Installing Reason Factory Soundbank

Insomnia some nights and memories

Even tonight The brothers Karamazov did not work. It will be the sound of Gunbad resounding through the plastic of the shutter (the wind is strong that sometimes we in Basilicata and Carlo Levi described so well), will be the 'immense solitude you perceive at 2 am when you have a brain too and moving the eyelids do not close on its own, and the house is too dark and empty because the blessed sleep face his arrival, that I will be forever. And I was thinking

just so many things, like the Kundera's phrase, "But it is the weak who must know how to be strong and walk away, when the strength is too weak to hurt the weak," a reminder of the many phrases dell'antipatico male author and womanizer (a Fabio flight times in courtly version, though) but sometimes we really apt, like when to return to Milan, type the speeches made by yesterday's aunt, the great 60-70 years experienced by my mother and her sisters (I have seen will be too "Romanzo Criminale" tonight). We started from commenting on authoritarianism, the "Fascists," the severity pallosissima still surviving in my grandfather even though he has already exceeded the 90 years of age, right up to me known and stranoti stories about twenty years of my mother. "Your mother won the role instead of just finished high school," only 20 years ended up in a remote village in Calabria, in the mountains, to teach "," we went to look for a room to rent but not there were even the sewers, "the hostess said to your mother to pee in a jar and throw it out the window," "There was a bus a day, "" The rooms of the houses did not even tiles.
But without resorting to the mountains of Calabria, joyfully remembered as the mere fact of healthy "male" on the road in 25 years was a valid reason for my grandfather, slowly raise your hands on your daughter, or just a reason valid for some acquaintance "bystander" in my grandfather's steps to inform the 'happened. "We are talking about the year 1968. So, thinking that my mother has experienced this kind of thing makes me doubt: how could it ever get to disprove malice ADJUDGED when the male world, Or when he says that "a studio in Milan is already a luxury? Never will! And I understand also, when I remember his "glorious" '68. Not once so far, in the end, but we are talking about centuries, eras, geological ages ago, as a way of thinking and experiences. The trouble is when you're there in a way in between, this mind-generational gap, and sometimes you can not even conceive of certain attitudes, until you are refreshed his memory with anecdotes of a glorious past twenty Lucan who spent up to 1968 a bus back and forth between the mountains of Basilicata and Calabria.