September 22, 2016

Dallo sbrocco di Briatore qualche riflessione meno cafona su Puglia, turismo e quello che vi sta intorno

by felicitamodna82

Proprio mentre terminavo la mia settimana di mare ad Otranto, Flavio Briatore si aggirava nelle stesse zone e lasciava alla popolazione ricordi meno positivi della sottoscritta. L’imprenditore ha rilasciato alcune dichiarazioni che hanno fatto incazzare tutti, a partire da noi fan del Salento non salentini, fino ad arrivare agli autoctoni e a diverse persone che si sono risentite a prescindere per i concetti espressi.

Ora, nelle dichiarazioni di Briatore ci sono sicuramente grosse dosi di cafoneria ed ignoranza, che lo rendono il perfetto protagonista di un cinepanettone. Detto questo, vi sono anche due o tre spunti interessanti che si possono trarre dalle sue parole.

I ricchi non sono tutti uguali

Qui contesto decisamente l’idea del ricco quale cafone privo di interessi che non siano piazzarsi in una struttura in centro e sul mare a far casino e disfarsi. I ricchi, i “normali” ed i poveri sono persone, e come tali sono tutti diversi fra loro. Mi vergogno quasi a scrivere simili ovvietà. Comunque, meglio ribadire anche l’ovvio, lezione imparata insegnando italiano a stranieri.

La Puglia è bellissima, soprattutto il Salento (via ai campanilismi!). Non capisco perché un ricco non dovrebbe essere capace di apprezzare ulivi, masserie, spiagge, scogliere, mare pulito, aria buona, quelle belle stradine fra muretti a secco ed ulivi, in piano o in collina, per le quali io personalmente adoro girare in auto e adorerei farlo anche in bici (essendo però la mia settimana di mare, ho lasciato stare la bici, confesso). O perché non dovrebbe interessarsi a manifestazioni popolari, musei, gastronomia. Oppure perché non dovrebbe semplicemente godersi un po’ di calma e quiete in spiaggia o fra gli ulivi al netto delle preoccupazioni di noi comuni mortali bollettari tout court o a rischio di tornare bollettari. L’essere ricco porrebbe semplicemente meno limiti di spesa.

Sinceramente non capisco come mai Briatore voglia far passare il messaggio che ricco = casinista cafone come lui. OK, self-marketing, convinciamo gli altri che siamo i più fighi…ma rendiamoci conto che certi trucchi del marketing non funzionano con persone con un certo tipo di intelligenza o con persone che conoscono le teorie dei marchettari guru del marketing. A fare di queste uscite si conquisterà forse qualche sempliciotto di tutti i ceti, ma ci si attira solo il compianto degli altri.

Vogliamo un esempio di ricco che sicuramente potrebbe essere interessato a quanto abbia da offrire la Puglia? Mark Zuckerberg, che guarda caso proprio oggi ha annunciato che finanzierà un super-progetto di ricerca sulla cura delle malattie che ci assillano, progetto che porterà sviluppo, benessere e Sapere.

Gli alberghetti (e le infrastrutture): uno spiraglio di ragionevolezza

Sinceramente, per essere una che gira abbastanza in Italia ed in Europa con tutti i mezzi possibili, e che oltretutto fa anche la receptionist (ahimè), posso dire in piena coscienza la Puglia non è messa così male. È chiaro che nel sistema Italia vi sono carenze nei trasporti pubblici e nelle piste ciclabili rispetto all’Europa Centrale e Settentrionale, carenze che al Sud o in certe zone tristissime del Nord e del Centro spesso diventano abissi quasi incolmabili (non facciamo i buonisti, inutile dire che “siamo tutti uguali” quando non lo siamo). In molte zone pure la rete stradale fa schifo. Tuttavia, devo dire che in Salento vi sono molti tratti di superstrada, i cartelli sono ovunque e sono piuttosto chiari, in Puglia ci sono pure ciclabili, porti e aeroporti, nonché stazioni ferroviarie. Si può migliorare? Sicuramente si può e si deve, ma va trovato il giusto equilibrio che rispetti la natura e la fisionomia del territorio. Di territori devastati per costruzioni fatte con poca testa e/o con i piedi ce ne sono troppi in tutto il mondo, così come ci sono occasioni di lavoro mancate a causa di posizioni ultra-ambientaliste per cui se tocchi qualcosa sei un umano cattivo specista bla bla bla.

Gli alberghetti… beh, diciamo che in Italia vi sono ancora troppe strutture che – a prescindere dalle stelle – hanno ancora arredamenti e/o bagni anni Sessanta/Settanta/Ottanta. Orrore. Ci sono anche altrove, intendiamoci…ma altrove si tende di più a buttare via ogni tot tutto quanto per rinnovare l’arredamento ed il bagno. Vivo in Austria da nove anni, paese in cui – assieme al Sud-Tirolo – sono maestri nell’applicare questo approccio alle strutture alberghiere e pure alle case private (solo su questo potrei fare un altro post dedicato😀 ). Ripeto, non tutti fanno così, ma la maggioranza decisamente. Aspettare che le cose cadano a pezzi è semplicemente demenziale se si è albergatori. Io stessa ho dovuto scartare diverse opzioni appetibili per la posizione ad Otranto quest’anno perché non vado in una camera col bagno anni Settanta: piuttosto sto a casa. Il mio albergo abituale, un bel quattro stelle, era al completo per due notti, e ho preferito non traslocare nel bel mezzo del soggiorno e rivolgermi altrove se possibile.

Questo discorso dovrebbe valere anche per i due stelle. Non è che “due stelle” debba essere legato a “struttura fatiscente”; non è che i poveracci o la sempre meno media classe media si debbano accollare i cessi dismessi dai ricconi, eh! Dovrebbe semplicemente offrire tutto quanto in maniera molto basic. Anni fa sono stata in un due stelle nell’Appennino di quella città che noi modenesi non amiamo nominare, ed era “bello”, nel senso di nuovo, pulito, semplice. Quest’anno sono stata in un tre stelle con camere e struttura degni di un quattro stelle: la stella mancante era dovuta semplicemente al servizio meno ampio e privo di orpelli (che, francamente, delle volte fanno pure ridere. Le livree e certe cose eccessive dei quattro stelle mi sembrano lasciti di epoche fortunatamente finite che non un vero “servizio”, e penserei lo stesso anche se avessi i dindi di Briatore).

Intervenire per migliorare l’offerta complessiva alberghiera è molto più importante dell’aprire resort di super-iper-mega lusso. Sicuramente, ben vengano alcune strutture di alto livello, ci mancherebbe. Teniamo però presente che ci sono ricchi che sono felicissimi di stare anche in un “umile” quattro stelle ben fatto e ben servito.

I limiti dei locali alla Briatore

Non sono una di quelle che depreca un po’ di sano degrado, che – nei limiti imposti dal mio conto in banca e dalle mie altre attività – mi concedo pure io. Tuttavia, dubito molto che strutture di un certo tipo portino veramente sviluppo per i locali. Innanzitutto, un determinato tipo di clientela, specie se ricca e cafona, porta spesso anche danni. Poi, dubito che verranno assunte in massa persone del posto per lavorarci, visto che vengono richiesti solitamente profili di un certo tipo. È più facile che vengano assunte persone che hanno sempre lavorato nel “giro”. Ci sarà sicuramente dell’indotto, eh, però…però…

Cosa realmente serve?

Per me il Salento è uno dei posti più belli del mondo, assieme alle Dolomiti e alla mia natale Modena. Sì, ho detto Modena e non ho detto Salisburgo (nella cui periferia vivo da 9 anni). Il Duomo di Salisburgo fa cagare, e sinceramente Salisburgo è una trappola per turisti ed uno strumento di tortura per chi ci vive, per cui non riesco più a vederla con la poesia di dieci anni fa. Bello il centro storico, belli alcuni quartieri verdi, po’ basta (scritto in modenese per rimarcare il concetto).

Con il cambiamento climatico, pare che la “stagione” in Salento si stia prolungando parecchio. Questo fattore va sfruttato, tanto più che spesso molte famiglie della zona dicono che da ottobre ad aprile fanno veramente fatica a far quadrare i conti a causa della stagionalità vecchio stile di diversi posti di lavoro.

Ricordiamoci anche che le condizioni di lavoro nel turismo e nella gastronomia sono frequentemente davvero tremende (clima, orari, giorni di riposo…). Anche qualora non lo siano, le paghe non sono sufficienti – nella maggior parte dei casi – a compensare il grande sforzo che i lavoratori fanno nel dover lavorare per far divertire gli altri e rinunciare spesso ai loro hobby o dover fare ingegneria del tempo libero per curare le proprie relazioni amicali e familiari. Ogni discorso sul turismo non può prescindere da questo.

Detto questo, ultimare le infrastrutture in fase di progetto, di costruzione o di ultimazione è essenziale, così come effettuare le dovute migliorie a tutte le strutture alberghiere e diversificare l’offerta, senza rovinare o stravolgere la natura ed il paesaggio (ma anche senza irrealistiche pretese di salvaguardia di ogni singolo alberello). Importante è anche tenere meglio le strade, dare un aspetto meno trascurato ai paesi (ogni tanto ho passato vicoli che indurrebbero al suicidio perfino Pollyanna), offrire qualche corsa di treni locali e bus in più.

Ricordiamoci due cose: la prima è che, al di là dell’immagine del ricco che spende e spande, la vera ricchezza di un territorio che si basa sul turismo è data dal mantenere un flusso costante e diversificato di turisti (Austria docet in questo) – le mode passano, e non necessariamente i 15.000 € spesi dal riccone vanno in tasca ai locali -; la seconda è che se si vuole vivere in un mondo che si sta de-industrializzando bisogna investire sul turismo, soprattutto in Italia (ed in Salento), ricordandosi sia dei fruitori, sia degli investitori, sia dei bistrattati lavoratori.

September 22, 2016

Siamo tutti nella rete, tra pompini, cyberbulli, suicidi e dropbox

by felicitamodna82

Condivido tutto, a parte che non mi chiedo proprio se “una” è “troia/puttana”, perché una donna che ama il sesso e lo fa è semplicemente una donna normale. E proprio qui casca l’asino. Di furti digitali o di condivisioni non autorizzate di zozzerie di begli uomini non ne ricordo, quindi ci sono ottime probabilità che non siano mai successi. O, se sono capitati, non vi è stato il linciaggio mediatico con esibizione del proprio autoerotismo che ha accompagnato i casi al femminile. E qui si aprirebbe un’intera parentesi sulla condizione della donna, oltre che sui sacrosanti discorsi sulle modalità d’utilizzo di qualsiasi strumento o mezzo e sulle responsabilità. Discorsi che comunque vanno fatti ed approfonditi anche al di là dei casi di Tiziana e Diletta (e di tante altre povere vittime), visto che anche lavorando mi trovo un sacco di clienti che fanno fatica a capire i contratti che firmano e/o le cose/i servizi che comprano e come ci si comporta nella fruizione di quello che hanno comprato. E no, non vendo servizi sessuali o alla persona! (forse se vendessi me stessa i miei clienti sarebbero molto più attenti…)

Mat Eric's Reflections

Ok, la situazione è questa:
volevo scrivere un pezzo sullo svapo, ispirato a un famoso youtuber.
Gliel’ho promesso, ci tengo a farlo, ma tra gli usuali spostamenti in autostrada, oltre ai miei soliti impegni, sono andato lungo sui tempi.
In più, il comportamento italiota di questi giorni mi sta facendo salire un crimine che mi sta distraendo.

“Cazzotene, vivi la tua vita e pensa alle tue cose”, verrebbe da dire.
Non ci riesco.

Ci siamo dentro tutti, e non è tanto per le conseguenze immediate o dirette che mi viene la rogna mentale, quanto per l’atteggiamento da rincoglioniti di merda che vedo ovunque nella rete, appena c’è quel filo di aggregazione e libertà di scrittura che permette di far venire fuori i pensieri dell’uomo medio.

Una donna muore di pompini, ed è pure colpa sua.
Un Mr. Chissà Chi fotte le foto dal cellulare a una ragazza, le diffonde…

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September 12, 2016

Stuprare, sì, ma con ironia

by felicitamodna82

Ri-bloggo questo articolo aggiungendovi alcuni miei pensieri che si discostano, in parte, dalla posizione presa nel post-fonte.
Dell’articolo originale apprezzo molto

  1. l’attenzione posta al problema della censura un po’ bizzarra attuata da Facebook
  2. l’astuto paragone con una simile conversazione virtuale su temi sui quali l’uomo occidentale medio è leggermente più sensibile che non sullo stupro delle donne.

Il mio personale pensiero è che…sì, è possibile fare dell’ironia, del sarcasmo, della satira, dello humour nero anche su temi come lo stupro. Su questo mi distinguo fortemente dall’ondata di politically correctness a tutti i costi ed aggressiva che pare aver invaso i social network ultimamente. È essenziale, però, nel farlo, tenere conto della forma, dei modi, del contesto. Se faccio un’uscita sarcastica con un amico con cui ci si conosce, evitando sia di causare equivoci, sia di traumatizzare potenzialmente una persona affetta da PTSD, è un conto. Se pubblico freddure secche a tema su blog dedicati a satira o humour nero, o se le recito in un contesto quale una finzione teatrale, mi dovrebbero leggere/sentire solo gli interessati al genere, e il contesto è chiaro, idem. Se eventuali scrittori poi dovessero essere cripto-stupratori, sarebbe problema della giustizia e non della scure di solito parecchio pasticciona della censura.
Se però in un gruppo di conoscenze virtuali, con sconosciuti, ci si lascia andare a lunghe conversazioni su ipotesi e metodi per stuprare una donna sedata senza farsi beccare, il sospetto che qualcuno stia realmente premeditando un reato c’è, ed è forte, e verrebbe a chiunque. Perlomeno, a chiunque sia dotato di basilari capacità di comprensione di lettura e di fiutare possibili personalità non proprio equilibrate. Nella migliore delle ipotesi, chi scrive di queste cose è qualcuno con una completa ignoranza di quello che era il programma di italiano delle medie e delle superiori dei miei tempi, nonché di come funzionano una società ed uno stato moderni. Nella peggiore, siamo davanti ad un covo di stupratori. Più verosimilmente, mi viene da pensare che vi sia grossa confusione rispetto a cosa siano il consenso, il diritto di tutti i partecipanti ad una scopata di discutere cosa e come fare e di godere, lo status di persona umana (che evidentemente non vale per tutti); una confusione nella quale sicuramente regnano i sopracitati ignorantoni, e probabilmente si nasconde anche qualche stupratore/stupratore in fieri.

Il Maschio Beta

Ieri mattina la pagina Facebook “La Friendzone non esiste” pubblica lo screenshot di alcuni commenti in cui dei ragazzi si chiedono se sia effettivamente stupro quando la ragazza è in stato di incoscienza perché drogata: si scambiano pareri e battute, incuranti dell’oggetto della loro – chiamiamola per il momento così – goliardia, nonché del fatto che una persona, membro come loro di questo gruppo segreto su Facebook, crede di fare cosa giusta denunciando lo scambio alle admin di una pagina femminista.

fb_img_1473425976006La pagina pubblica subito il post, non curandosi di cancellare i nomi degli interlocutori, in quanto ritiene che la gogna mediatica per chi fa battute e scherza su una ragazza in stato di incoscienza penetrata sessualmente non sia che il minimo. Io stesso ritengo di dover pubblicare a mia volta lo scambio sulla mia paginetta, che conta sì molti meno seguaci, ma che a causa delle proteste e delle…

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September 2, 2016

Why I defend Charlie Hebdo’s cartoon (and why I am angry at another bad joke)

by felicitamodna82
Not-so-important foreword:

I resume my blog, hoping my huge issues with writing will be successfully dealt with in a few months…

What can one do with stereotypes?

Stereotypes and prejudices are widespread, and sometimes serve as a source of inspiration or as basis for humour or satire (please note that, even though there is a relation between those two, they are not the same thing). Right now, politically correctness is challenging many common approaches to humour. This is good in most cases, although I have seen some huge misunderstandings, and also many cases of outright censorship, the latter of which I don’t support. Calling somebody out on his or her implicit support of shit like racism, sexism and co. allows for a discussion on the matter; censorship usually acts more as the broom sweeping the dirt under the carpet than anything else, not to mention that not all politically incorrect jokes are necessarily  a sign of implicit support of racism, sexism, ableism, whatever.

Anyway…

Today, the Italian-speaking internet is roaring and rioting because of Charlie Hebdo’s cartoons about the earthquake in Central Italy (one of the centres next to the epicentre being Amatrice, the town which gave the name to the amatriciana sauce. Yes, this is relevant).

Yesterday, my not-so-humble person found in her Facebook homepage a dumb link, shared by a commercial state-funded Austrian radio station. The link was stating a very racist thing about, well, Italians. I am a poor Italian living in Austria (relevant as well).

Now, let’s review the type of humour, the content, and the source,  and let’s analyse my very different reaction to those links.

Charlie Hebdo and the new Italian speciality

charlie hebdo earthquake

CH’s cartoon: Italian-style seism. All rights to CH itself.

(I am not fluent in French, but I understand it a little: it says “penne with tomato sauce”, “gratin penne” and “lasagne”).

CH’s cartoon hits hard, and I recognize it. After the initial impact, though, my brain immediately connected the menu-like style of the captions to the typical image of Italy abroad so far (Italian speciality: pasta & pizza) and to the sad, recurring episodes of mass murder by community inaction almost every time there is an earthquake in Italy. Considering that the country is full of active faults, considering the last 20 years [I remember Modena-Reggio (Po plain) 1996, Assisi and co. 1997?, Parma-Reggio-Modena (mountain districts) 2008, l’Aquila 2009, Modena-Ferrara (Po plain) 2012], considering the costs for modernising/restoring/rebuilding cannot be covered by sig. and sig. ra Average Italian, and considering that money in Italy gets thrown out of the window in every possible way except by funding interventions in this sense, well, I think the evil satiric magazine hit the right spot.

Right now, the new Italian speciality is going to be wounding and killing Italian citizens by letting their houses collapse on them, not pasta (or pizza, for all that matters). Bravo, Charlie Hebdo. I read the cartoon like this and I appreciated it. (now I fear I will discover they did not mean it like that and I will be publicly stoned. Not “stoned” the funny way, the other).

Please note that the same magnitude of the above mentioned earthquakes in, say, Japan would not have had all the casualties, the damages and the homeless people we  had.

I appreciated the Italian black humour and satire blog Umore Maligno even more. Following the wave of indignation, they published:

Emilia-Romagna protests against CH’s cartoon: “Hey, the lasagne would be US!””

They made fun of the very strange indignation of some who have been Charlie for as long as only certain targets were targeted, or who spread sexism every single day “because it’s funny”; they got the point with lasagne being from Emilia and the amatriciana sauce from Amatrice; they might have reminded many readers that people in Modena and Ferrara still live in containers (or maybe they just wanted to get more clicks and squirted out some words nobody could ignore? Another stoning for me).

Now, making fun of the dead is bad, bla bla bla, yadda yadda. But these are declared satirical publications: they exploit sarcasm and black humour, and sometimes they even make people think about things. Like in this case. I see no disrespect towards victims, because there really is none. They are depicted as victims even here. Please note that I suffer from PTSD, and one of the things that triggers it is an earthquake. I experienced the 1996 and the 2008 ones, and my closest relatives and friends were hit by the 2012 one, some of them even hard, so spare me the “you don’t know what you are talking about”.

Moreover, Charlie Hebdo clearly still depicts the earthquake victims as victims. I would not say they lacked humanity, after all.

And even if all this does not convince you, it is satire, you either like it or not. I asked my friends to make a black humour and satire contest in case I die…so I’d say I like it. If you don’t, don’t like it, but please don’t make them responsible for the victims and don’t promote shootings (yes, some people are wishing those religious idiots come back and finish the job).

Ö3’s way of using my radio licence money in order to make people even dumber than they already are.

Ö3 is a state Austrian radio station broadcasting commercial stuff. Many of us usually follow it in order to get some news and traffic updates, but apart from a few specials I don’t listen to it.

For some reasons I got to read this in my newsfeed:

italiener

People speaking 3 languages: trilingual. People speaking 2 languages: bilingual. People speaking only one language: Italians

Now, why did Frau Ratti get angry at this?

  1. Ö3 is funded by all Austrian residents, even if they are not Austrians. Especially if they are not Austrians.
  2. It is not like the level of the contents they usually publish is particularly high or educational (understatement of the year. Hint:” Frag das ganze Land”), but supporting stereotypes and prejudices is very, very bad. It gets even worse when many people find it amusing, and many others increase the fun by adding that the French are worse.
  3. Partially a corollary of no.1 and no. 2, they are actually supporting people living in Austria to perpetuate what I call “the velvet discrimination” against Italians in Austria. We are not Muslims and we don’t get the hatred and the suspicion other groups get, but somehow too many people approach Italians with ideas stuck in their heads such as we don’t speak languages, we are adorable and trendy stupid people, we are lazy, we are always late (because stupid and lazy), we are only good for working in gastronomy, and many other things. You don’t know what I mean if you haven’t experienced it. I have been often discriminated because I am Italian, and the fact that it is not a hateful or violent discrimination does not make it a discrimination any less.
  4. They are not making satire or use sarcasm; they don’t want to create paradoxical situations where humour is not just meant as a means to laugh because the paradox itself emerges and makes you question the real issue behind the joke. They are not making extremely tasteless jokes for shock value on a blog followed only by fans of the genre. They are not even Italians criticizing what’s wrong in the Peninsula. They seriously think they are funny (and cute because they spend their holidays in Italy).

I will leave out the fact that bashing at a numerically relevant community is quite stupid, because I simply don’t approve that a state radio station supports discrimination (soft or hard, does not matter), spreads it (they obviously have some good coverage), and uses everybody’s money to do it. The size of the targeted group should not be a criterion for accepting a discriminating joke or not.

My answer was:

ö3 comment

Only two likes for my sarcasm. That speaks volumes…

Translation: “All right. Now I hope that I – being a trilingual Italian woman – will be exempted from paying TV and radio licence fee from now on, because there is no way I pay it in order to fund the dumbing down of the current population”.

Ach, I thought I was sooo funny…

 

 

March 25, 2016

6 Reasons You Should Date A Polyglot

by felicitamodna82

I have not written in ages, but I found this today and I really had to re-blog it.

Polyglots do have peculiar strengths indeed, not only as dates but also as friend or co-workers/employees. One cannot stress this fact enough!

Enjoy! And credits to the original author!

It’s a common fantasy; you go or holiday, or to a party, you meet an exotic foreigner, or a traveller, and they are everything you ever wanted dreamed of. And this is not an unusual desire; there i…

Source: 6 Reasons You Should Date A Polyglot

January 23, 2014

A flood of memories and thoughts (inspired by Gabriele Testi)

by felicitamodna82

A short text with stories, history, news and sarcasm born from some night chatting about disasters and World War Two

My homeland Modena must miss me. Since I moved to Salzburg things started to go pretty bad over there.

We all have to admit that scoring an earthquake (May 2012), two tornadoes (May 2013) and a massive flood (January 2014) in a row really is a huge achievement. (On this blog you can check where the several epicentres of the earthquake were, terremoto, where the tornadoes stroke, tromba d’aria; the flooded area in blue)

There could be many different thoughts I could share on my blog talking of this last disaster. But pouring out my wrath about politicians and administrations would mean simply picturing them in a bad bad bad light, and this is entirely too easy! I have standards too, I cannot lower them further than they are right now. Even though, in that case I would have to start digging, and digging canals and navigations could be useful in this time of flooding. But I am not an engineer, and besides I have a painful spinal disc herniation, so I’d better leave digging for another time.

Therefore, let us focus on another thing: Italian media are ignoring the tragedy .

Many friends of mine on Facebook started sharing a photo published by a NYT blog, called Lens. Comments pointed to the fact that Italian journalism ignored us, while the American press instead apparently took our situation more seriously. Actually, that was not a news but a blog dedicated to photography, therefore the

New York Times Blog "Lens"  featuring the Modena flood

New York Times Blog “Lens” featuring the Modena flood

enthusiasm should be kept in perspective. Nevertheless one must admit that, although we did not impress the Italian press –  outside Modena, of course -, this NYT blog did list “us” among the pictures of the day, as the no. 5 of the 20th January more precisely, among other pretty bad situations all around the world (clashes, bombings, other massive floods).

After sharing this myself, the friend and journalist Gabriele Testi “liked and shared” the “Facebook way” as well, and took the opportunity to check when had been the last time the NYT wrote about the “Secchia river”. It was 1945, and the Allied Armed Forces were marching along the Secchia in order to reach the Po river. Our Modenese sources and memories (including my parents’ ones) about the end of World War Two all mention the marching troops on the Canaletto, a road following for most of its course the river Secchia and leading to the Brenner. Gabriele’s discovery lead us to some night chatting: I was waiting for the pain meds to kick in and could not sleep, he is a journalist and is probably used to covering news and researching facts at night…

(little remark: Gabriele is a male name in Italian!)

The flooded territories are located between two rivers, the Secchia (the one that literally poured out when the levee in one of the north suburbs of Modena broke, and the Panaro. Their courses come closer shortly after the city of Modena, in its immediate northern outskirts (suburbs of San Matteo, Albareto and Navicello), and they flow this close until after Sorbara/San Prospero and  Bomporto. The Secchia has flooded all the territories to the river Panaro, thus resulting in a terrible flood also in the before-mentioned town of Bomporto (where, by the way, I used to live prior to my migration to Salzburg). Bomporto is located on the river Panaro and has an old bridge crossing the Panaro itself, connecting Bomporto to Casoni di Ravarino. While chatting with Gabriele on my Facebook account about US troops and Modenese rivers I recalled my researches for the Historical Dictionary of Modenese Antifascism, which included consulting a huge amount of orders of battle to understand more of some local biographies (partisans fighting here and there, old books reporting things I found a little suspicious or unlikely). Due to my focus, I only went to Berlin and Freiburg to research directly in the archives for German diaries. Nevertheless, I looked up a few second-hand things about the Allied troops as well. So, I stumbled upon the march of the 10th Mountain Division, marching on Bomporto, or better, occupying its bridge, which was considered strategic. These facts are stated, for instance, on this site and even on my not so beloved Wikipedia, where a footnote about the occupation of the Bomporto bridge on the river Panaro leads  to “Young, Gordon Russell (1959), Army Almanac: A Book of Facts Concerning the Army of the United States, Washington, D.C.: United States Government Printing Office”.

The real-life Trapp family, the one you probably know from The Sound of Music, escaped to the USA (not to Switzerland), had Italian citizenship and had two boys who were sent to serve in the 10th Mountain Division, Rupert and Werner. According to Maria’s and Agathe’s memories, they were indeed fighting in our territories: Agathe mentions Mount Belvedere, which is between Lizzano in Belvedere and Montese. Montese hosted a well-known battle, where the Brazilian Army fought bravely. Moreover, Montese lies in the upper part of the Panaro valley and drainage basin. I have absolutely no evidence that the two Trapp boys entered Bomporto on that April day in 1945 but somehow I can picture them descending with their division the paths leading through Marano, Vignola, Castelfranco, Nonantola to Bomporto. Who knows if they did? Well, I would know how to find out this, but unfortunately I have other projects scheduled as soon as my herniation gets better, so this particular inquiry will have to wait. (About the Trapp family, Maria A. Trapp, The story of the Trapp Family Singers, and Agathe von Trapp, Memories before and After The Sound of Music, as well as their official website).

What is the moral of this story?

Mr Sheffield: And the moral of the story is?

Fran: Everything has to have a moral? What am I, Mother Goose?

(Yet another quote from “The Nanny” on this blog, episode 2.17 “The Will”)

Well, my herniation tells me I am starting to morph into Mother Goose, so here are a few reasons I wrote this story:

– This is an interesting story following a sort of a stream of consciousness with punctuation, a flood of memories brought to us by three things: a flood, my unpaid occupation as an historian and some strong pain meds. No science, just some storytelling here for entertainment purposes, which is something many blogs do, and you will agree with me that this is quite pleasant, especially for curious people like me. I also know that tags such WWII, Bob Dylan, Trapp, Sound of Music, The Nanny will attract people! And this leads to the other reason:

– I would hope to draw some attention on this troubled land and raise some awareness about the situation: yes, it is my personal affection and concern since I was born and raised there, my family and friends are still there. But it is also a land which used to contribute alone to the 1% of the Italian GDP before the earthquake and which is slowly dying due to the stubbornness of the government and of the local administrations, neither granting any tax free time range nor investing in the local reconstruction. Instead, they focus on other “investments” I would not be proud of. But this is an issue I would not like to  address. This land produces a lot of fine eno-gastronomic specialities, excellent biomedical technologies, beautiful cars, and moreover hosts exquisite architectural and artistic treasures. I assure that a visit to our Province would not disappoint you if things were a little more…normal, you know?

If it keep on rainin’ the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’ the levee gonna break
Everybody saying this is a day only the Lord could make

Wanna help?
January 6, 2014

2013 in review (more commenting and discussing than writing!)

by felicitamodna82

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 28 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

I got caught in a lot of things and I didn’t really have innovative ideas for the blog. I didn’t even have the time or the money to see my adored Bob, or Mark, or Iron Maiden, or whatever/whoever I love.

Moreover, a few topics in Italian raised quite a discussion. It felt and still feels like an entire new entry!

A few new things by me will be published soon (a book, a review, some articles)…so I neglected the blog. In my free time I wanted to workout or go outside more than write, I admit!

2014? Who knows, something is “moving”,  but I cannot tell exactly where to right now🙂

Enjoy every day of this year!

Your polemic, rambling and bubbly Felicita

 

February 24, 2013

Sto giro non voto il mio carnefice – Dichiarazioni di non-voto ragionato

by felicitamodna82

Questo giro no, non ce l’ho fatta.

Tralasciando il fatto che non hanno fatto in tempo ad iscrivermi all’AIRE, per cui, dovendo io lavorare tutti i giorni e non avendo abbastanza soldi, non sarei comunque riuscita a tornare a Modena, questo giro ho usato la scheda elettorale per accendere il camino (in realtà è una metafora, dato che il camino l’ho acceso con le pagine di un giornale, precisamente con l’inserto sportivo del Traunsteiner Tagblatt del giorno seguente alle dimissioni di Seppele, ma lasciatemi almeno un po’ di libertà pseudo-letteraria, suvvia!)

Dopo l’indegno martirio toccato alla mia unica patria, Modena, provincia che contribuiva prima del sisma all’1% del PIL e che dopo il sisma “eh, ragassssi, non ci sono i soldi per ricostruire, l’Europa, la crisi, il Monte dei Pas…opps, no questo non doveva scapparmi”…

Dopo l’indegno attacco allo stato sociale, che prosegue senza che i difensori del welfare state riescano a trovare il loro Raimondo Montecuccoli (anzi, si moltiplicano gli ottomani che vorrebbero addirittura privatizzare l’acqua e cose del genere!) …

Dopo la buffonata dell'”Aboliamo le province” detto da gente che 1) non sa a cosa servano le province, e se lo sapesse direbbe semmai di abolirle come organo politico oppure di abolire, piuttosto, le regioni, delle quali abbiamo fatto a meno fino al 1970, oppure di tagliare, semplicemente, le competenze doppie/ridondanti 2) gente che sa benissimo cosa siano le province, così come sa anche che in Europa le <province> ci sono, semplicemente non necessitano di elezioni e non fanno le stesse cose dei comuni e delle <regioni>, ma ama lucidare e agitare specchietti per le allodole …

Dopo le solite buffonate in seguito alle quali i politici si aumentano sempre gli stipendi, la RAI – che sarebbe l’unica cosa da privatizzare – non si privatizza, al Sud continuano ad essere assunti migliaia di forestali e bidelli e – mi dicono . ad essere proposte quelle zone franche fiscali che a noi, terremotati modenesi (e a reggiani, ferraresi, bolognesi, mantovani) vengono negate…

Dopo aver constatato che, se non sono ladri, sono stupidi ed ignoranti (ogni riferimento ad amori per teorie complottiste non è casuale, anzi, è proprio voluto)…

…mi dispiace, questo giro non sceglierò il mio prossimo carnefice! (forse, nel moderno mondo post-industriale sarebbe più giusto parlare di esecutore fallimentare, ma “carnefice” è molto più eufonico).

Vorrei un giorno vedere un’Europa dei popoli, in cui stato sociale, lingue e dialetti, tradizioni ed accoglienza vengono preservati e convivono, in cui i vecchi legami spezzati da confini tracciati nei salotti dei politici vengono riscoperti e rinverditi, in cui “accoglienza” non significa buonismo, oppure tratta degli schiavi ed assurda perdita delle varie differenze fra città e città, paese e paese in nome di un’omologazione buona forse per un consumatore stupido ecc…

Fino a quel momento non lo avrete il mio voto. Non sento il bisogno di benedire la distruzione dell’Europa in atto con la mia cultura e la mia intelligenza,  che sono frutto dell’essere sopravvissuti ad un’infanzia tremenda, dell’amore di una famiglia nuova che ha dato tutto e delle mie fatiche bestiali giorno dopo giorno per tirare avanti tutti i miei progetti.

Se anche voi non avete votato ed intendete lasciare la vostra dichiarazione di non-voto, nei limiti del codice penale e civile ed in una lingua a me comprensibile, potete usare la funzione “commenta”. Non è necessario pensarla come me; certo, per coerenza, magari non venite a scrivere sul mio blog che volete che le donne tornino ai fornelli e sottomesse all’uomo o cose del genere. Se volete finire in galera, collezionate querele, o se siete dei rompicoglioni, ci sono altre piattaforme sul web, quindi via dal bàli , come si dice a Modena. Almeno qui sopra ho il potere supremo, quindi non sprecate il vostro tempo a postare cose che finiranno nel rusco. (pattume in modenese).

December 31, 2012

2012 in review (what an exhausting year…)

by felicitamodna82

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.

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July 8, 2012

Someone with a hat and an harmonica has got a hold of my heart. A review of Bob’s gig in Salzburg, 7th July 2012

by felicitamodna82

Here it is: a blog which wouldn’t have much to say without such themes as Modena, Modena Football Club and Bob Dylan…The review nobody was expecting but somebody published anyway!

A very nice evening in Salzburg, almost a perfect show, which is not something granted at all if you consider that I have seen/heard 15 concerts already and that my beloved blue-eyed bad boy is giving a show almost every day. Dylanite-infected people know it: sometimes you are just scared that expectations and reality will not match, or that he is in a bad mood. This time I had absolutely no expectations and I barely read something on Expecting rain and watched something on You Tube (the Bonn gig, great stuff!) 2 days before the event.

Anyway,  I wasn’t “touring” with Bob but just going to this single event, located outrageously 4 minutes on the motorway from my flat. And Bob is Bob. I was curious about the Grand piano and just a little worried that the set list could turn out to be boring. Nevertheless, I agree with many people on the ER Forum: a boring set list does not necessarily mean a bad and boring show. This was the case for this Salzburg gig. All songs I already heard, but in a new version: I don’t regret having paid the 105,50 euros plus some more for ticket office royalties plus 4 euros for the parking lot. (yes, that was the price).

The venue

Salzburg Arena, here we are!

I am not a huge fan of the Salzburg Arena. Austrian venues are not my favourite ones in general: seated places, strict security, unjustifiably high prices (twice as in Germany and in Italy, the bordering countries, all of them in the EU. Why?). Sure: the Arena is easy to find: there is a dedicated motorway exit, and a bus drives you from the centre and makes you hop off right by the entrance as soon as the driver gets the message from the Salzburger Lokalbahn “The crazy hippies and/or rockers are coming, switch to the concert-mode route!”. My experience here in 2008 was not good, anyway. I got a row right in the middle and I remembered a bad acoustic and/or sound. The 2008 bootleg and the 2012 experience actually proved me somehow wrong, and I still don’t know why. It could be that in 2008 my place was particularly unlucky, or that my mood was sooooo bad from the University seminar and from the storm, or that something has been changed. I remembered a parquet-ish floor cover and yesterday I noticed that it was white. Who knows? (if you have any idea, just say something in the comments🙂 )

Salzburg would be a nice location for an outdoor concert, but the weather here tends to be quite bad. I had a lot of luck the first two years here, with long, warm and mostly dry summers. From 2010 on summers got back to the usual crap. I suggested on the ER forum that he could play in Leopoldskron, or in Hellbrunn, or in the Fortress, or on the Cathedral square, or even on a meadow in Grödig/Fürstenbrunn/Glanegg with the Untersber on the background. But this could lead either to a lucky gig with a magnificent background or to a catastrophe that would double the Udine 2001 experience: a disaster for which no joke about “Thunder on the mountain” or “A Hard rain is gonna fall” would make something to improve the mood. A  flirting with disaster that you probably won’t manage to escape.

My short way to the concert…

No way. Each time I tell my self: “This is the last one”. I was serious about it in November. I even got a new job. But this is not my fault: he came to Salzburg! This time, I admit, I have been honest with myself. I will see him again, as soon as possible.

Thanks to the earthquake in Modena my rock summer has been messed up and I missed the Boss in Florence. Going home with a seismic sequence and with everybody still scared and nervous wasn’t a good idea, so I had to postpone my stay at home and consequently missed the gig. Two journeys would have meant paying twice for transports and using too much holidays, allo of which would have resulted in shortage of money and time to me, since I did not manage to marry a rich, gorgeous and gentleman Austrian widower and still have to work. This also made me skip the usual “spiritual preparation”, which consists mainly of  permeating the atmosphere around Salzburg with the whole discography of the Duluth boy and with some bootlegs that I mysteriously found on my hard disk, thus contributing to the cultural and musical education of my neighbours and suggesting my front neighbour that he needs better loudspeakers in order to hear his/her opera tunes.

My outfits never happen for a simple twist of fate!!!

Boots of Mexican leather

Emotions are always there, buried somewhere, and I caught up with them by taking the usual 4 hours in order to choose an outfit and by driving without thinking for the 4 minutes to the Arena. I got a lot excited all of a sudden. And think that I saw him in November!

A lot of catching up to do. Arriving and meeting up

I arrived around 5 PM and soon the buses arrived as well. Some people were already there, more than it was in November for the Mark&Bob concert at 3 PM. Most important of all, I finally met  Federica again, aka the “girl with the sign”!!! I was so glad to meet her after so many years. She remembered me very well from my “almost groupie” years. I had a lot of catching up to do with her about the “Italian hard-core fans” group. I got in touch with many others hard-core fans from all around the world. I socialised a lot in Innsbruck as well, but – you know – finding the “right ones” is a completely different thing. Along with having the right ticket, parterre  and not some damn lodge, 11th row, of course!

I really miss being in that sort of “family” which is the “wanna-be-on-the-rail” part of the audience. I know I enjoyed my part of being on the road in my early twenties, but the Bob I got to see and hear then was not as good as this Bob of the last months.

Anyway, the “family” was one again there, including a lot of Italians who were not complete unknowns.

Shortly before 18:30 a crowd started to gather near to the gates. I noticed how some people seemed to come right out the “Salzburger Festival House”, judging from their outfits and their attitude. That could only mean business. Not that I hate classical music and that I didn’t enjoy my two concerts at the “House” (suckers!!! I have my acquaintances as well :-P) , but this was Bob and not a Karajan memorial or a Simon Rattle with orchestra. Different way of enjoying the whole thing. No way that kind of attitude was going to ruin our evening. This opinion was shared by many of us and we consequently planned some moves.

The concert

Shortly before 8 PM, plans for the conquering of the rail were made. I checked out my place, where actually somebody else was sitting. I stated that I would have taken my place in case I didn’t make it to the rail. You should have seen the fear and the disgust on the faces of all other people from the row!!! Federica suggested that I somehow sit in the 10th row middle with other true fans, just to make the thing smoother and just to be sure to have a better place in case our plan failed. As soon as the light went out, Federica started the run and we all followed. The security was really aggressive but I noticed almost all of us resisted. Here is to mention the fact that Freddy warmly and sweetly encouraged everything to stay there and to resist because nothing was going to happen. She really has a good heart! So, after a few seconds during which I was sure we would have been brutalised as I was told that happened in Ancona 2000, the situation was cleared. We were on the rail! And Bob was there, 2 meters away from us!

A lot of people from the wanna-be-high-society of Salzburg will be pissed off, but I am very proud of the way we stayed together and held the rail in front of the stage although the security screamed and pulled!!!!  Thanks, Federica, for the encouragement and for giving me the first row after 8 songs🙂 I was right where the grand piano was, first behind Federica, then on the rail!

I made acquaintance with the Grand Piano, which wasn’t there in November, and I saw again the Academy Award and Bob’s face (my VIP lodge in November was great for the sound but not for everything else). Bob entered wearing a white hat with a golden stripe. I loved his white and black shoes, very 40s, but as far as the jacket is concerned he has to wear either a more tailored one or a smaller size. Bob, the fact that you are over 70 and that you are not an underwear model by profession doesn’t allow you to disappoint us heterosexual girl fans! We want to appreciate you and your figure no matter what!

I have to repeat a lot of what I said for the November performance: this new chemistry with Charlie instead of the previous tense relationship, Bob’s moves and enjoyment instead of his mostly antisocial and stuffy attitudes that characterised his 2001-2008 performances are an acquired value for any set list. This is very important if we consider that there was no song I never heard before. So, Bob’s moves, expressions (oh, I missed them!!), piano riffs (I almost thought of throwing the organ away, just to be sure…!!) were the highlights of the evening. I would also say the chemistry  in the band further improved, a fact which was remarkably clear – according to my humble opinion – in the exchanges among Charlie, Stu and Bob.

My favourite arrangements were Don’t think twice (a song I adore), Every grain of sand  and Tangled up in blue ( a song which bored me to death for a long period and yet yesterday caught me completely in trance). Another great version was the melancholic Can’t wait instead of the more rhythmic one I usually heard. Tweedle Dee: I just love that song, so it was nice hearing it again (after my 2002 tour and Salzburg 2008, of course!).  I didn´t expect Visions of Johanna: it was nice hearing it again! Talking about songs which are not new to be heard: Highway 61, with Bob trusting himself and the piano. Bob, the harmonica and the piano were the protagonists of the show: he experimented his riffs and solos and a lot of moves. Almost perfect in every note (I am a perfectionist, sorry for that🙂 ) and move. The band was presented during All along the watchtower, which was performed nicely. The only critic from my side  is: Bob, my dearest, I cannot hear Like a rolling stone and Blowing in the wind anymore, I am sorry. I even yawned during BITW!!! (shame on me!!!). Unless he performs like this, I would prefer to hear, who knows, Knocking on heaven’s door? Why not have Stu and Charlie embarrass Slash in a G’n’R-ish version and Bob getting more female appreciation than Axl in his good, old  days? (the latter being probably already the case, at least in the bad girls club, a bunch of nice gals who would beat the average Axl-infatuated girl from 20 years ago without even trying🙂 ).

There is an ongoing discussion about the new “thing” during High water, the crowd making a sort of controtempo shout or a dialogue with Bob’s harmonica. I don’t mind it at all, but I am not a huge fan of participation during Bob’s performances. I sense the boy likes to “do it” his own way and I tend to like it that way.

Little update about the lights: no “Eye” on the background, only lights and spots. It took some time to me to notice it! (I had to watch a video from Bad Mergentheim with the Eye making its display on the stage to remember it…). I must say: it was pleasant, and the crew did a good job with the lights. I have no idea if it was a technical issue or a precise choice. What do you think?

I had the impression that apart from true fans the audience sucked. I didn’t notice any felt participation during LARS, for example. I am totally fine with that, as stated above, because I hate hearing people singing along with “Him”, but …geez…move your ass a little, do something, don’t get melted with the chair! Maybe I am wrong?

The venue was everything but full. Accurate research from my side (in other words: some facebook gossiping) explained the very small audience with the great amount of peasant and village parties on the same week end. I went to the ATM prior to the show and witnessed a carriage loaded with people in Trachten, who were staring at my not-so-typical outfit🙂 A local radio deliberately ignored Bob’s concert after listing Bryan Adams (who played there on the 6th) and those feasts as the highlights of the week end!! Could you believe it? There is no religion anymore!🙂

Another remark to the audience, especially to the youngsters: I understand that the excitement of uploading your own video made with your expensive i-Phone and of sharing it with the world within minutes is too much to resist, but why do it when leaning on the rail, where inevitably the security comes every 2 minutes and asks you politely to stop? It is quite annoying for you and for us, old people who just want to enjoy His Bobness. Thank you for your understanding. We already have good tapers, let them do their own job!

For the “bad girls club”: Bob making moves while sitting at the piano, opening his legs in my direction. Bob’s eyes. Bob’s sweat. Bob’s expressions. Boy, I swear that when I came home I was damn hungry, even though I had my Frankfurter with Semmel right after the show. I am not a smoker, so I usually get very hungry (and then sleepy) after…you know what…! I really felt like I had sex with Bob! I think the excitement of being 2-3 meters away (with him opening his legs in that not so gentlemanly but definitely not unpleasant way) from him made the trick to my brain. Who knows, maybe in the ocean of sweat I was floating in I even smelled him! 🙂

Little update, always for the bad girls: I forgot to write that I totally approve Charlie’s new look with the beard!!!!

Can’t wait to see what I will see next! Is my rock summer over? Will I ever meet Bob? Will I stop seeing him, as I promise every time to my bank account and to my ? Will I fly to the States to see him?

I leave you with a few pics. The ticket is dedicated to the tapers (do a good job!!!😉, especially to the one who then took the picture of me with my mobile, see below) and to the people who “mysteriously” got a front seat card “in the first  minutes of the on-line sale” while I got an 11th row  and then had to deal with my big fat Modenese ass instead.

More info about the concert from more serious people than me – then, further below, my pictures:

http://www.expectingrain.com/

http://www.boblinks.com/dates.html#070712

Ticket, poster and notebook to post the usual nonsense on the web

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