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letter from a dear friend.

I asked some people an opinion on what I write here about my impressions of the Pilgrimage, and now an answer moved me.

Probably for the distant past that links me to those who wrote to me, a history of arguments and assessments that have the flavor of truth until such time as there is a new reality. Which still retain an unforgettable charm.

propose again here a passage in the mail that materialize my thoughts with the right words.

"Your story reminds me of Siddartha or that of" Into the Wild "is the story of a search that might not arrive at a destination, but a toast to the daily blessing a freedom that is taking place. "FF

Ps: those who pass can leave a comment or send me an email with your impressions, will be a small reward for my time, mostly to describe what happens to me, I will not just nice words, I want real and honest thoughts.

Thanks to all the readers of blog.K

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But resist and do not give up ... Never ...

twenty-two hours of zerootto twenty-nine January duemilaundici

Today was a day that has passed away this afternoon in a little of unhappiness, in the heart and soul, beginning with a reply back that I gave up facebook for those who took care of my mood.

puntanti Traveling with eyes down, but not to the asphalt at the bottom of society is not always easy, the stories are true, difficult, curiosity will not let me even a corner unexplored, where my legs can take to get my eyes and my ears ... especially for a kucciolo raised in the West is hard to see them all the misfortunes of those who I consider brothers away. Nothing serious at night take me back with a fabulous dream all forze.k

Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia is a tourist destination, yet very poor, this makes impressive steps in that city, there are many beggars and slums are seen near the buildings where it is also difficult to imagine the living conditions of the population they compressed certainly do better in rural villages where even if you do not have the facilities can enjoy unspoiled nature around them.

Here is the smog and chaos all around.

last night with a guy who drives a Cambodian Tuk Tuk we talked a little bit of problems in the country by drinking a beer at Pudda Race, we asked to visit a variety of situations to unearth pictures of the city difficult, but some of our choices were rejected by the danger of "mission", I believe that to meet some issues such as pedophilia and the abuse of women in the suburbs adjacent to the city takes time and planning.

We decide to take, "Richard" as our guide and this morning we came to take a first step in a hospital which also deals with prostheses for landmine victims, in the center and do not feel to take photographs, but we still want to speak with a manager and accompany us in one room, perhaps one of the spokes, it's all very dirty and messed up in the courtyard is full of people who need support with different problems, the waiting room that is under an arcade seems another gateway to hell, but people here seem to wait patiently for the help from someone.

We enter the facility and talk with a doctor who tells us that because Saturday is the administration that no one can explain what happens, say goodbye and take a tour of autonomy within 'hospital, going to a comrade, I understand as unnecessary and superfluous are the complaints of all the people I know, probably my own, "as you eat well in hospital" ...

This is all very precarious, there is only a nurse and no doctor, the patients' rooms are dirty and dilapidated, the beds of wooden planks and anything decorated the place, we get over the dormitories and look for someone who speaks English, no one answered, the problems are varied and remain here without a description, just a comment, difficult is life for those who pass through these places .

Healthy respect and say goodbye.

ask to see a mosque, trying to see who is worse, I'm curious about how Islam is dealt 5percento that is embraced by the people of Cambodia, our guide is not very prepared, however, leads us to a mosque, but maybe it is abandoned, the visit and take some pictures, I find the back of a wooden crate with the sheep inside, someone goes from here ..

Then we go out there and sneak in a way that brings in the slums, we will proceed with caution, the guide says that the day is not dangerous, but be careful of the cameras, then is dangerous, no place for tourists, we all look at with suspicion but do not intimidate us and we continue with smiles and bows with folded hands as required by local custom.

Proceeding I run into a small medical clinic and ask the operator how difficult it is and he asks me my roots, then tells me he knows of many Italians who studied in France and the French are better , I do not know its source and look forward to the answer to my question, nods, is not easy as I imagined, but his face is peaceful, healthy and go on.

advance to a crossover, but perhaps there is no need to go without anyone who can translate our intentions and we therefore reverse until our tuktuk, to move into a factory that produces shoes, I had seen the bus coming with the release of employees from a factory that is on the road at the entrance of the capital, an impressive sight, thousands of women running off the huge company.

Here, as in other countries such as India, Thailand, Laos and China, women are called to work for companies that produce the largest contract manufacturers of clothing arriving in Europe and America, women are attracted to cities with the promise of a job and are hired with a salary ranging from fifty to seventy dollars per month, the problem is that those with money can barely live in the city, then they are then forced to seek a second job and degradation offers them seats in brothels around the city.

arrive before the company first, and already knowing the answer, we try to ask if we do enter, our guide explains that we are only tourists and curious why we would like to see the production, they close the gates and there away in the second call with the radio, even a guard the first, then decide to wait for the release of the girls and drink a drink in a bar in front.

When there is little we prepare for the exit with three cameras to film the event, the guards noticed us and we warned off, but we resist , we are far apart and we prepare our tuktuk to escape from them recently started to approach many food vendors at the exit of the company, our guide tells us it's not a big factory and not all girls will stop work for lunch, we will not move from our positions, organized, I video, large images up close and lorenzo. Begin to out in dribs and drabs of the first girls are searched individually exit and create a growing stream of girls that lasts about six minutes, we see some figures moving around us, we decide it's time to go, we go on our transportation intersection and two girls, I ask them their age, they look around and say eighteen, I'm not sure that all are of age, healthy and away we go ...

return to the hotel I go to eat at Indian restaurant, then do a lap with Lorenzo on markets, much more narrow and specific as those in Vietnam, putrfazione usual meat and strong odors that do not let you forget how these places.

return to the hotel, I think about everything I've seen ... I'm a ticket to Bangkok, two days walk away, what I saw was enough for me although I hope to come back to every place.

I just have to finish the job with antonio to pass him the photos and visit the project's HipHop dance school, then traveling to Chiang Mai to reach the children who start tonight and celebrate the Tet (Chinese New Year ).

k

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Visit projects interview (Battambang) Visit

DAY: Hours of Twelve and Twenty-six Twenty-seven in January Duemilaundici

are in the office of Komar Rikreay the center where the project is being developed that I am visiting today with Antonio, we just finished dinner with the director of the center has invited us, we have prepared a lot of things, but as usual just because I eat here every We bring the dish or meat or fish, rice never fails, so always fill the belly, this time I could combine the cooked Pampink from one of the houses in the project.

This morning we arrived at eight and Antonio after she told two things and presented to the leaders of the center went to the office to do his job, a review and audit of the interviewing project finance, the project is by support for child victims of trafficking in human beings, that is to be understood as political shift, prison, for reasons of prostitution or drug and alcohol problems of parents.

surcharges at this time the children of this center are children of people who have had such problems, some living in Thailand or elsewhere, in some cases, such as I have explained and supported by a project of four local NGOs that deal to go to the border to take the kids that are delivered to them by the police or because their parents are gone, or imprisoned or otherwise no longer provide for the maintenance of their children.

Beginning the rounds of the picture, the director asked me if we can use the photos to show to potential investors and donors, and then try to do all the pictures starting with the necessary facilities , creating a complete service.

Then step the garden, the pigs, the cultivation of mushrooms and an end to the houses where the children live, are very nice two-storey structures made of wood, shooting photos here and trying to imagine life here as a child and I realize that under a hut there are some children playing.

The children seem happy and as usual in this case seem well supported by people who care here, there are fifty-five children in total, twenty-six are from human trafficking and twenty-nine from the road.

decided to go closer and take some pictures and I'm surrounded in a short time, he likes to be photographed and put pose, then as all children I have met so far, he likes to meet again in the machine's display picture ... I gasatissimi, I get up and try to continue miavisita and children start running towards me, and unfortunately a little girl falls on the gravel, fortunately nothing serious, the help to get up and get a volunteer who convinces her that nothing was done, then go with the library, where they are doing the vaccinations to children, even shooting some photos here, I would try to Do not lift too much iso (sensitivity of the camera) to avoid shelling the photos too but the light is low, however some pictures out and above all I can tell even this little bit of magic for these guys.

Esco, another walk to the football field, snap some photos.

Antonio joins me for a ride in homes where other children are housed, another interesting part of this project, children who were guests of Komar Rikreay are entrusted to a woman alone or with economic problems that have a home in this case is a couple where the husband has Alzheimer and the problems they need to do physiotherapy.

The structure that houses the first visit that FamilyHouse

In this house There are six children in care at different ages, we also enter into the house to take some photos, but with every shot seems to steal a piece of privacy of these people, we will proceed with a group photo, because of a French girl 'Association Komar Rikreay Association asked me if I leave after the pictures that are used for a print campaign.

not bear the photograph of the dog house :-)

This is the situation that seems more effective, with a support two U.S. dollars per day per child (Not sure of the figure) will help the woman who is in difficulty and the opportunity for children to live in a house, will be in the public schools and have the presence of a "mother" that will stick when necessary and that he loves well, it's a mutual existence, a good example of humanity, as I said in the preceding text, an example of civil society that cooperates with a support of local NGOs and foreign supporters such as interviews.

back with the machine that brings us around, me and Anthony are seduni in the bed of pick-up and Antonio continues to tell stories of this country, of these projects, especially in the past and future of the various states where he has served in large NGOs, snap some pictures of children, roads and what catches my attention.

We returned to the office and I wrote it, unfortunately there is no connection and I can not lay out the blog also including the photos, now I'm going to place the shots in view of delivery to central and for the association.

I'm a bit tired or maybe it's just begun the digestion, I would like a hammock, now I see if I find it or maybe I'll jump on the bed of a pick-up stand waiting to depart for a visit in the afternoon the Foster- Family.

In the afternoon we drive to go for a visit in a landfill not far from here in Cambodia as in other countries in need, sites are inhabited by families who have nothing and looking for things to sell in the waste, separating plastic, cardboard and other small sums of money in order to sell it to I think that consortiums to recycle, party and as usual I jump in the bed of pickups, we are in a flat area surrounded by fields for growing rice and one can see from afar the landfill, snap some photos and get closer.

Arriving at the place we go down and ask him if you can make some shots, the situation is quite difficult to tell, there are some people in the midst of the junk that seek to divide it by fishing with a hook of iron that you select, there are children and pregnant women, are shed in the midst of garbage and a small shrine, I approach and observing I realize the ground to be on top of a mountain of medical waste, syringes, drip, bowls of medicines, I turn and watch the children, who like walking barefoot in a playground, the situation is sad, nothing leaves room for positive thoughts here .

I take some photos and try to understand the feelings of these people but it is impossible.

poached staff responsible for the design of the site tells us that everything is divided and then sorted, divided above the wet fraction, with special collections in the markets and this will greatly benefit from a FERTILIZER. In the center there is also a structure that, according to the executives, is home to the children of working families here, but some children are still around after the mother, especially strikes me as a woman who has a small child in her arms bare and two the following in continuation.

This is the most difficult visited so far, any type of security, no security, a place perhaps like hell.

Resume the pickup and this time I sit inside, the body is thrown a lot of fertilizer produced here as a tribute to the director of Komar Rikreay to try it in their gardens, they are not sure of goodness of its content.

returned to the center and Antonio still has to work with the director, I decided to do another round of photos, now the sun has a better cut, take pictures, play with kids, talk to the girl of association and then we start to return to the hotel.

to relax a little about the thoughts I take the opportunity of the presence of a large swimming pool, do a dive and swim back and forth trying to sleep without thinking too tired last night, then shower and go to eat.

returned to the hotel I adjusted the picture, thinking with every shot to the difficulties of local NGOs to maintain the support and the differences with the world I live in the West.

I turn off the air conditioning and I fall asleep, wake up early tomorrow.

SECOND DAY: four o'clock and fifty minutes of January twenty-eight duemilaundici

I wake up suddenly, I look around and I did not still the case, today we must leave the hotel, I decide to get up, shower and place the suitcase, then proceed to the arrangement of some pictures and texts that stretch and I can not publish.

seven and a half hours, with breakfast Antonio, binged because there is forecast to skip lunch, then come and get us with the usual pickup, jump in and we go to the center this morning Antonio is busy with his work, so I am giving birth to the girl of the French association and a manager of the center and we go to visit the Foster Family, a situation similar to the house saw yesterday, but in this case the system is somewhat more stable, the boys are not, two or three per family, and how to foster an adoption is similar but with some limits, but not in detail before I visit "home", of cabin with the roof steel on the outskirts of the city, are well kept inside a large room in the center that serves as a living room and bedroom, the kitchen in the back of the house made of stones and a fire in the corner where they cook the food, the bathrooms are iron booth behind the house.

As in most of the houses here and there is no running water in this case there is not electricity, life is not easy here, but the children seem happy, however, take some pictures and then say goodbye jumping on the bed of the pickup and two children are with us for a ride to school.

We return to the center and I term the division of the photos, but it's late and the director insisted on bringing in food, vegetarian restaurant to eat all of it right here, I have to finish the copy of photo and then jump on the bed of the pickup with my backpack and laptop in hand that are converting photos while traveling around this video and I finish my work.

arrive at the restaurant and you do not understand very much on the menu, but no matter, to be sure that everything is free of animal ordered If a dish, comes with a hot plate to fry an egg dipped in a sauce with carrots and other vegetables, accompanied by a bubble of laughter, and taste is delicious, devour it and prepare to leave.

got on the bus that will take us in Phnom Penh capital of Cambodia, I expect them to map and Lorenzo, who have booked a triple room to economise further travel, and Antonio will visit Monday with a project for a school that teaches hip hop street kids and other dances, a situation antonio that describes an excellent solution, but with economic difficulties, I will try to make a video on my return to see if anyone wants to send a donation but here are so many things to help.

Let's usual chatter and a thousand questions and then I sleep a little and the journey continues ...

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projects interview (Seam Reap)

seven hours of January twenty-six duemilaundici

woke up early and breakfast at the Blue Pampinks Antonio with a very special pastry in the center of Siem Reap, I eat two buns with almonds and a delicious tea with ginger and honey, then the van comes to Child Rights Foundation carrying a delegation of local NGO funded by Intervita deals with the development of the project within schools that we're going to visit in the district of Varin (Seam Reap) .

suggest below an explanation of the project as presented on the site Intervita and confirmed in person by the Country Director Antonio Small INTERVIEW Onlus CAMBODIA.

"A Siem Riepe, in northern Cambodia, interviews and undertook to train 150 teachers in 22 elementary schools on educational systems that do not involve corporal punishment positive. With the support of the Ministry of Education, the project provides the concrete implementation of the Convention on the Rights of the Child, which Cambodia has ratified in 1992, permigliorare the learning conditions of 8600 children. Besides equipping school, Interview considers crucial to ensure teachers, principals and teachers the basics to start u report constructive side of children, because learning helps the growth of the individual as a whole. "

Let's start with the van and walk around sixty kilometers to reach the first school in Svay Sor School, the road to the first stretch is paved, but soon becomes unpaved and sometimes we met some difficulties in passing, given the state of wooden bridges that do not provide support to our means, fortunately there is always a small road from the possibility of continuing, other cases the co-pilot has to go down to help the driver to slide the wheels of the vehicle in the right direction to go hole to avoid if you want to continue the path.

When we arrived, the first director of the school comes to us, as for most of the population in this area, he does not speak English, so many bowed to the rite and then smiles, our companions and we translate explain some things.

Here is a structure a little older and a new just built and donated by Ms. Akiyo Takeuchi, who has the impression that it was finished recently and in fact cites the plate 'inauguration

bath Svay Sor school

occurred 15 October two thousand and ten, we are moving towards the classrooms and each time we approach the children are raised very kindly greet us all together, then sit back and continue the lesson, but continuing to study this strange characters that roam in their schools, especially I am noted for my beard now, especially here in Cambodia, but I smile at all so do not fear them, I continue to take pictures of the classes, the structure and then the manager shows me the bathroom, making me realize that I only have one for two hundred children and that is short, I look at it, take a picture and certainly believe him.

continue the tour in the second structure, in the meantime, the delegations will exchange information and impressions, I came across the floor of the new structure which, unfortunately, in some places is already breaking to just four months after his inauguration, someone explains to me that in some cases the schools are awarded to the Cambodian people in exchange for contracts in the country and then are built with a bit of levity, to use a mild term, but we can not say that again how it went, another hypothesis is that Cambodian businesses through the construction of the few reliable checks on contracts does not use the techniques and better materials that could make the structure more solid.

greet the children and we approach the van, we salute the director and we move to the second school.

see tragus In many schools, all part of the project, since it provides for the application throughout the area, because we do not stop and we continue our "guides" have some choices in detail and we do not know what ' and the criterion.

arrive in the School of Num COH, completely different structure, with open walls as a gazebo, here are three classes that are studying, here too we encounter the director and do the ritual greetings and then we presented to teachers and students greet us with the usual heat, then begin to scrutinize closely.

Here students are learning the alphabet and in turn go to the blackboard, with a long wand khmner mark the letters of the alphabet and pronounce each letter and the ' entire class repeats, the end of each aluno whole class applauds and goes next to the pupil, then move on to a visit around the school, I take a picture to the bathrooms, one for all here but unfortunately without water, thus unusable.

There are also see the well that until recently supplied water to the school, was also removed the pump handle and tell us that it is dry, but the biggest problem in this area is that there are technicians who are able to check if the problem is actually that, or maybe it's something easy to solve, we discuss a moment, Antony some hypotheses and explains some known solutions from the experiences of other projects, then you come to the conclusion that is home to understand that problem but it takes a broader analysis to give priority to interventions and that will be addressed.

us from the group reach a small village behind the school, here are a few pigs, chickens, children and lots of dogs, especially puppies a defense from his mother.

taking some pictures of the houses, animals and the group that met in the village next to a tree, then passes a girl on the bicycle, Antonio makes a joke and everyone laughs, of course, since they speak only Khmer and we do not, we do not understand but you still ride together.

In any transfer talk a lot with Antonio, and do a thousand questions to which he answered with great patience and an open book I illustrates his point of view, is a life that moves to help people in need and made it a profession, I explained very carefully the projects in which it is giving me the opportunity to take pictures and especially difficult to understand these realities, in every speech he can always find a story that manages to give a rational explanation, I especially like his approach to these issues in the first instance by placing the solution of the reaction in civil society, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot fill the belly but one day to teach him for life and in this specific project to teach those important figure for the new generations, teachers, a new constructive relationship alongside the children, because learning helps the growth of the individual as a whole.

This approach seems very intelligent and also the philosophy of interviews, not an end in themselves but aid routes and builds community support over time to grow and learn to stand alone.

Antonio has a good energy, is full of passion and do what he likes, not a lucky man, but a man who was able to tenaciously pursue its goals, bringing his expertise in international cooperation in many developing countries.

Typical house in rural Cambodian

arrival at the premises of another school tell us that is coming food for lunch with a second machine and I and we get Antonio to a Buddhist temple nearby, walking and talking of their projects and developments come to the center of the courtyard and we are meeting some of the monks in their orange uniform, some are very small.

One of them, maybe not a monaco, asks us to think of where we come in English, meets Antonio, but soon we realize that English was the only thing he knew, look at us and laugh, we laugh and we move further towards the temple glimpsed in the distance a temple made of wood, maybe it's the old one, take more pictures and then call us for lunch telling us that we were invited to the home of the director of a school, even if in fact the food is there with us.

arrive in the house and sit for land, the house is very particular in line with the newer homes in the area, particularly a carpet on which we sit and tell us who is seventy years, in fact, it seems that has not even one for the wear that presents, get some food and open containers in polystyrene and some thermos, there is a lot of things, but unfortunately they all have vegetables with meat or fish and there are some ribs and fried fish, I am almost tempted to eat a rib, thinking that the animal was taken from where did the path that I context of intensive farming, but it closes before the stomach and then armored thoughts, I can not get this compromise, the animal does not is plus my food, it still felt pain, I just laughed and smile because I think this is absolutely not a problem.

Finished with the rice I eat some bananas, very good, then I invite you to eat more, they are a bit disappointed because we had not said that I am a vegetarian, and then there was nothing for me, but thank you and I say that is not a problem, and meanwhile take the opportunity to eat another banana seen as good.

I walked out while they talk and I take a picture inside the well in the yard, I ponder and keep thinking about all the things we talked about me and Antonio so far, and I think the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving them the opportunity to solve the problems of their people, a solution to support the civil society that fascinates me and which I will also later.

Back to school where there will be a meeting to deal with the project among stakeholders, that Antonio will not stop the meeting is a greeting and then we prepare to leave, noticing something very special, the school bell is without obtaining an anti-tank missile (it seems to me) hanging from a tree that is beaten with a rod of iron, at least now, even if that object has utility to those who know the principle for which it was built is a little impression.

We climb on a jeep with license plate NGOs, with a thousand thoughts I continue to think of everything I saw and heard today, his ears full, the brain milling, in the heart and eyes and the smiles of children hope that this project can continue to make them smile because they can grow with a little more serenity.

Thanks to all donors to his interview and cooperating that lend themselves to monitor the effective development of projects financed, as far as I see it is genuine.

On the way back I fall asleep.

k

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I try to write what I would not forget ...

But I go too fast as usual, in order to leave a written record of everything ...

noon of January twenty-six duemilaundici
Last day in Seam Reap, I have done a tour of the market with all my baggage on their shoulders, they are divided in my backpack so that you have already in mind the things I want to leave during my way, a sheet, towel, the two books I finished reading the LONELY Planet's Vietnam, that of Cambodia, a pair of shoes and some clothes. When I left I put a copy in your backpack shiddartha convinced that I would find someone to donate it, is in Italian and decided I'll give it to his son Antonio who is fourteen years old, I hope you will appreciate how I have done the reading.
also just found the right place, let the flag of Brazil bought two years ago on the island of Fernando de Noronha and the flag of peace that was in my room, I want to leave them in a temple as a sign of good luck for me and everyone can watch.

Now that I write, I sat alone in an Indian restaurant, my favorite, an American asks me where I'm headed, I tell him some of my trip and he tells me that teaching in korea and is now maybe back in america for a holiday and decided to take a ride in this area before going back, say hello to me and said perhaps because there riincontreremo Batambang to go to tomorrow and I wish them good luck.

How often I apologized for my bad English, and like so many others told me not to worry that he certainly was better than his Italian.

I called Antonio and is now leaving, I can not even finish my Thali, ask for the bill, four dollars, and I pay load to reach the bus that will take us to Batambang Also today, I could not tell the evenings in Seam Reap with maps and our friend Lorenzo and Makara TukTuk, races "clandestine" friendly, organized for our amusement and disbelief Cambodian boys, we had a race motor, a bicycle and the most beautiful with TukTuk, but maybe if I did not write is because it does not.

On the evening of the race with TukTuk we had all our machines in hotel picture except that I always inseparable Ixus backpack, low quality but you can see what happens ...

The race has not been a real challenge, I and most, after our Cambodian friends have trusted in loans (no money) their tuktuk, we have did a tour and the last section we have simulated the race to keep them entertained for a while, then we have offered a drink to all the usual four liters of beer.

rocks and I have also spent a night with Cambodian Makara tuktuk our friend and his brother, took us to a nightclub frequented only by Cambodians, hiphop and delirium that reminded me of when I was sixteen and went to the disco, then because of them we went to a nightclub like motorway service stations, even this only for local, menus and staff do not even speak English, something we ate, talked to other customers (with the translation of our guide) and then we went to sleep happy to have had the opportunity to see these places away from the tourist routes.

K

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Peace

Twelve and twenty-four minutes Twenty-three of the January Duemilaundici (Angkorwat)

Looking to understand. Understand
to interpret. Interpret
to act.
act for a living.
live in peace ...

The constant attempt to find a way "right" leads me to walk the streets seemingly endless, as with photography, looking for the shots you visualize more things, then you choose which is the time to increase pressure index and allow the mirror to stand up and stop the light of that frame that we have before our eyes, photography for me, and then observed, understanding, interpretation, action, life ...

Everything that goes beyond a objective (which is not a person capable of giving due weight to things) seems to have no memory, even if at the same time, what is captured is only a memory observed, understood and interpreted subjectively by the action of the author, can often, with more important when there is an artistic flavor to have an internal feeling, but it remains a subjective feeling.

complex task even to attempt to deconstruct the peace in the photograph.

Days full and complex, I store a multitude of images and information that I try to arrange to keep the memory, Richard rightly suggested to me that things are going first and then lived and told, maybe I should only learn to take short appunti.Il danger of losing the details, not to mention good and let the subsequent experience to change their past memories.

I'll try to take me to equal the new journey by bus (five hours) waiting for me soon, from Seam Reap to Batambang .

Thanks to Max, Lorenzo, Alessandro, Antonio, Friends TukTuk, Quyen Duong &, Children met in orphanages, those encountered on the street.

Thanks to people who are waiting for me at home.

Thanks to those who read these words.

Thank you all for give me a chance to live this experience.

Thanks also to the part of me that does not give mai.MAI ...

K. ..

School Students Svay Sor of Siem Reap in the district of Varin

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Shimmer By Bari Jay 2009

Their job

not speak to you about what's going around, so you already know - unless you're Peter the Hermit, and say that Peter the Hermit at a guess does not read the goat.
In short, exactly half the country considers to be dismayed and embarrassed, the other half (half than one would suspect, in case we decide the election) cries to the media conspiracy and Photoshop.

But no, I'll tell you this story today that the University of Genoa has a degree Honorary Roberto Saviano.
not in the literature: in law. Purely political act of great elegance. Saviano
So that, let us say, this air has always a bit ' a loan of one who does not sleep in the same place, he stood on the toga and the touch and had its good keynote .

He said being intellectual and witnessed what happens: the journalists who are killed in the world, he mentioned Christian Poveda killed in El Salvador and the poet Anna Akhmatova in the face of Soviet repression. He spoke of death, and, earlier, isolation, de-legitimization.

Then, in three rows, at the very end, he said before taking his leave:
" Finally, I dedicate this degree and this day, which obviously will not forget for life, three judges: the Boccassini, to provide and Sangermano, they are experiencing, I believe, only to have complicated days done their job of justice . "

Their job justice. And he came down the gallery.

Now no doubt for the rest, including prostitutes, there's mastercard. But this. This
, with that face a bit 'so, and the air uncertain, and a definite tendency to get into trouble, really is priceless.

Credit / 1 If instead you are Peter the Hermit, send me an email that you update on Italy 2011.
To tell you the genre, said Lele Mora (who is, will explain later, which is longish): "Sometimes it was just the president, Emilio Fede and me what we could do, as three out Babalu? better support me with beautiful women. "

Credit / 2 We Piero Forno, who for many years held together with a specialized team of police investigations that are shaking the wrists, veins, though much has been and is done continuously to protect our children, and all children, most unspeakable horror.

Credit / 3 We love to work in very difficult times Ilda Boccassini, for being a friend of Giovanni Falcone in terrible years. By not attending his funeral in Milan for the official protest against the CSM that Falcone had abandoned to its fate by preventing it from becoming public prosecutor in Palermo. For leaving Milan and reached the court in Caltanissetta Tinebra and to get together with him and found that condemn perpetrators and instigators of this crime.
because its history tells another story possible to all women who works as a make even more new, and still do not know that they are citizens and not subjects.

Actress With Biggest Boobs

Angkor wat

FIRST DAY: twelve hours and fifty twenty-three minutes of the January duemilaundici Angkor Wat Temple

I am close the largest archaeological site in Cambodia and the Guinness Book of Records sccondo the largest in the world, I paid forty U.S. dollars to enter inside the area for three days even though I think I'll stay only two but the price was identical.

Unfortunately, last night was a sleepless night and this morning I got up with difficulty at ten and not five as planned.

Esco hotel and take the first tuktuk to catch up and stretch a one-way trip to Angkorwat, two dollars and we leave after ten minutes we arrive, I make a picture and I will print out a personalized card with photo and again approaching the first temple, the greatest.

begins shooting the first pictures and start walking around there is a large lake or river, you do not understand, then cows and monkeys and even Chinese and Japanese tourists in droves, seem to be the biggest attraction, but as I can challenge, as even I am a tourist who shoot lots of photos.

Here again start thinking about the concept of "tourist" by refusing, and walking I get nervous seeing the tourists who give the candy to the monkeys, down with me and snap some pictures of our first-born, for then approach the first part of the temple, hence the lack of respect for what the present is meant and should mean even further destabilizes me, I guess sometimes closing his eyes what was happening here during construction and in later centuries, I try to imagine the scene, realizing that the vegetation should not be taken into account except for some trees that at the time it was a small young tree. I continue my journey and I sit down every now and then to touch the stones, take pictures, to imagine the past and calmly through this site, luckily I discovered it really is great for tourists and fortune can not fill all space, in addition to main temple there are other children, I approach one of these and sit for half an hour, the weather is nice, hot sun and some clouds so much so that every breath from the heat, accompanied by great gusts of wind ... I got hungry, but unfortunately I forgot the biscuits and tea also bought specially.

Extension

look up and see the stalls, I approach and I also offer food, sit down and start a stressful negotiation for a dress that I will not part from eighteen dollars to get to five, I order sprint roll Kemner that are vegetarians and Angkor beer, I look in the eyes of a heavy person tired, the woman selling clothes that followed me and sat in front of me, I eat the spring roll and drink beer, I write this text and observe the landscape behind me, Angkorwat reflected in one of the pools that surround it.

I shut the machine to finish eating, finish the beer, buy pants at least it's happy, I'll give them to someone at the end are not bad and then I am heading for the second part of my visit.

I walked a little and I found myself in a pagoda, a Buddhist monastery and orphanage, it hosts children from nearby villages and are taught the use of certain instruments, including though in principle the idea is good, not very much in the context of this tourist site, the children are sitting and waiting for the passage of tourists and a sign asking for tenders, the image reminds me of a zoo where it is shown that do not see near your home, I wanted to make a video to show it also for your readers, but the fight for privacy, the approval does not and will not look like all lobbies characters around me keeps me from falling into the usual payment of an offer and then shoot a video, nothing different from Western television rights here bought cheap as anything else. I put an offer and I'm the only photo in the cartel.

Now I'm sitting in the middle of the courtyard of the pagoda and around me there is no one, apart from a few words to the bargaining order in a restaurant before and have not spoken with anyone yet and I have no intention of doing so listening to the birds that seem to join the music of children that begins with each passing tourists, and also to dozens of street children trying to sell anything, postcards, hats, shirts, paintings and harass anyone who passes.

I fell asleep and later woke up early I feel a little tired, I stay here a while to observe the pagoda full of paintings and clouds flowing slowly over me ....

The tour continues to close the first temple without any situation to describe, take pictures, think and understand the specific details of these magnificent buildings.

Angkorwat I go out and once again tens of tuktuk assail me to give me a "passage", politely refused and walked up a long driveway through a lot of scooters, tuktuk, bicycles and a few bus load of tourists on a trip organized, the road is long but pleasant journey took some photos and decide to make another self-timer, use the small camera mounted on my monopod, I smile at the thought of people who see me.

shot and go on.

finished the tour does not feel like having to walk back, I met two girls who I took a picture while the picture is a friend jumping from a rock, then I asked them if they had ; TukTuk to Siem Reap, I said yes and I asked him for a ride, we met and I found that they are Vietnamese, I explained that I was in HCMC for the adoption of Alice Minh with the family and I showed him Photos from the handset.

We walked toward the TukTuk and we made a few more photos including two self-portraits to be typical tourists, we held to have a photo with the Italian friend who knew in Cambodia.

Self-timer and then TukTuk way to the hotel, I have left under the hotel and greeted're gone, I left the mail and I have to remember send the photos that we did.
Happy to have made even this knowledge.

eight twenty-two p.m. Hours

After two hours of skype with Italy decided to go to eat, and this evening I will try to change, I find that a particular restaurant on every table plate induction where they put a bowl with the broth, then order the ingredients that you prefer, which in my case were babycorn, shitaky mushrooms (the ones that we made and they cost milano forty-six € per kilogram) and other vegetables, but I know that good India that it is better to eat tomorrow.

had finished eating I try to find out where are the thousands of tourists who crowd the temples during the day, and ask a TukTuk brings me to the usual U.S. dollars in bar street, thousands of tourists everywhere, fortunately, they seem Alpitour style but not too different from Rimini ten years ago, for most of northern Europe, Japan and Korea (at first).

chiecchero and walk a little with some seller, but I'm a little tired trying to understand and explain things in English, I turn to the inside of a bar and I hear two Italians who are discussing some canon lenses, I am interested the topic, people seem interesting, I approach, I wonder if I can sit down and join the debate in front of a beer.

The characters are three, Alexander lived here three months and three months in Italy, working for an NGO here in an orphanage, said Massimo Map was here last year and took some photos, back in Italy made a calendar and picked tremiladollari about this year is back to lead them in an orphanage which vorrebbecomprare a land, is not an easy path but is confident of being able to Travor money and trust in people who want to help that will make good use of his gifts and the third is a photographer accompanying the map to do a story Lorenzo.

more and more I realize that people who help those in need is broad, but I do not hold back from raising the question that Stephen Kon Tum gave me the mind and I ask them the question, if Is it not true that those who come to Asia to help people who "need" does not really do it for themselves itself, not waiting for response and I admit that I realized that I help others to do good to myself. Map says that he has this doubt, but if everyone to feel good helping others, surely the world would be at least a bit better.

Then we can think of the show the guy with the list of things to adjust to his karma and all burst out laughing.

CONOS in that bar that David also runs a guesthouse with a English friend in town, and then a tuktukman that tomorrow I must take to continue the tour of the temples, drawn for the day tomorrow and I put a switch to home this evening, do not bother waiting invite him to the table with us and we offer first and then a coke coca & whiskey.

beers are increasing and the time is getting late, we decided to go home, tomorrow we'll meet at sixteen to go to the orphanage where Alex works in the evening and dinner in guesthose of David on Monday, will instead go to 'another orphanage, I added to my trip stops and I am glad I finally reached them next week in the capital, where probably it's off to Thailand to the north to visit some interesting villages, but excluding the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing on the Map Burma border to see the armies arrayed, as many people have been arrested recently exchanged Burmese dissidents to flee.

Now I try to rest for at least an hour

Night. K

SECOND DAY: Hours of twenty-five twenty duemilaundici January

I turn off the alarm goes off and then called me to warn me that the recep my tuktuk is waiting for me, unfortunately I I go back to sleep and wake up at seven, realizing that his friend the night before he left, I call the phone and he has another client, but no matter, I make a big breakfast at the hotel and then go out.

Contract with another tuktuk and for ten dollars will take me around all day, we leave and tell him what I saw yesterday, the sky is overcast and there is a mantle of hot, keep the camera in your backpack because the light is bad to photograph, we visit the temples first and then I choose one a little isolated.

Now I'm here, I'm ten twenty-five and sat on one of the highest points of the temple with his legs crossed in writing, a few steps and ask me what I do, I said that I write, but I know that I have realized that the writer and a Japanese couple I wanted to take a picture, perhaps as Bea says, the small Kucciolo of Buddha and adding technology, here is an absolute peace, and very few tourists pass through the temple inspires me like writing, though in reality I'm stuck in a story that seems too detailed and do not even know why, a story that most likely will finish in the short to return to do more analysis trying to express more briefly the concepts I want to share.

Every so often comes a ray of sun, but is weak and then disappears, snap some photos, now in black and white, then reach the temple tuktuk and change, maybe in the next write something different.

Greetings

Public

two photos but I have taken so many, I must choose how to display them for review.

k

PS: I drank too many beers yesterday, now down with the media because I want to be more shiny and have less weight in the head and stomach.

Male Triglceride Level

The trip from HCMC to Siem Reap Travel Notes

From Viet Nam to Cambodia from Saigon to Siem Reap five hundred miles.

Traveling. hours thirteen and twenty-eight minutes of the January 20 duemilaundici

up early this morning, sleep was not easy, from the noises that were heard all night I know that the hotel dune HCMC is a brothel or a motel by the hour, I locked in my room with no windows I heard a continuous up and down the stairs and opening and closing of doors.

Unable to sleep I kept what is now become a matter of principle and a challenge, overcome blocks imposed by the Vietnamese Government on the Web, for example all, the domain of facebook is impossible to solve, and then to display, in addition to twitter & co.

After tried various ways, from NOIP to Tor, and the attempt to use my mac in the office via remote desktop support for Amerigo that I asked a couple of days is thinking about the solution.

the night we set up a VPN tunnel to pass through my wireless router from his home near Milan, but even that did not match any except the opportunity to chart a course through the terminal, which determines the actual operation of the tunnel . But there is still no way of shipping it to work, we proceeded with the installation of a proxy for web traffic, but nothing.

At three o'clock we understand that the problem may be the IP address conflict between the network and the Amerigo hotel amerigo change the IP range of its network, but nothing.

hotel I decided to hack the router, try the combination of routine (> admin, admin \u0026lt;> admin, pass \u0026lt;> admin-password \u0026lt;) but nothing, control the brand of router, I download the manual and found the combination of default (admin-12345) is the right to make a change and within the range of ip DHCP, but I think it's useless, I try to change the DNS, put those in telecom, but I'm tired and I are more ideas .... Greeting amerigo and try again to sleep, I wake up in a few hours.

six and a half hours the alarm goes off, I quickly prepared and abandon this bad place, I get to the departure date for the bus, stop a Vietnamese / American dress well that tells me that we must take a taxi because the bus will not go to them, but I do not understand why I follow him and do not than a kilometer to reach the actual start of the bus to Cambodia. Here we face a dozen people, local pilgrims and backpackers all look like me a little, at first sight, the difference lies in the physical appearance and color of the large rucksack on his back that we have, I join them, the ticket of change bus and discovered that we will stop for exchange among the Phnom Penh city where he lives Antonio, a cooperating association with Intervita which will visit next week recovery projects and support of the Cambodian population, maybe I should reverse the turn to make the road a bit less, but I think now it's late and the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to Angkor Wat and around calmly two days attracts me a lot.

I climb on the bus and fall asleep.

I wake up the guy who accompanies us, you must complete certain documents for entry into Cambodia and the visa application, I look around and I stayed five minutes, we are not far from the center of HCMC, compile everything, do to him the money for the visa and the bus brakes suddenly, a girl is capicollo on the ground with his scooter near us, with great skill twenty other mopeds shy and stop to help her, the girl is well and we continue the journey.

read a little, - Chickens forever - this is the trip to Milan for the book that I can read two pages at a time, here I finish well before reaching their destination as they are provided for twelve hours trip, I fall asleep again and dream chicken on all sides.

I wake up suddenly, another accident, this rider should have gone worse, has already been taken away, but the motorcycle is destroyed, another stuck in the bus, go forward and our guide warns us that we are on the border between Vietnam and Cambodia, a short must take all our luggage to walk across the border inside the two borders.

the Vietnamese border, I cancel the visa and I mark the exit, I had forgotten that the visa was for only one input, and if I thought that maybe I could come back to these parts with an airplane interior, is now permanently closed Vietnam chapter of this journey, thank you, smile, greet and go on foot to the second border.

driving the bus here is very kind and showed me the visa, I think it's something routine transport agency including two bottles of water in eighteen dollars of travel.

when he came to the type of immigration, however, unlike all the others that they put a couple of minutes, I do not make me go, but I did not even say anything, call and speak another guard, I think that it is already for the photo I have on my passport, peeled and without a beard a little bit different from now, long hair and beard, shall consult the third call, I make a picture with the camera (perhaps practice) and then accompany me in a room marked "Quarantine," I do not understand and they do not speak English.

spent ten minutes and there's other people and a guy in uniform, then take us to another room, a new type of check passports, one at a time, searches us, looks like a regular old-fashioned, tired and bored .

Arriva to my turn, look at me and laughs, I think, what the fuck-you laugh - but I do not say anything, maybe it is not the case, then says: Fidel Castro and bursts out laughing, I laugh and I also I accompany the exit .

We go on the bus I take off my backpack and go downstairs to make the first photos of Cambodia, to the bus and at the border, here are trying to sell everything and change money, rejection, sigh and go back on the bus, I watch the other passengers but I do not want to talk to anyone, I resume reading and then I go back to sleep.


We are in the Kingdom of Cambodia.

Sometimes I wake up and snap some photos, read, I eat some cookies and then I get back to sleep, in the meantime the bus stops and give us the opportunity to eat at a motorway service "but I ate too many cookies and I'm not hungry, because it seems that the specialty is chicken and ducks, continuous reading.

I wake up after yet another nap and I realize that before us there is a river too wide and I sense that the bus is going up on a barge to cross in front of us a few other trucks and bus, takes my attention a machine extracarica chickens and geese, and several floors crammed with the suffering face, making a strange to the bill, go down to make two photos and then they date back to the bus, the river has passed and I decided to start writing, perhaps when more wrong because it seems that the asphalt is over and take a great road, the cloud of sand and wraps around the edges all have masks, walk about six miles, maybe less and now that I write resume asphalt, missing little to the first destination, the landscape is similar to the Vietnamese, with the difference of a few temples and buildings on the road a little different.

We are in an endless plain broken by small colorful shops on the roadside, and enriched rice speckled with shops statues and statues scattered in front of each house, only now we see the first buildings, perhaps we arrived, I turn off the mac and focus on the landscape. - K- hours two seventeen p.m.-

Fifteen Hours

I arrived in Phnom Penh and I had to change buses, I got to eat and Drinking from trying to adapt to this new money, I could not find a SIM card, as the Vietnamese no longer works here.
It starts about thirty minutes but I would not stray too far, here are even more pilgrims, mostly Japanese women on this bus, seem to be wealthy, then the British and Irish, some Chinese and a few local.

No free wireless, so I put away the mac .... k

Twenty-one hours and minutes ZERODUE

I'm still on the bus, the trip seems to be longer than expected, in the first part of the second bus had seat as a companion for a girl I do not know what nationality, hearing her on the phone seemed to Cambodia, and had a duffel bag between his legs that forced her to hold her legs down the corridor, which is also very thin was not at all bulky, but when it dropped rose a Cambodian woman of a certain age and a certain size, space limits me and I must say that after four hours of travel began to annoy me, especially because There are other free sites and hot weather.

We did about four stops to pee and drinking several where I stretch my legs where I opened the backpack and I have to take hold in the mosquito, when the sun went down every stop has always been more complete.

Since fell the darkness is not seen nothing of the landscape but to my luck on my side of the bus the moon is full, beautiful and magical as usual, are also able to make a video that I'll check later looked very sharp even if it is not easy to shoot the moon from a speeding bus on a semi-paved road.

Frame video of the Moon

The air in the bus also starts to be a bit stale and the companion seat that looks like the pot pool manager, continues to get calls all the time, expanding each time to pull out the phone, then issue a series of incomprehensible lines and attacks.

However, even if you do not see anything we should be close enough, they say lacks one hour at Siem Reap, I urgently need for a shower that I hope it is the height of the images on the site where I booked the hotel after Last night in the brothel for eighteen dollars, let's see how this four stars for twelve dollars and fifty cents.

The hotel is really a four star hotel, I checked the mail and do not understand if I'm wrong or is there something wrong with booking.com but it costs twelve but thirty dollars, but I do not care, I have to recover in a decent bed at least for one night, then tomorrow we'll see.

It's hot tonight in the Kingdom of Cambodia ... and I'm getting hungry again, we hope to do again when I get to eat.

After fifteen hours of travel arrived in Siem Reap, get off the bus and an English Pellegrino propne me to share with him a TukTuk, Cambodian traditional means of transport made by a scooter or motorcycle attacked a trolley type gig, but I gotta go on the other side, a guy approaches me and told me that he broke his tuktuk but today it is in motion, I ask what he wants for porartarmi to my hotel asked me a dollar, I tell him that it's okay, I get on his motorcycle behind him, loaded all my luggage at a moderate speed and take the paved road to the hotel.

During the trip he explains what are the things that we encounter and respond to my questions on the site, tells me that my hotel is too expensive and that if I want my door to his uncle for twelve dollars, but now I booked and otherwise they do pay me anyway, then I propose several trips for the next day and arrived at the hotel but I will take his business card and greeting.

I go to the hotel, it looks nice and when I enter the room I wonder, is a suite, with lounge, double bedroom, bathroom with whirlpool tub and separate shower, thank the guy who accompanied me, and I throw myself a moment unloading suitcases on the bed.

Shortly after I get up because hunger is attacking me, I leave the hotel and head towards the main road where you buy the simcard and Cambodian name in Italy, a few words and ends on credit, at least know that I arrived.

Then I take refuge in an Indian restaurant and eat white basmati rice, spinach, lentic and herbs, it seemed the most delicious food ever, I pay three dollars and go back to the hotel. In the hotel

connection does not work, I needed two things, a good bed and a decent connection, I now have a giant room, and useless without a connection.

Then in bed I get a little paranoid, I think I can stay as Pellegrino in a room so big, but there are now and try to rest, the only thing that comforts me is that these structures do not form part anyway European and American chains such as those that are in Vietnam (Sheraton or similar) to give work to many people, having two people at the entrance, two behind the counter, three porters etc ... but maybe it's just an excuse to feel better, still fall within my budget and now it's late, I try to sleep and dream something to remember the past of this land, at least the bed is comfortable.

K