Comments Arts Free An incredible evening to Thursday, where I think we were all really excited and proud of this Second Life which, unfortunately, outside of the Metaverse, it's still too little.
We have always complained of the divisions of the Italian groups, isolationism of the land, yet, for once, we have shown that a significant purpose and in the name of culture, is can work together.
The idea, apparently simple and not too demanding, we got a couple of months ago through a notecard signed Alice Matroianni ... "How about if we do something together for the day of November 25?" Asked gallery owners, artists and other "avatars" that deal with culture in the Metaverse. When we agreed to think any of us had in mind as the project would then be raised. Rionione after the meeting, email after email (rivers messages on Facebook) 2LEI has become a unique event ... 10 groups together to work side by side with the sole objective to ensure a successful event, beyond the personal, and I do not even say how many artists are involved ...
I think our greatest pride is born by the maturity with which each of us has worked. Everyone has made available its experience and expertise, all different, all unique and so valuable (and I believe it is worth pointing out that all they did in their spare time ....) ... The union then, was not de-personalization.
I think the biggest asset in terms of content is derived from the fact that each of us has maintained its specificity. The Free Art exhibition to talk about my group, is an exhibition-style Free Art, which has always (with very few exceptions) the group shows a preference for personal, because it aims to promote the poetry of each Solo artist. But the same can be said for all other facilities, all of high quality ...
units, each in its diversity: it is the biggest gamble we can do and I think it failed.
Personally I would like to thank first Gianmario Masala, the artist who exposes us to 2LEI, for the high quality of the works that led the group The Branco, which has accepted my proposal to the flight of collaboration with Terence Back that gave voice to a very intense two texts, the first he had already read during the evenings reading that his group proposes that the land Aarab The Phoenix is \u200b\u200bliterally hard, strong, I suggested that touching me ... And here is another big thank you to Mark Grockle , another artist Free Art, rl doctor, who long ago I had read this letter from a colleague and when I asked if I could make it public because it is an intermediary with the author (that Andrea, another doctor at the hospital Regina Margherita di Torino) to do with obtaining consent. It 'important to talk, it is also important to punch in the stomach of those who, like us, live in countries happy, not to forget those who have just had the misfortune to be born in other latitudes. A moment of horror for situations such as described in the letter may not be used to change the world, but, as they say on the Holocaust and even more so when it comes to most modern problems is the duty "not to forget" ...
why I also decided to attach below both the texts read for Free Art, thanking all those who have spoken ...
(Simba Schumann)
Jack Crowd - Women in rebirth
More sunsets , Most of the flight of a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth.
When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall.
What one says is over. No, never finished for a woman.
A woman always gets up, even when he does not believe, even if you do not want.
I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by anti-personnel mine that makes the death or illness.
I'm talking about you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, which is a test every morning, worse at school.
you, implacable judge of yourself, as your boss that you decide if you will look at or if you have to condemn.
So every day, and this novitiate never ends. It's you that you do it last.
Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man;
who are terrified that a story will take off the air,
flerti not with anyone because you're terrified that someone from entering the your life.
Worse, if we remain caught in the middle you, then you suffer like a dog.
're tired there's always someone with whom you have to justify that you want to change, or that you have to change for you tenertelo close.
So you're cultivating the loneliness inside.
Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other: "I'm fine. I'm okay, I'm better this way."
And the sky falls by another palm.
Or that boy you're going to live, have lived there at Christmas and Easter.
In man we've thrown in the soul and is a long time ago, and I've thrown so much blood that one day you begin to look for you in the mirror because you do not know who you become.
Whatever the case, now you're here and I know there was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement.
Wherever I was, we were close: In your story, your work, in your solitude.
And it was a crisis, and you cried. As God cry! Do you have a water source in the stomach.
You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle.
So, suddenly. You could not hold him.
And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air will dry out the dark cheeks?
And then you've dug, you talked about ... As you speak, girls! Tears and words.
To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain.
"Why I do this? How is it that I always repeat the same pattern? Am I mad?"
If they are asked for all. Then go down with the bulldozer in your story, two-, four-hands, and jump out thousands of pieces. An intricate puzzle.
Here is where it starts. Did not you know?
E 'by the great liver that takes you to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again.
Why does a woman again, however, has an instinct inside that will drag on and on.
You will need a strategy, you will need to invent a new form for your new you.
Why you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself.
You can no longer be what it was before. Before the bulldozer.
not you excited? You will attract interest slowly.
Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time, it's like a diesel.
Party plan, you There. But when you go, go in the race.
E 'adventure, rebuild themselves. The largest.
No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains or the haircut.
I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new" skirt with a flower or a cool blonde curls.
Why must all understand and see, "Beware: the site is open, we are working for you. But most of all for ourselves." More
of sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the greatest wonder.
To the person who meets and for herself. It's spring in November. When you least expect it ...
Letter to Andrea Marco
Dear Mark,
Well, my boss deflated by two years for me here, until the nth call (at a time of apparent mental weakness) [end] I agreed.
I do not mind being the party, if I did I'd never see this place.
you want to rejoice with some beautiful place. In the days
past I have seen for the first time in my life infibulated women, and to understand what it means: it happened in the room at the time to put the bladder catheter to a lady operandi.
do not know if you've ever had occasion to see such a thing ....
Well, the lady in front had nothing, everything flat like a doll pretend, of those children. Just below, at the posterior third of what was once the vulva remained a hole diameter of 2 cm, flat bottom. If you got up with a retraction of the flap skin before suturing together the two reconstructed labia at the top were the vagina and urethra (the highest). Of course there was no trace of the clitoris, that is removed. At the front of the groin was all flat, there was only a vertical scar outcome of the suture, made by the mother or aunt, according to what they told me.
Try to imagine what it means to urinate or have cycles in a situation like this anatomy. They tell me fact that infections are on the agenda. Well such mutilation is done at the age of 6 years on all women. All the nurses, doctors, Arab women here are like that. And if they were not being rejected by others like them that make them the pariah.
There is one addendum: the female amended remain so until the wedding, then it is "open" by the husband to have intercourse sex. Then when you get pregnant the "collapse" until delivery, when you "reopen". So they told me.
I do not make comments!
They sent me to also visit the refugee camp of Mayo, the refugees of Darfur, to understand local conditions.
Words are not enough, and that the surroundings are not much better. The only difference is that in the refugee camp homes are shacks made of jute (the bags) and cardboard, while all around, the "town" of Mayo (and also Soba, on the outskirts of Khartoum, where c ' is the hospital) the houses are made of mud and straw ... those of the rich terra cotta brick.
Along the Nile full of "factories" that are made of brick as 5000 years ago.
The curious thing is that here and there among the huts, spitting a satellite dish!
The refugee camp has 300,000 inhabitants, and all around the landscape (a bit 'identical to all the places I've seen) is flat, aridissimo, reddish-gray ground all dried and cracked, with a few shrubs and no trees. Shrubs are attacked on the trash bags and shoppers spending yellows, grays, blacks, blue, orange.
empty the garbage anywhere, the organic part is degraded in the sun, and remain the pouches that the wind carries it around and attach themselves to thorny bushes and barbed wire. On both sides of the street is garbage everywhere.
Imagine an immense open-air garbage bags all over the place, the land aridissima and hard, and here and there dilapidated brick houses and skeletons of unfinished concrete houses, scattered at random with a lot of space between ' both of them.
This is the Sudan. Poetic, no? As I was saying ...
addition to the refugee camp is managed by Emergency surgery we went to visit, run by a single nurse, who care very tenacious, he says, is health education and care of mothers and children. They even have a laboratory.
While we were there it went to the 'hospital' the public to get angry with the doctors premises which had sent a child to care which was not nice, and we have to see together.
Here in theory would free health care for children and mothers, if not in reality pay at the pharmacy will not give you anything in return, there are many clinics of dentists or doctors or radiologists to charges.
So: the public hospital is in a shed built six years ago by the Chinese, steel blue, with whitewashed brick walls and all scraped 6 years ago, all open space inside with two floors and all stored: clinics , bedrooms, studies, pharmacy, laboratories and many people around.
Mom was thrown on a bed in a "hospital room", a standard room with the window with nothing, a hole opened, and four bunks.
She was thrown on a cot, with no energy, with the baby attached to the roof with a fever, tachycardia, who vomited. Two rags. The mother took the child's vomit in her hand and smeared on the bed.
The nurse called the "doctor" the local said the baby was well and that her mother did not know what to do.
She left the drugs and did make the child the antibiotic intravenously using a needle that had made yesterday. Out the needle, if you lose, all finished ....
ambulatory care she intestinal parasites, skin infections, the impetigo, scabies, lice, I mean all the good things port poverty.
She says that if in the middle of the field would begin to distribute food, only that, would solve 50% of people's problems, because the biggest problem is that they have nothing to eat and nothing to buy. Here
mothers give birth and breastfeed the child for six months, then left again pregnant and the baby is no longer entitled to mother's milk, and must make do: go out alone to suck your tits to feed the goats would otherwise die .
fact the higher mortality in Sudan is between 6 months and 5 years. Precisely because of this habit. If they survive they're doing, if they have other problems.
One of the things that girl must be taught to mothers is not to treat the umbilical cord, because here the package it with cow dung, and small die of septicemia.
The other problem is not to keep the fire inside the huts, the kids because we fall into and burned.
Here, in comparison to the hospital here is heaven on earth, so it is difficult to think of what to do for these people, if it ever be possible.
the hospital as I was saying is rather beautiful and very efficient: a few days ago I broke the stethoscope and I was missing a piece to fix it: the catastrophe! You can not understand: it is impossible to get things sent by mail, there is no postal service. They sent me the kindest biomedical engineer, I have found the spare part of their stocks!
And here I introduce a parenthesis futile to say that women here are on average Very nice indeed! They have sweet and fine features and are on average considerably higher. Well, nice cerbiattone, with blacks beautiful eyes! I'm not joking ..... both biomedical greatly impressed me. One of them spoke perfect English! Then there are various instrumentalists and major department nurses. I did not expect! And they are funny, respond to jokes, joke and are very affectionate. A hug
Andrea
The picture is a bit 'small but you get the idea ... 
