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wrong? Send a fax to the secretariat of the Mayor

An original form of protest was implemented on December 19 by a group of users of railway Roma-Pantano, exasperated by the poor functioning thereof. They decided to invade the fax letters of protest to the mass of the Mayor and require users to use the same system.
Below the text in leaflets distributed.

"JOIN THE PROTEST JUST SEND THIS FAX TO THE SECRETARY OF THE MAYOR FAX: 06-67103590

RAIL ROMA-SLEW: PROTEST IN TOWN

Dear Mayor
am a citizen of Rome who daily use the railway Roma-Pantano.

to no avail if the constant letters and phone calls of protest, it is good that someone will put it to the current conditions of railway travel in the Roma-Pantano.

At any hour of the day EXPECTATIONS are spread over too often over 20 minutes;

after long delays, we are horrified by the passage of several trains unloaded and fully functional, but that does not stop, do not understand

because during peak hours there is a frequent passage of trains not only in the direction used by the user: to the periphery toward the center in the morning and evening;

is almost impossible to get on the first train arriving;

if we can get you travel in inhumane conditions, not wish to anyone before or after a day's work;

several cars in the windows do not open: are blocked;

on old models of trains, the blue ones, has this? Older people up and down with difficulty: the steps are too high;

last trains traveling at a speed ridiculous

too often it is locked: TRAIN CASE FAULT, so tell us;

Centocelle station will often have to decline, and no one knows why, change trains;

during strikes called by unions even when the train does not pass the "BANDS OF WARRANTIES. The

therefore urge to travel along the Rome-Pantano

WITH THE "BLUE TRAIN" INSTEAD OF THE MACHINE!

I'm not going to wait until 2011 to be active in the new line C.
I'm not going to travel in these conditions for another 5 years.


WILL CONTINUE TO SEND FAX THIS UNTIL I WILL COMPLY / A CITIZEN AS / A PAYING THE DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC TRANSPORT "

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The Return of the Dragon

This is the first time that I decided to write on the Internet, instead of taking my pen. I made a small step forward beginning to write on Word ... and now directly online. Where do I begin? Today is Independence Day here in Finland, I could talk about this and what we have done to celebrate the event, or how they are broadcasting on television handshakes between heads of state and several characters who do not know (Hundreds and hundreds ...). I could.
Instead I just want to travel between imaginary memories, looking for a way never lived, where everything takes place, where everything is clean and clear and you can lie down quietly to watch the sky and life goes on as scheduled. I hear a voice? None. This is the point, no one speaks, in secluded corner. No one smiles, and many voices mingle and expands until rippling. I would like to separate the entries. I would throw them off the balcony, but there is a balcony and the window is closed from the inside. Nothing can come Nothing can come out, it was almost physical. To lie on the bed with the door closed, a sign of denial. To be an insurmountable barrier that in fact there is even with the door wide open and the voice of TV that makes undisturbed air. I would like.
I will not go beyond the wall or the wall vanishes. But for it to be bypassed. You too? Sure. I would say to qualify, but I'm not sure. I should at least remove a few bricks, just to help the climb. Yet I seem to have done so. It's more than once. Really. The results were equal to zero. That is nothing.
More than a wish list I could not write at this time. An endless list, words that we could put into one sentence: "The Return of the Dragon". Why do you decide? I have not the faintest idea. The return should perhaps refer to the past, to that child that I see in the pictures and I looked like a drop of water. A child looking everywhere and I do not know anymore, but I recognize when I walk, when I do not live. It is there, totally innocent, with an unparalleled fanstasia, shiny hair and mischievous eyes. Perhaps like all children, perhaps only for someone special. Of course for me. The dragon
think it out. Out here. Just beyond those semi-transparent spheres. The two spheres that always accompany me, even now that should reside next to me ... and not around me. Should no longer wrap, maybe sit on the heart, but not around. Yet they are there. Here. And the dragon is out. Orange and red. Like life and like death. I want to return, to wake the baby. To get him back to reality and tell the world to me. Indeed not. I do not want a second story, I almost have a long life. I would like to tell me how to open the chest. How to approach the world. How ...
... live.
And all this in a country almost unknown, where people live like in fairy tales ...
... speechless. Again. I do not know what to think, I do not understand. An attitude that to me a little to do with culture. Street racing in the mountains, take your shoes and go. Open the door and go. Shut the door e. .. And it paints a question mark, which I can not answer questions. Questions to which I would not respond. Questions and solutions that they do not want to just put into words.
Even the third eye. Even him. The child had. Like me. There was very similar. But sometimes I'd rather live without. Sometimes I'm proud of what I learn, others simply dazed as I am fascinated. Apathetic and lacking the means to react to what I see. Elusive. Ridiculous? Only strong. Frightening in its reality. Just always a movement, hands, head, eyes. Just a little more. Too little. And even when you do not have any intention to understand ... you can not help but perceive it. Translating and block you. Why you do not know what to say. An eye too.
You see, I like to see through people, sign language is in my veins, but this slows down the dragon. In fact brings me to stop the dragon. Throw on water, raising beads, walls, doors. Invisible, but present. But the child as he did? He knew the dragon, despite what had been produced and lived, with all colors. But maybe it's just the desires. And he never existed. Maybe I'll know that the dragon when he has never met. So what? Where could I find the dragon? Thrown into the world? Risk? A little ', I believe in little steps to do so. Perhaps it is little. Maybe I should take more risks. A nice end? Not today. Not when you wait for the dragon ... have to come back.