouts… Have fun with it!

Berlusconi is going to be Italian PM again, with the support of the most right-wing and xenophobic parliament after WWII. I don’t really know what to add. Italians apparently want him and I can’t change it…

The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers

Some suggestions for the upcoming (tomorrow and Monday) Italian elections:

Yes, we can.