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this morning in the fog, I came across in real life. Rather, in a possible variant of real life. I pedaled to throttle, because I was late as usual tremendous. I did the slalom among the people walking along the bike path, wondering irritably why did the old folks retire should leave home at dawn. To me that the old folks are very nice - apart from those who do appreciate slippery when they see me jogging in the summer and how much would be for twenty years younger and a bit 'out of breath more - but they usually do this very hard to understand it. And every morning I get nervous, as if for the first time I see them. In the meantime I had to yell even against the fog, which already last night made me angry, because, after having been a friend of mine, I had to drive to the 40 wide-eyed and sleep despite the pain in the ass, despite the inevitable at critical moments - attached to the seat, with the reflection of its lights to facilitate the whole. This morning, even snebbiava, that the fog was like rain, if you walk up that you do not notice, but if you expedite a minimum or if you go by bike, like myself, you feel like being inside a sauna, and infinitely more cold with a moisture content compared to that tropical forests are dry. But perhaps those who do not have to deal regularly with the phenomenon of fog, like the rest of us are of the area, can not understand me fully, but believe me when I tell you that the word is unbearable. In short, all taken by the leadership of my two-wheeled racing car, to control the clock and curses to cry in the deep mattutinsclerotico of myself, I risked to invest two living beings. A man and a dog. A blind man with his guide dog. And this afternoon, as I ran, I could not help but think back to that time. I figured this would be like if, instead of February 26, 2008 an embarrassed mumble "excuse me" and then set off wildly to the library, I had stopped and I parked the bike. As would be closer to the man and ask him his name, the name of the dog. How would ask, 'Would you walk with me? If you want the story to the world around us.. " What then, what I said? Well, maybe I just started and the fog effect which shows the Rock Imola wrapped in her curtain. I would have said that all had something of a medieval, ancient, mysterious. I would then reconnected to the feeling of last night, seeing little guide to how the road ahead, having the feeling of being separate and distant from everything and everyone. We laughed while I described what had been an angry old woman with a driver who had slowed down the last second, though she was on the pedestrian crossing for some time. We would probably joke about all those things that until a moment before I looked like the end of the world. And, if we had been together all day, I might even try my hand in the representation of the fog that slowly rises, giving way to a pale sun, but spring already. I would have taken to the street where I'm going to run normally, I would have told to leave the dog and let it run in the fields and in the meantime I would have got a bit 'of colors, from light sky blue to violet flowers, the winter blues houses at the green grass in the gardens. And I thought it would be a much better February 26.

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, quite simply, they say a good movie. For men

I rely on a trailer and reviews found on the network to get closer to a movie last night that sent my heart and my tear glands into a tailspin. I tried, I swear, I tried to write anything that could even resemble a comment, but I do not think to live up to. The only thing I can say is, if you have not already done so, to go see this masterpiece of our cinema. In defiance of the Germans, that they are all envious.




The film, "delicate" and "touching" was directed by Antonello Grimaldi ("A crime impossible," 2000), based on a screenplay by Francesco Piccolo ( "Days and Clouds", 2007), Laura Paolucci ("The event horizon", 2005) and the same Nanni Moretti, who also appears as an actor. The story is essentially inner experience, hence the undeniable difficulties of making it on the screen.

summer the manager Pietro Paladini (Moretti: "I am a self-sufficient," 1976; "Bianca," 1984; "Palombella Rossa", 1989, etc..) And his brother Carlo (Alessandro Gassman: "The turkish bath - Hamam, 1997) are found by chance at having to save two unknown women who are at risk of drowning at sea. The same day, just returned home, Peter finds his wife Lara died, which necessarily disrupts his life, especially because it is to deal alone with the education, growth and problems of his daughter Claudia (l ' newcomer Blu Yoshimi), a ten-year-old in fifth grade and that, while apparently giving no signs of serious disorders following the death of mother, is inevitably forced to carry within themselves a burden too big for his age, the balance of the child is hanging by a thread and not only his, as his father, all too aware of the delicacy of the situation, he felt the duty (for her), but the need (for him), to cover it with attention and can compensate for the absence of the mother. In doing so, Peter gives to relatives, colleagues and acquaintances more concerns than it confers on the small Claudia: In fact, his decision to desert the work, ignore all (in particular of an impending merger between two companies) and give up a coveted job position, to pass Instead the whole day in the garden under the school of her daughter, waiting for the bell or a glimpse of Claudia at the window, on the one hand creates loops in piety, understanding, solidarity, admiration, esteem, on the other those who knew him in perplexity, anxiety, concern, desire to help him get out of that condition. After all, life in the park are less boring than you might imagine, every morning going through the same people who tend to be almost complete strangers to become friends or at least points of reference to cling to, or more often cling to Peter, as was the centerpiece of a microcosm of everyday ritual and ritual gestures. The park thus catalyzes the various characters: Simoncini Eleonora (Isabella Ferrari: "A Taste of the Sea", 1982), the rich lady saved by Peter in the water, which will have an unrestrained intercourse with the final call, his secretary Anna (the nostrana Alba Rohrwacher increasingly launched in the film "My Brother is an Only Child," 2007; "Days and Clouds," 2007; "Heartache", 2008), Mr Sam (the always good Silvio Orlando: "The bag man", 1991) 's friend and colleague, Jean Claude (Hippolyte Girardot, "Love suspicion", 2005), licensed from, and even the great businessman Steiner (Roman Polanski's "Tess", 1979), jealous of Eleanor, the airhead sister his wife (the original Valeria Golino, the envy of fellow Scamarcio: "Breath", 2002), Jolanda (Kasia Smutniak: "Thirteen at the table", 2004), a girl who walked the dog, always following the same path, the classmates of child, parents, teachers, a mother with a child "differently abled".

The overall picture that emerges is at least original, delicate, deep, intense and touching, thanks to the performance of the protagonist Moretti, who finally returns to the screen by a film actor with more comprehensive, in the wake of "The Son's Room "(2000), abandoning the narrow (though pleasant, engaged and politically incorrect) horizons of the first film, which trapped in the role always equal to himself, sewn to measure and not to export abroad. In this case, however, Nanni actor manages to keep under the lines, not to overdo it, not to become the usual caricature of himself, hitting the target and thus creating a moving family tragedy and human, universal key for the mourners who knows how to touch and appreciated everywhere in Europe and worldwide. Between the first and last Moretti is apparent as the difference between the first and Benigni Roberto Benigni "La vita è bella", and it is true in both cases some progress over time, although there is much more to shaping and improving terms of acting, a great first step, however, has been made since 2000 both came out - so to speak - their "backyard" (and "backyard"!) to take part in more comprehensive works. As for the letter of the CEI (Italian Episcopal Conference), who criticizes the final sex scene in the film because it was too heavy and thrust, it is worth mentioning the right answer Procacci producer: "The letter speaks for itself", since when in fact a producer, director, actor or actress must be accountable for their actions to the CEI? The protagonist of the scene and the director discussed the need to support the hub within the thematic structure of the plot and probably does, but even if they do not, only this account or if the scene is justified / justifiable or not within its filmic context: everything else is boring ... and the reference is to censorship of any kind (ideological, political, moral and religious).

The film (112 min.), The drama, the novel by Sandro Veronesi (Bompiani), was produced in Italy in 2007 and released in theaters by 2001 from 8 February 2008 Distribution. The decision of the criticism is good (three stars out of five), and in fact it is a deep and intense film, to see at least for the scene of despair lonely Moretti (grade 7). Paolo Mereghetti, for "Il Corriere della Sera", writes: "(...) Moretti shows all-round actor. (...) Alessandro Gassman as his brother as a happy odd couple with Moretti, Valeria Golino gives the impression that it could be that her body to give the sister of Paladini, messed up, emotional and unsettling. What , quite simply, they say a good movie . "Nevertheless, in Berlin the German criticism is divided: there are those who advised the Italians to deal with things better suited to their character (pasta, for example) and give up the cinema.

Review by David Borrello.

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My, as well as our, dear Mr. President Obama. Dr

My, as well as our, dear Mister President,

After a fight not having its equal with the brothers of the Cabal Verdadera Masonry and Universal Masonry of Great Britain and Scotland, I can assure you that you shall win the election to the office ofPresident of the United States.

You are the unique candidate who cangive back honor and prestige to the United States of America which have been tarnished by the Bush administration. For reasons of which you are well aware, the "all time cheat" of the powerful lobbies could well again happen, thus eliminating, momentarily, your chances of being elected.

However, you need not worry because you shall remain the real representative of your people, of your country and of the rest of the world which believes in andstrives for democracy and the liberties for which we fought. We also believe in a sense of responsibility, including yours.

I regret not to be able to inform you personally of the following, butyou are certainly aware of the reaons which keep me here inSwitzerland. I noted that you did not use the information enclosed inthe letter I sent to Ms Hillary Rodham, in September-October 1993. The letter was sent "registered mail" from the Postal Office, PlaceWilson, Nice, France, and was received by the White House whichapposed its official seal on the return receipt.

My letter informed MsRodham of the preparations which lead, eight years leater, to thehorror of September 11, 2001, information which she should havecommunicated to her husband, President of the United States at thattime.

My condition as an "Italian political refugee in Switzerland" createsgreat problems for me. Manuela Birgit, my wife and an Americancitizen, can do no more for me and the US Embassy in Bern wants tohear nothing about my case after having received notice from thegregarious followers of President Bush.

Good luck to "our" future President. My wife and I have great hopesthat once you are elected President, our dramatic situation willchange. We have no doubt about your ethics and your honorability.

My wife and I extend to you and your family our warmest greetings.

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I'm not disappeared, do not worry. A little 'black by commitments and Scazzi different, but still alive. And sorry if I did not have time to respond to your brilliant and interesting interpretations of my dream-hallucinatory hallucinogen (yes I know, I know you would have preferred if I had posted a allucirosse ) as soon as I'll try to fix it. And see also here and there in your zompettare bloggosi corners, leaving a few words and a trail of scent "grape-kiwi" of the wonderful bubble bath that now stands in my shower.

Meanwhile, to cheer the waiting, I leave you a nice treat that I found recently in the mail. I did smile, I hope to do the same effect on you, my friends spippolosilosi. Good weekend to everyone.

LETTER TO LUCIANA Litizzetto ANDREA BIAVARDI, DIRECTOR OF THE MONTH "FOR MEN"

I confess. I succumbed to the temptation to buy the new men's magazine 'Magazine For Men'.
Besides, how could I resist the fascinating topics announced by the cover (which, incidentally, portrays a man with a face like a dick and a white terry towel that does so much 'cool by dressing')? At least four
memorable titles:
- 'Let her say enough tonight!'
- 'Rich by Easter: 15 great ideas'
-' Tips: eat twice halves'
- 'Stop smoking, and flights to the Caribbean '.

I do not want to disappoint the gifted director Andrew Biavardi, but to say "enough" on a woman are already very good all by themselves because usually we have had enough after the first three minutes. Your challenge is to make her say "AGAIN!" To the limit. Think about for the next issue.

regard to the slogan 'rich by Easter', well, Mr. Biavardi if he wants to do things properly, in the next issue also attach two nice gadget: hood and wrench.

the promise 'Eat two and become the middle', however, they also tend to believe. You have to see half of it. If I eat twice, Mr. Biavardi, I get the exact half of the Parthenon, in fact.

Finally, also on the cover depicts the word 'Quit smoking and flights to the Caribbean'. Look sir, I have never known someone who has stopped smoking and who went on a tropical island to celebrate. On the other hand I have heard a lot of people who start smoking illegal substances and he made some trips without even leaving the house that she did not even imagine.

But this is only the beginning. An illusion that the worst is already all over the cover but no, the best is inside!

On page 52 there is a compelling and informative service with photos editorial on 'How unfasten the bra ' which takes account of the various models (classic, seductive, sports ...). Apart from the intelligence service itself, I would like the council to quickly undo the sports model, which is: "If you give us a spirit is cut with scissors! . Biavardi, I assure you that I am a woman very funny, but if a man who may have known little, in a moment of intimacy draws me out from his pocket a pair of scissors, at least I think it's the monster of Milwaukee and best's kicked in the balls that the month after the person in question moves from her Donna Moderna Magazine For Men.

On page 50 then, you touch the top thanks to a service that addresses the thorny question: 'If your pet iguana tries with your wife' . The article says, in fact, that there are several cases of sexual harassment against women of iguana with the cycle. Listen Mr. Biavardi, she has never seen a woman with a cycle? Follow me sir, do not speak of a woman riding the scooter. I speak of women in those days there. Here look, I have those days in the wax It's cousin and the friendliness of Godzilla, I would approach to within a hundred yards included a Velociraptor is' iguana.

And finally, the apotheosis itself: the test 'Are you a stallion or a duffer?' . The questions are among the funniest things I've ever read in my life. In practice, you are deemed a stallion if you answer yes to questions like this: 'Did you ever do with a woman and, shortly afterwards, with his roommate?' A lot of times! At the nursing home 'Domus Mariae'. O 'To be called by a woman asking if you can come to you at nine o'clock in the morning?' Yes, of course, by a representative of Elf. I will stop here. Women, console ourselves: once a month we will have our own things well, but they have once a month for Men Magazine at newsstands.

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Abstract: I am studying Svevo. In particular, as it happens, the "Conscience of Zeno". Now, say that this book is steeped in every line of Freudian psychology, is an understatement. Too little.

will fly, not to bore you (but especially not to bore myself, now that the mental strippo Cosini I sick and tired), the details of this, I must admit, a beautiful work of our first-twentieth-century literature . E planer (I also have to land after flying from somewhere, right?) Directly on what really interests me. This is a seemingly intractable question: I am well aware, in fact, how many brilliant minds have been questioned in the course of centuries, the thorny question of the interpretation of dreams. You say: "Sigmund gave birth to a special treaty on the subject, why not of engaging him?". Why I, as a big dreamer, which I consider myself, I'm happy not to reduce the significance of my productions night (oh my God, it sounds bad) to cold psycho-scientific explanations. My dreams of any kind whatsoever, from the grotesque to the tragic, from the pornographic comic, deserve more. Deserve fantasy, which I think is a great thing to be imaginative.

And here come into play you, my dear. You should know that among the thousands I've done, there is a dream, in particular, I was pretty well printed well in the memory. Although to date back to the years of elementary Still, for idearlo, my single neuron Gina should not have sweated who knows how many shirts, although they are sincere, give rise to a certain disgust.

" E 'on my birthday. They are still tiny peak, eight or nine years at most. As every year, I invited my classmates and some other boyfriend to my house to celebrate. Mom prepared ciocorì I love so much: that is Pops, Mars and butter. Daddy, as always, will entertain all of us in letting us play at the Merchant Fair, giving away lots of candy, chocolates and peanuts. Suddenly the doorbell rings, I run to open but I encounter a person who not only did I not invited, but I just do not know. And 'a man of color, young enough. He says it may go up, that he wants to leave his gift. I do sit, but the stranger is a word just long enough to deliver the packet and then goes away. I and the gap inside the box, I just a nut. A simple nut. From the living room of my buddies call me, then support the nut on the desk in my bedroom and I get to celebrate for the rest of the afternoon. When, in the evening, after everyone had left, I go back to my room, the nut is still there. Exactly where I had left. Only it's open, split in two. And out from it a huge spider web, the threads of which branch off in the direction of all four walls. So that, not only in its center, but in the center of all my room I see a spider to sit motionless on the size abnormal. "

Fantasia, fantasy people ..! How you interpret it, this dream?

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There are images and feelings that came to my mind when this song takes me away and part with him. The same kidnap me if I look at the photo of me and Vale posted 2 days ago, but stronger. Because when the music is tied to certain memories, there's the piece that takes. Because when this song starts again is summer, is again the sea, is again Mojito Beach, is a new thirst for a fresh mint leaf to slide slowly from his lips. Above me the stars took the place of the sun caressed me everywhere all day. People before me, a lot of people, drinking, dancing, kissing, sticking his hands everywhere, but to seize curves for some nice soft side. Emotion inside me strange and strong attraction to the same emotion. I am surrounded only by my tanned skin, as if the skirt and tank top I wear no longer existed. ".. Relax, take it easy .." I feel lighter and lighter and I feel that I could drink forever, because the more drunk so I could not anyway. Something in the veins, more powerful than alcohol, more powerful than any drug .. I can not give it a name, but no matter. A funny picture insists on offering me a beer, pass by me at Yale as a ping pong ball, hoping that one of them sooner or later give way to his clumsy attempts to approach. But I'm not there anymore, that body What time is moving is no longer my own, my gaze pulls him away and pushes his arms raised, between the passion to two breaths very close between the synchronization of two docks waving urgently looking for himself, like two magnets. For a moment it seems that summer will stay forever on those notes and that those stars may be there, to dance with me, unaware of time and life forever and fears and all that is pure pleasure and happiness and smile. The beach is flooded un'ebrezza by magic, the grains of sand are bright gold that rains down on all those bodies and sticks to them, to further emphasize their sway .. .. they play together they blend into each other 'else.

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I rarely wander among the television channels in the afternoon. Either because now my permanent home became the library, or because, even if you were under my roof, I do not think I would try any kind of pleasure to see what offers Mediaset or RAI or La7 or MTV or any other channel Pincopallo. But as they say, when Muhammad does not go to the mountain, behold, the mountain lifts her big beautiful ass and go to Muhammad. So today, in a moment of pause and add, of great boredom, I started to wander around the net. Not for your wonderful blog, which ones I want to look them calmly, and not when they are in terms of a corpse because of fatigue and smaronamento more in total. The fact is that I lost in one of those sites full of gossip and spetegulèz, from whom I learned the names of two new tronista that a few weeks camping in Men and Women, one of the most-useless never existed. Along with Big Brother, Island of the Famous, the Farm, Door to Door, Matrix, One Morning (or morning? Bah!), The Trial of the cook, the usual unknown, One Hundred Against, heritage, Mouth .. then I say that I am committed to even write with a capital letter.

But the point is not my disgust with the Italian television. The point is that the 2 tronista called Valentina and Paola. And I want to show them to you:

Now, I can assure you that I know of two girls, a Paola and Valentina, a blonde and the other payments as the ladies above. And I show them too:

Now tell me, my dear, we are or we are not faced with a spectacular example of the usurpation of the throne?

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anger. Anger at the time that I let go too often without actually living it. Anger at the paranoia in my head and get drunk I can not contain, enclose within a barbed fence. Anger at the lack of protection that I offer to my heart, exposing it to weather the storms of my lunatic. Anger at the thousands of "if" that can never be transformed into facts and leave pales in comparison to a thousand-and-a "but." I watch them fade away, property and disillusioned. Anger at the tales to which I cling to the good intentions only theoretical, for the nice surprise to find that dream back to a page that I decided to turn. I feel anger for the independence that I would like to close the noose around the throat that I feel every time I would like to draw me my hours and my living space, followed by another even more stifling than the guilt for not being grateful to who keeps me. Anger at the disappointment of the Alma Mater Studiorum of Bologna, because of when I attend seems to me to look at my future through a broken pair of binoculars, which refers to blurred images and distant, unreadable. Anger at missed opportunities.

anger, and too much. A healthy anger, however, those that do not put your feet on the head with remorse. Which do exist, but which does not grant the honor to hold the rudder. Spippy grits his teeth and feel that they can shake off all those weights that do not make her smile as he would like. Spippy clenches his fists and a plan to live a life that is not his. Spippy maybe also try to resume writing as he did once, why fix some ink stain on a white sheet is the equivalent for her to get in front of a mirror and try to understand what goes and what does not. For what and for whom getting drunk is really worth of paranoia and what and by whom, however, it is better to practice abstinence purifying.

I have a notebook in front of me, one of those for children, with figures outlined only by dark contours. It's up to me to decide whether to leave them in black and white or color.

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CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

TO ALBERTO GONZALES, ATTORNEY GENERAL

WASHINGTON DC

PETITION

To be given to Congress of the United States of America

Dear Mr. Gonzales,

I have always worked with « intelligence » organizations linked to the United States of America (USA) and have always respected the principles of liberty and the fundamental rights of man as written down in the Constitution of the USA. I ask therefore to be auditioned by the competent commissions of Congress so as to verify the veracity of my declarations concerning

1. the attack made on the US Marines of the Peace Force in Lebanon in 1983 where 250 US citizens lost their lives ;

2. the terrorist plane attacks on the Twin Towers, September 11, 2001.

It was with a great sense of responsibility that I supplied the US, Italian and French authorities with information on these two events, respectively months and years before they took place. However, my warnings were in vain.

I also informed the Italian authorities of the terrible responsibility of certain national institutions which had planed and executed acts of terrorism which had killed and maimed many innocent victims, such as the attack on the Bologna train station in 1980.

Also in the 1980s, my US « intelligence colleagues » asked me to encourage the Italian Minister of Defense to modernize the fleet of military aircraft and bombardiers. They did not want to assume this responsibility directly and found in me the perfect advocate. After a ten-year minitious preparation, my purposed was attained when I publicly announced the obsolete, dangerous and costly aircraft fleet of the Italian Air Force. The consequences of this scandal, in which billions of dollars were stolen by political parties, by the Minister of Defense and by superior officers of the Italian Military Forces, and which had lead to the construction of war planes in a partnership with Brazil, obliged the Italian government to change their air fleet and purchase the F16 and/or F18 from the United States.

However, the Italian government also had to change the motors of the « Brazilian » planes with Rolls-Royce motors and modify the armament systems as well as all the electronic devices. The total cost of the acquisition and modification of the « Brazilian » airplanes cost the Italian tax payers almost 50 million dollars for each air plane !

My rending public the corruption of the Italian military forces clearly exposed me to great danger. Attacks upon my life were made on three occasions, the most serious one being a car « accident » in 1991 (my car was pushed over a cliff by a huge black station wagon). It was a miracle that I remained alive but I had over thirty broken bones and stayed paralyzed for six months !

Upon the advice of US intelligence officers, I left Italy in December 1992 when the Italian secret services (Sismi) and the Ministry of Defense were ready to arrest me for reasons which were perfectly ridiculous and entirely invented. I was ultimately declared innocent, except for a « detail » which was of interest to the Italian Military and for which I was condemned to a 10 months’ prison sentence. I decided to leave Italy and traveled to Nice, France and Barcelona, Spain until I returned to Italy in January 1994 since I had received notice that all charges against me had been dropped. However it was a trap. I was arrested on January 9, 1994, sent to the prison of Regina Coeli where I was kept in solitary confinement and tortured until my release from prison in August-September 1994 when I was put under house arrest. I had gone on a hunger strike for 40 days and the authorities were afraid of the reaction my possible death would provoke.

Again, in 1997, I was advised by US military officers to leave the country. The Italian secret services (Sismi) had given Judge Cherubini of the Court for Minors (a special court whose existence can be traced back to the time of fascism and which escapes all democratic control) the order to arrest me and place me in a mental institution ! I decided to go to Vienna, Austria, where I was under the protection of the Vatican, in order to submit myself to various psychiatrical, psychological, neurological and psychosomatical tests in specialized university clinics. The results of these tests evidenced that I was in perfect mental condition and a psychologically stable person. I sent the results of these tests back to Italy. The judge who had given the order to arrest me and put me in a mental institution was « eliminated ». After my return to Italy, I stayed in the house of Ms Anna Maria Angelotti Fileccia whose lived in the Park of Marcigliana. There I was in permanent contact with the US military forces who warned me that an assassination was planned to eliminate me.

In March 2000, I decided to definitely leave my country and all my possessions and asked Switzerland for political asylum, as provided for by the Geneva Convention of 1951 and the Rome Convention of 1950 and all their subsequent ratifications.

Switzerland maintains me in a condition of « imprisonment » for the past seven years and deprives me of all my human and social rights such as the sequestering of my passport and all my documents.

The Italian consulate in Geneva informed all the Italian regional associations as well as Italian nationals with whom I had relationships that they should avoid all contact with me. I have been branded as a « very dangerous » person and as a « professional killer ». Rumors have it that I am a false political refugee and a « dangeous mafioso » ! All these manœuvres are naturally intended to isolate me.

You will find here enclosed a letter I wrote to the President of the Council of Europe in which I evidenced the illegal actions of Switzerland since no one can be deprived of his identity and of his freedom of movement (1). Mr Davis, Secretary General of the Council of Europe, replied to my letter by saying that activities contrary to international law committed by Switzerland are a « private affair » which cannot be judged by the Court of Justice of the European Union ! Apparently the Council of Europe is composed of villains who wash their hands like Pontius Pilatus.

To overcome this blockade, I sent a petition to the European Union to ask its government composed of the European countries, to take this affair into its hands since the European Union must respect the Convention of Rome and the Declaration of human rights. Countries which do not comply must be judged and if they are found responsible, should be eliminated from the European Union. I am sending you herewith the petition (2) which I sent to the President of the European Parliament, M. Hans-Gert Pöttinger, in Italian (an English translation is in preparation).

The United States of America has observers in the Council of Europe as well as in the European Union. Instructed by your honor, they have the possibility to intervene on my behalf in these two institutions. Your country and your military industry know well all that I did in behalf of the freedom, the security and human rights in your country and in the rest of the free world, although my actions were often accomplished outside official rules and regulations. Your country now has the possibility to pay back its debt to me. I only ask that my fundamental rights be respected and that I be allowed to live the life of a free man.

Professor Charles A. Kupchan, expert for the Council of Foreign Relations and professor at Georgetown University, declares that “the security of the United States will come from a political Europe capable of asserting its values and of defending its interests in a complex and unstable world.” However Europe is represented by men and women that are traitors to its founding values of democracy, freedom and human rights and will thus never be able to defend the interests of the United States and the civilized world.

I will be grateful for any actions your country might undertake to help me achieve that aim.

Alessandro Vanno de’Vanni

Geneva, 22 ^nd June 2007

Attached : My letter to the President of the Council of Europe

My letter to the President of the Parliament European Union

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