I can not do everything, But I'd do anything for you. I can not do anything except be in love you. (Mark Knopfler, 1980)
Welcome among us. Welcome to the place that perhaps more than many other needs of his presence. Welcome among those who have done evil to his neighbor, and who now seek redemption in suffering. Welcome to the poor, those who know enough not to be able to call blessed. Welcome even those who believe not to believe, but even today they are here among us. And finally, welcome among those who believe that they believe more than others, and now rejoice twice as they were appointed last. Merry Christmas to all, especially to those who, like our families are suffering because of us on this day. (Milan Mazic, 3rd Department, 2009)
Last night I fell asleep without watching television. After a bit 'of night, I forced myself to escape. But I did not sleep soon anyway. I read a book. In fact, I finished reading a book. It was on my bedside table for a couple of months. Along with three others. All started. Four books together I had never started. There is a book Enzo Biagi, found in the library. Old and never read by anyone, a tribute book. Tales from the journalist, the living of the people who really lived, starting from the small village. Strokes of paint to portray reality more and more important, to hold the brush a great talent and great humility. But the comparison is ditching, better take one step at a time. Then there's the novel of the Nobel Prize this year. Not because he won the Nobel Prize, or at least not alone. For I, the land of green plums, there are bound little mica. There are many friends, and also something more. There was born the author of the best book I ever read. I spent many beautiful moments, I met many beautiful people, and also something more. Then there was Fahrenheit 451, what I finished last night. Because I remembered the title of a film by Truffaut, I have not seen. However, Truffaut had seen another film, called "The years in his pocket." I still remember the original title, L'argent de poche, I found it more just, then, when in the middle of the oblong laboratory nonsocosa stared at the television set resting on a metal trolley. Of that Truffaut then I have not seen anything, scared that someone positive opinion of boring had its cinema. But when I saw the title, a library, not my back grenade fire on the cover, then I opened it. And the opening words, there's nothing to say, is just beautiful. Getting to the last page has not been easy, but now that I've done has released a bookmark. So I went over a page of Kolyma Tales of Shalamov. Saviano has spoken, and I thought it could be interesting. It is. E 'was also the case for the book by Saviano, they were all talking and I thought it might be interesting. It was, but I can not say whether more or less. And I go on like this.
It seems that we go forward. You write the pages of the thesis. But we also do many things that you did a year ago. Buy a bag of sweets round, white and dusty mint. Watching movies and games on a computer. Waking up late on Sunday, take a shower, go out and get back to playing the guitar. Eat, always on Sunday, a warm baguette. And many other things. Then if you go even further, it is to get lost. Like tonight, I saw Billy Elliot on TV while doing other things, like dozens of times where I do the classmate the night before interrogations.
And there are things that are not quite the same. Like the Sunday afternoon, which is always sleepy and full of sadness, but not with the feeling of the imminent end of something beautiful. Or the fact that the actions do not cause the results you wait. Why go out, and it was cold. Pedaling and sweating, and took cold. Then I was always in T-shirt under his jacket inside because the heat was unbelievable. So even the changes in temperature not me them off anyone. And eat irregularly, and badly. Exit barefoot to get a beer in the planter used as ice. Open four windows to change the air. Going to play football in November and then take two kilometers in sweaty bike. All this and nothing happens. Then I get home, car to go anywhere, pajamas and slippers, noon and evening meals, heated by the bed, and I'll get a cold. Fuck.
On December 5, 2009 at the headquarters of the APT Versilia we finally presented volume Viareggio Hundred Years of Casinos, which I really wanted. The book, c urate from Vasco and Ferretti Gabriella Pasquali has a historical and Casino is the story of nineteenth-Viareggio, inserted into the history of the city, crucible of the culture period.
The book also deals with the history of gambling and is accompanied by a series of beautiful photos and vintage postcards, mostly from the personal collection of the undersigned. The book was sponsored by the Town Council and had a good success.
The publication, published for the kind of Tipografia Still Viareggio, is on sale in major bookstores and newsstands in the city. It may also be required to the editor, the mail info@graficheancora.it or directly to the undersigned through this blog. For orders made on the blog I will be happy to enjoy a discount on cover price, set at € 18.00. From these pages I intend to publicly thank the authors, Mario (editor) for his enormous patience, the City Administration, the Versilia Host Lions , Professor Louis Geirut , all friends who supported me in ' company and I have provided pictures and postcards, including Franco Anichini, George and Julius Pollesch of Light. I also thank Paolo Fornaciari of Center Documentary History of the City, Virgil Contrucci, who provided valuable documentation on the Casino of Bagni di Lucca.
A special thanks to the media, both paper and online, always attentive to the cultural life of the city, without fail, and even in this case, they find a small space. Their collaboration is crucial to promote any initiative.
A list of friends sites, the front page.
Last but not least my friend Paolo Giovannetti, secretary-treasurer of the Circle Puccini and my brother Osvaldo: I'm the one who help me to put into practice the ideas without their precious contibuto I could not realize them.
I invite you to read this viareggini our publication: it is another little piece that helps to reconstruct the history of that precious diadem that is our town: it has called the Mayor in his presentation speech to the book.
In the enclosed link: a Tambini article on the reopening of the casino and its discussion in the City Council
In the end, however, it goes on. 
