The real story of Patrick Winningoes-1

 

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«I will soon be back, make yourselves at home, please» - the man said going out. We looked at each other, George and I. It had only been from the morning that we didn’t have a chance to stay alone, however I swear that it seemed to me as it was an eternity.

He spoke for the first . -«That’s a real story of madness! »– he burst out taking a seat in one of the four wood armchairs that were around a circular table in the center of the small room–«This man must be crazy ! Let's put him off as soon as is back and let's escape from here, until we are in time»–he added while I was taking a seat in front of him.

-«Just a moment, George, may be it will seem strange to you, but I don't feel afraid of this man! He inspires a sort of trust on me, despite his strangeness.»

-«But do you realize what are you talking about? Have you gone out of sense too? This man must have some extraordinary powers: hasn't he hypnotized us just slightly before? Have you also heard him talk of super-races and brain's experiments  or have I dreamed of it?»–George attacked me nervously.

-«Be quiet, please, George» - I told him in a calm voice. –«First of all, I don't believe he has hypnotized us, just before. Secondly, if he is really so powerful as you say, what could be his reaction, when we try to immobilize him? Make a point on it:  when we arrived here, we were both sleepy. Therefore if he  wanted to use us as guinea-pigs, two punctures were enough for him to knock us down!  On the other hand I have not still seen nor cats that resemble to mice, neither men with a square brain! Who can be sure that the old man is not inventing everything? It would not surprise me if this story derived from the imagination of some fantastical writer. I want to go to the end of all these circumstances. Don’t  you also want to know what kind of job's proposal Mr Winningoes is going to make us?»

George gazed for a long time in to my eyes, thoughtfully. Then, without answering, he relaxed on the back of the chair, releasing the muscles and breathing deeply.

He stood with half open  eyes crossing at once the feet and the hands softly on the womb,  with the right hand covering the palm of the left one. He seemed to me almost slept, while only the breath animated his body.

Won by all those unexpected and subsequent emotions, I also imitated him doing my best on sitting comfort on the wood ancient chair.

to be continued...

The Bully Boy

 

Donald Trump reminds me of that bully boy, a playmate from my childhood, with whom we played football.

 Unlike us, he was a kind of  child, to whom his parents did not deny anything. 

Some evenings, when he got tired of his individual games, he would join us in the small  field where we strolled around until the sun went down. Often he  brought with him a new football of his.

Then two teams were formed. I remember that he wanted to build his team with the strongest and most capable, even if the latter were not always happy to be on his side. 

Nonetheless, when his team lost, or he couldn't score, or things didn't turn as he said, he accused the referee of favoritism and in order to win, he was able to argue that one of his shots, clearly out of goal,  had instead entered the mirror of the door. 

When he was unable to impose his will, he would walk away, taking his balloon with him. 

So, sometimes, in order not to remainfootballless, we would bow his head and give it to him. 

This is what Donald Trump clearly  did. 

He wanted to take the White House away, because the voters didn't vote him. 

But this time, the owner of the ball went wrong.

To exit or no to exit

Yesterday, half a million  people, marched  in London against the Brexit.
I've already written in this blog what I think of this theme.
I love all UK, its people, its multinational culture, its different, strong tradition whatever they might decide to do on Brexit. Even if  they would be out of EU I would keep on loving and respecting their great democracy and their great Country.
Nevertheless I  hope that Great Britain remains in the European Union.
We need them as well as they need us to be together.
United Kingdom, English, Scottish and Irish people are part of Europe.
The European, different people, like English, French, Spanish, Italians, Germans, Danish and all the others, are like those cousins which have a common inheritance to share: it's better to find an agreement and keep on together.
We have already fight too much to conquer and manage on our own, exluding the others, the whole inheritance and it has been a disaster.
Who does not remember the cruel wars the ones against the others? How many have them been? I cannot even count them out since the Roman Empire has collapsed, almost sixteen centuries ago.
That's enough my  European friend.
I want we to stay together, with our differences, with our peculiarities, defending our own culture but sharing our friendship, building a new great Country to face the new millennial challenges against the giants of the world (I don't only mean USA, but also China, India and the others emergeing, dangerous  powers).
And I can't forget the sweet face of Helen Joanne Cox who has died for the European dream to be true.
Please, don't let her blood sacrifice be useless.
I embrace you, brothers of Albion. Do what you think is better for you but don't forget that together we'll be stronger. Europe is strong if we keep together though someone would prefer to split us.
The good things to joint are much more than those to break up.
And London is for ever, anyway.

Beyond the Hadrian Wall

Scottish PM Nicola Sturgeon has called for a new referendum on Scotland leaving the UK. 

That's a straight consequence of  premier May triggering the article 50 of European Treaty in order to drive UK out of EU ( the so called Brexit). 

Edinborough does not want to leave Bruxelles and Scottish people want to remain in the European Union. 

As matter of fact the large majority of Scots voted for remaining in the june referendum last year. 

So London risks to pay a very high price leaving EU. 

But if Edinborough succeeds on its idea of breaking the unity with London, then we will have to say that English have succeeded where even the Roman Empire had failed: joining the Caledonian lands to the western civilised countries, while England will remain off the Hadrian Wall.

 I ask my English friends if it is worth all this.

 Please, put apart your pride and come back on your steps. 

EU needs to be changed from inside. 

We need London staying with us. We want Scotland staying within. 

Can anyone do anything to stop an odd and casual disaster like Brexit seems to be? 

Anyway, London will be in my heart for ever.

A good book is for ever

Summer is almost gone. We're back at school (at least in the boreal emisphere). 

 Generally I prefer reading than writing, and so especially in the summer. 

When I don't find good new books I go back to classic books. This summer I have read, between others, Jack London's "The call of the wild".

 It's the story of Buck, a half breed dog, who by mean of a servant's treachery, is moved from his sunkissed masterhouse in Santa Monica to the icecold regions of the northlands, following the madness gold rush in the end of the XIX century. 

So Buck is thrown from the leisure of his south life to the fighting hard life of the freezy north. 

And it's a daily struggle for life. Buck has to fight against men, for they need led's dogs blindly devoted to their hard task, strong and obedient; and he has also to fight against the other dogs, for the struggle of the leadership is a natural, instinctual must in a  harnessed  sled score and even out of those laces. 

Memorable are the pages on which London describes the duel and the rivalcy between Buck and Spitz the two dogs who want the supremacy over the other huskies. The story represents a great metaphore of human life and the struggle of the man against the elements, the savage habitat, the animals and the other men in order to survive. 

The same daily struggle we assist nowdays, in the war time, as in peace time; workers against capitalists; men against women; good against evil; governements against financial powers all over the world: the eternal fight for primacy, for surviving. At last Buck, once rent all the ties with his masters, joins the wolves in the forest: and he's back at his natural feature, his real dimension. The call of the wild has won over all.

 I think a good book is a good friend for ever.