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from school diary (2) Sixty

The Oct. 11 that it is the day Diary of my birthday in the blue cover does not say anything. From October 10 to October 16 is passed directly. What I did in those five days? We know that the October 11, 1968 is the day that Walter Schirra, Donn Eisele and Walter Cunningham expect to be fired into space. Apollo 7 mission. At 11:02:45 local time, leave and ten minutes after entering Earth orbit. To the moon as long before he Munchausen. In Panama, which is not only a hat, the military hit the state. On 12 October a black fist raised to the sky in the capital of the Aztec and already the police firing on students. As a consequence, on the other side of the planet, he felt blacks Angels to Canzonissima. On 13 October, Sunday. E 'of 14 October 1968 the Ministerial legislation that defines the "kit" of the design of a road. On 15 October in Rome, Pliny the Elder High School principal, right next to Porta Pia, prohibits the entrance hall in the "hairy" and on the same day made his debut at Surry University, a band of teenagers who, having found a suitable drummer, decides to change name and become an airship in flight ... Lead!

happening a lot in those five days of absence from the notebook into squares.
Meanwhile, I played for 16 October and set-design the first set of "many petals and a second of" a few trees. " On October 18, drawing the home of the alphabet. As large as the entire page. The facade of the consonants and vowels on the roof of the five .
really missing the H ... but you know, she's so dumb!

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from school diary (1) The reasons

"bamboladipezza68" Pia Maria Ferrante and Barbara Della Polla
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the year one thousand when I was taught to build my first doll. Here she is, she is the legendary, unbeatable and inseparable rag doll, accompanied by many dresses that I never finished because it was really difficult to use needle and thread. Chain stitch and holy patience! The first day of school, 2 October 1968, the book checked the teacher made us write the date, our first and last name. Mine was long long, double double surname and name. So I had already filled half the page. In the other half drew her, the legendary sixty. Then I do the more they take to school. They said that I better disturbed or distracted and disturbed. So I put in a drawer and I remembered most about her. The notebook. the one with the blue jacket, but he continued to fill. Before the auction and thread and I defy anyone to tell me what it is. Then the small pictures to color and the long line of letters of the alphabet.

A skin
son of Apollo made a ball of chicken skin
all fish were floating
to see the ball of chicken skin
Apelles made by the son of Apollo.

A mbarabà cici Coco
three owls on the dresser

making love with the Doctor's daughter became ill, the doctor

Ambarabà cici Coco

B um, the bomb fell in the sea

my mom I feel bad I feel bad in agony,
take the boat and fled.
Get away in the sea where the sailors

lavoran that night and day;
me my cat died
I died on Thursday:
a, bi, ci, daily.

C inquecento
knights with the bloody head with his sword drawn

guess what it is.
And they are cherries!
I have cherries.
I have cherries
that Maturana in the garden.

C 'was once a king sitting on the sofa

who said to tell me a story

maid and the maid began.
There once was a king ...

D fter the day is night,
after winter comes spring, the wine comes from vines
,
is the smoke from the chimney;
is the cow with the bull, the van
geese, two by two;
life and deep down
is a happy circle.

R inoceronte
that passes under the bridge
jumping, dancing,
he plays the ball,
that is attention,
making compliments, saying good morning

looking around.

goes round and round my head spins
I am exhausted!
ball ball, Cadima down!

T rentatrè Trentino Trento

entered in all thirty-trotting


T
roll top with no legs who walked without
chair sat
Trottolino as he did?

U ccelin
when it comes from the sea pens may bring?
can carry only three one two three

it is up to you


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Photo Massimo Gardone

He said any issue deserves to be looked at as if it were gold. He said he did not have techniques to teach, because the work is done by itself: it starts handling the matter. This may give the first impact sure that something comes adi nice, but just a nothing because this certainty disappears: The proposed remedy was rest. When I was tiring - he said - the work is not. It has a mysterious birth.
If you'd like to go: to be born at that moment, after you just can not.
It 's so delicate process, the work can be likened to a flower lose anything because just a few petals. Once the birth process, it may happen that the author stops before, but not because the work they died, indeed, often stays at a mysterious and grows over time.

photo installation The Garden of the stories abi (ta) will

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art dolls tell the March 2011 TBq

Once upon a time ... and there is still ... all fairy tales begin like this ... Once upon a time and there is still ...
A prince, a princess, a girl, a child, the king and his brothers, an ogre and stones left to mark the trail to find their way home ...
Here, it's when we return to house that we would continue the story and the tale.
We would like to remain with us, fairy tales and their protagonists, the narrator even when he tells ...
We would like to hear more tales ...

A workshop of storytelling, listening, and construction of rag dolls.
And then there are the dolls, to make and dress as you like.
Because every child has his own, as a traveling companion, and listen to new stories.

storyteller Fiona Samson
implementation models Ross Truccolo
from an idea of \u200b\u200b Sabina de Tommasi and Barbara Della Polla

workshop for children aged 4 to 10 years
dates
Tuesday, March 1 hour 16
Saturday, March 5 10:30 am Sunday, March 6
10.30
you choose a day at will
Free admission
No reservation required to 064560705
Library Theatre Quarticciolo - via Ostuni, 8 - Rome

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Merima salus non est nisi in the escape

Passage for perennial migration
salus non est nisi in the escape. There is no salvation except in flight, Ivo Andric wrote in the 30s and the same words apply now to define the feeling with which it was written and staged this show.
Portrait of a woman on the run. Merima Hamulic Trbojevic is a Bosnian journalist who left his hometown in 1992. The moment took place with the military plane which was to leave Sarajevo was bombed mercilessly, Merima has lost everything ... his identity.
writes herself in the third person in the book Sarajevo over the mirror, a hundred pages in which this identity will then be gradually rebuilt.
It 's a War told from the inside of a pain, light years away from rhetoric of the media and politics. The latest images of the story are left to watch a video light "Angels of Sarajevo" mounted by the SAGA group during the war continued to work in the besieged city.

watch the video with scenes of the show at the Stazione di Trieste Campo Marzio

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red girl goes on vacation

(suitcase - a moving sea of \u200b\u200bBarbara Della Polla)

All holidays parties controlled the family down in the city. It all started at dawn on the license plate 124 TS 93399 ... We have never changed residence ... so the machine does not charge more I can ... cases that emerge from all sides ... some presents for their closest family ... the cool box with everything needed for a picnic ... beach chairs and umbrella in the summer, winter coats and sweaters ... However, all packed in several layers: me, my sister, my brother, the latest in portaenfantes, Mom and Dad and the squirrel Thumper ... Thumper. what my grandmother took a broom mistaking him for a mouse and I found myself practically dead under the bed. TS 93399 and on ... to the city! I do not remember the prefix 5354, but the black telephone on the wall there were these four digits 5354 and we, my sister and I with this chant all the way: 5354 ... 5354 ... or plate ... 9 ... 3 .. 3 .. 9 .. 9 ... 9 .. 3 .. 3 .. 9 .. 9 ... 5 .. 3 .. 5 .. 4 ... 5 .. 3 .. 5 .. 4 ...

Trieste went to find the family: the brothers of her mother, grandmother Baretta, the aunt and her daughter Mietta In. We get together every Christmas. A long long long table ... we are many. You eat the caponata, cavatelli, focaccia with potatoes and those leading lambagioni Aunt Memena from Bari in the suitcase. Once Aunt Memena broke the vase, inside the suitcase. It smelled of vinegar and all the clothes were soaked with oil and she arrived at the table with those of the grandmother's clothes that were three times larger. Baretta
Grandma ... that always repeats aschifiu finiu ... and I do not know what that means. He took me to sleep in her big bed, so there is no grandfather more. The sheets of soap know ... her Russian and I can not sleep. I pretend for a while and Russian too, following his breath ... but she continues. I did not sleep the rest ... so I get to play. In a drawer I find a lot of things. A ribbon, red white and green ... as the flag ... but the colors are more faded, like the memories ... On the tape, there are flakes of metal. One for each child ... nine ... there are nine ... one for each child ... my grandmother had nine children Baretta. The largest, Tonino, died of pneumonia at age 18. Another son, uncle Italo, Palermo has always lived with her aunt and then one day it was already the largest reported in Trieste and then he went through Italy on foot, to return to the island in the South disguised as a woman.
But this story you have to ask him. Because only uncle Italo able to tell it. And maybe you will tell you about the Foreign Legion, love and greek.

But this is really another story or another trip. Grandparents

not make it to keep as many children and had left there, the sister of his grandfather, might forget what was always dressed in black. Grandfather Philip Fefè was in Palermo, was a telegraph operator and moved from south to north without even realizing it. Another son is now in Rome ... another in Conegliano ... a daughter in Milan ... two to Trieste ... then there we followed the mother's teacher. Many
, we have always been many, as all families in the south. The children are the wealth
said the grandmother, she had made the world 9.
Now we're in 35, thirty-five grandchildren grandmother, and no matter if the money is not enough.

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ROBES ARTIST


A traveling workshop of writing sewn.

Attire Artist is a project born in 2006
and still has much to tell.

If the history of the world could write by the clothes and the skillful hands of women who have sewn, then we could draw a notebook of notes to rewrite the geography of the world.



imagine the art of dressing, including cutting and sewing and words of other languages \u200b\u200bthat are interwoven as a means of learning and repeated precise codes that are recognized in all cultures: slow movements, patients create and maintain memory as in the stories handed down and written a thousand voices that come together in chorus. An ancient gesture, and that stops the thoughts and knotting: a letter next to a point, a color next to a sound, weaving, to give substance to form.

a book sewing photographic interpretations