My frend the Sperm Whale
The summer mist had a different density but it was beginning to clear. Nicola held fast the tiller and stared at his son who, rocked by the sound of the engine of the small fishing boat, between sea sprays and light breezes, had fallen asleep in the prow near the nets just ten minutes after weighing anchor.
It was not the first time that Salvatore had left the coast with his father but never so early. Nicola had promised him, after his continual insistence every evening before bedtime, that at day light he would be taken to the deep submerged valley known as the Canyon of Cuma between Ischia and Ventotene to observe the sperm whales.
Elve's food. Mushrooms, fairies and fantasies of autumn
Have you heard of the very secret research done in the woods of Ischia, not far from the groves of beans called bagpipers, including hardwood logs of oak and chestnut trees, even olive trees and the Ganoderma lucidum?
This is a non-edible mushroom quite rare for Ischia, although very well known for its medicinal and anti-inflammatory powers when reduced to powder tablets in China and Japan.
This mushroom associated to oak trees, trees of life, opens the doors for a digression which for me is relevant.
Aragonese Castle - Saturday 18th September 9 p.m. "Jungle"
“It is a rainy autumn evening and the central train station in Milan is crowded with commuters returning home from work. In the middle of the crowd, as if invisible, eight – ten young foreign adults of different ages move. They are guided by a man in a long coat of imitation tiger fur, it is Sherekhan the child trafficker.
While the group moves towards the exit one of the children runs into the tunnels of the station, his name is Muli and he doesn’t want to be forced by threats of violence to steal and beg for Sherekhan.
Muli’s jungle is the huge central train station, with its structures, dark and damp tunnels, inside which moves a humanity with different rules of survival where the law of the strongest is the main asset. In this wild context, Muli manages to help his friends, finding true friends which help him to stop Sherekhan,”
Summer School of Humanities and Philosophy festival - Reports and mediation
The voice of the nature usually begin to be heard in September. That place had been invaded the month before, the type which disturbed all the locals, but - according to them – was necessary.
What was really necessary? asked little Hans He had been brought to this place as a result of issues related to his parents’ employment to found himself in a different situation: people who spoke a different language, different roads, faces and habits.
Owner of a dream - Ferrari meeting September 16th to 18th
The year was 1969 ... as my mother always told me I was eager to be born, so much so that she only just reached her room in time, I was almost born in the clinic’s corridor.
From an early age I have had a passion for anything on four wheels, a bit like all children.
I was trying to do a little something extra; I completely dismantled cars and then reassembled them creating real prototypes. Afterwards I raced across the floor and ended up against the wall laughing hard to start all over again.
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