Where Do Sealing Rings Go In Blenders

I can not watch. I can view pictures of the earthquake in Italy. Anyone who has lived in the middle of the earthquake of Lucania and dell'Irpinaia 80 is always lost in the face of so much pain, despair and rubble.

is hard not to remember and relive the moments of terror, sudden jerks of the earth and the soul, the despair of having lost some dear, or friends, the moral and physical frailty, the ' inconsistency of the future. Not having anything to cling to or a place of refuge, at the mercy of events and others who hope to have a bit 'of consideration for you.

The vigils in the evening with the radio on to hear what had happened in other countries, contact one way or the other relatives and friends living in other places affected by the same beast.

I was young at the time I was about 20 years, through college and backed by a strong political commitment. So the decision to throw himself headlong, with many volunteers immediately came from Italy, Emilia Romagna, Modena, who became the twin city of my country, one of the eight municipalities of the crater, in relief work and further efforts to reconstruction. How in many places in Italy we had set up a radio "free", as it was then, after co-op Radio Bella, who immediately restart it so as to make a point of reference for the organization of information relief.

Yet, despite the efforts, I feel that my memories (painful) have already lost thickness, decorated by a long exercise in forgetting.

The first night of the earthquake, I was with a dear friend of mine in the main square the country to sort the rescuers to retrieve old or inability, or fatalism were still in their homes in the historic center. Looking at the collapsed roofs and cracks in the walls I said anxiously, "how long will these images before my eyes?" And added. "How I wish it were already past twenty years."

Many years have passed and yet traces of the earthquake are still present in homes, in the minds and lives of the inhabitants of those countries. The earthquake was and is still perceived as a watershed between a before and an after, an earlier era and a new indeterminate and uncertain. For us young most of the time involved was a great surge of humanity and altruism. It was also the period of the encounter with reality harder and disillusionment a time past the immediate emergency. With the rise of interest relating to the findings and the corrupt climate of solidarity here is the emergence of attitudes of selfishness and opportunism improntanti characterized by even more pronounced than normal people who thought that the earthquake could be a ' opportunity "(opportunity for that?). This would have broken a common perspective, condemning these villages to the ugliness of the physical reconstruction and the continued neglect. Young people, Despite the false hopes and unrealistic reconstruction of industrial zones have continued to prefer other horizons, other countries or other Italian regions.

I can not watch these images are "obscene" because there should be. Yet here again, nothing has changed. Strange, strange country Italy the Italians, who know the address with compassion and enthusiasm times of emergency but have no ability to project into the future.

I can not watch these images are "obscene" for looting the journalism and political presenteeism "now I think about me. " It has changed little, as little more than hope. It would take a profound change in public anthropology. Maybe the Abruzzi will emerge now look out of our horizons. Citizenship strongly claimed by men and women, albeit in pain know to look towards the future with determination and stubbornness. Once the spotlight off the newspaper will be even harder and more uncertain expectations.

Ulrich