Monday, April 30, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
A particular form of camouflage is mimesis (or masquerade), in which the animal does not hide itself, but resembles to something else of no special interest to the predator, thus not being noticed.
Simple but effective, this is the form of defense I was advised to adopt by my counterparts in Nangarhar. As my North Face shirt made me too easy to spot, I was offered a typical Afghan outfit.
And to make my mimesis into an Afghan complete, I was given an Afghan name: Zilmay, young.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Matteo is leaving tonight to Afghanistan to bring the Afghan rural poor out of poverty.
It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it…
(See you on May 1st. Bye for now...)
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
And as the epic poems, I could write pages and pages on today's adventure.
But my first words are words of thanks instead. When I first started preparing for the marathon, an experienced marathon runner told me ‘Mindful: preparing a marathon does certainly require a lot of commitment on your side, but it requires even more commitment from the people that surround you, and that do not necessarily share or understand your motivation’.
True, and for this reason I would like to thank Mathilde for having presented me with the time for training.
Thanks Mathilde, when I faced ‘the wall’, the stretch between the 30th and the 35th kilometer, I thought that if I had given up, I would have wasted your present. And I clenched my teeth and continued...
(And now, what will the next challenge be?)
Friday, April 13, 2012
Not ‘orecchiette ai broccoli’, as I erroneously referred to in one of my past posts, but ‘orecchiette alle cime di rapa’ (turnip tops orecchiette) is the local speciality.
Does this picture need any further comment?
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
In the XVIII and XIX centuries the trulli became legalized, and the farmers started using the mortar to build them, and the know-how of building them ‘a secco’ (dry-stone) progressively got lost. A peasant of Alberobello, the capital of Trulliland, told us that the last person who knew how to build a trullo died in 1975, and with him the art of building trulli has been lost forever.
Today, because buying and restoring a trullo has become extremely fashionable, many young architects ventured themselves in trying to understand the secret of the conical roofs.
But the results are not quite the same…
The story of the trulli is a very Italian story.
Italy is, regretfully, worldwide known, beside for its history, art and culture, for its tax evasion. The story of the trulli is a story of tax evasion.
They say that in the middle age the farmers of the area, in order not to pay the taxes on property (the equivalent of the ICI, or, now, IMU) created these dry-stone constructions, so that they could immediately dismantle them in a pile of stones when the king’s tax inspectors were visiting the area, proving that they did not own houses.
According to the legend, the roofs were built in a conical shape so that they can be rapidly dismantled by removing one single stone.
Brilliant, isn’t it?