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Then, your sweet love has Wonne dell'iPad. I've already
said some time ago, I know, and I'll repeat it with the typical dull monotony of lovers.

But anyhow, for the first time in my life is a piece of technology can make me happy.
not only be useful, not only workers, not just find things.
No.

It 's a touching stuff. To carry around. Bring your own bed. To find where you are and where you are going and where were you on maps, and all you should drink while Gimlet anywhere in the world.
To read all the books in English, or French. In Italian, as well.
To know what a word means just touching .
To read the newspapers, everyone.
to play with and without Mati, and to know the weather in Berlin.
To download and listen to music, movies, watch YouTube videos.
To learn ikebana or whatever is downloadable app. To cling to the blessed
wifi tablet Starbucks chai and milk.

's all, everything you know and you do not know, anytime, anywhere.
and 'cool and sexy. (I also know a guy who fits the description, Oh well, that's another story).
do not have to find a place to connect, that place is you . It's pure magic
.
The magic touch of a finger.

's not just for me.
Go down the large Plexiglas cube of Apple's Fifth Avenue, corner of the park, and you'll see a lot of people happy. I never understood a mazzafionda, such that silly smile and blessed there. But it was the first , I tell you to do.

So, first thing: Steve Jobs, please do not die.
You have changed the world, our lives, and increased the proportion of happiness in the world, and you can dream for us to touch other dreams, so do not die right now.

Well, the romantic apology I've done, amen.
I doubt, then the semantics after you soften the appearance. That

yesterday I built another pensierone.

I go to the library to play, they just love it. Calms me, relaxes, I put in a good mood.
I love the place, the landscape, the people. Alone, with friends. At airports and in the home.

But then the books I buy online so I suppose that in a while I will not have libraries sumptuous as now.

I'm not a bartering unknowingly place (not exactly in the sense of Marc Augé, probably) with a place (I love)? Or is it not two places instead? Or the library is not a place after all, as a commercial center but slightly less cheap, the tablet and instead belongs to a different genre?
And in any case: just between me and those like me will make it uneconomical to produce paper books, so it is reasonable to think that we have more such places where to go?
And as for shopping is so, soon we will have no windows to look at while walking under the sun?
a little while and then we can look only to the cube of Plexiglas - the one that currently provides the only thing you need to do all the others, support hard - on Fifth or anywhere else in the world?
and where we are, where we're going to watch people? In church (and no joke) ?
What are the next places?

(Do not be silly: the fact that by then I will surely die does not make the big question not true).

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Travel Notes ZEROUNO: Buddhism in Thailand

Buddhism and my point of view.

duemilaundici February 9 this morning, I woke up relatively early and I started, after the usual bargaining with a tuktuk, a tour to visit the temples of Bangkok city, we start from a temple where there is a giant statue of Buddha standing, all gold, I reach the place, get down, I buy two bottles of water, I offer one to my driver and walked inside the temple, took some pictures and try to hold off my thoughts, but move and re-emerging and other images taken similar arguments already made this pilgrimage, I look at the fine details of the temple, and I wonder who pays for all this, I see so many tourists and devotees who leave offerings and I wonder whether it is appropriate to use all this money only for facilities, for appearances.

I recall a conversation with Antonio, who put me facing such as loyalty cambodian people to Buddhism which is very superstitious, which makes donations to grab the graces of the gods in every important occasion, and I think this will be personal and not the context.

I think the White Temple in Chiang Rai (Thailand), which appears or is really built only for tourists ...

I think of the exploitation of this culture and I find too many similarities with the church that I have always fought, the superstructures, decorated churches, waste of the Vatican, the distance between words and actions of charity .

I reason and maybe it's just something akin to a marketing action, justified by the results? motivated by ...?

... I'm confused. pass before my eyes the images of all the monks I met with cell phone and think, Okay, this is the evolution of man, I think back to Monaco I've seen in a bus stop, was smoking a cigarette, I begin to fear that something is wrong, this is a habit, something that is not the right action and did not marry the concept of right effort, I try to find an answer and review the Noble Eightfold Path, one of the foundations of Buddhism.

Right View

Right intention

right speech

right action

Right livelihood

right effort

right mindfulness right concentration

I think a black sheep and not orange, I now approach the one teaching me I can believe in, then I wonder who I am Buddhist monks if not examples, of the masters ... too lost in thought I heard a bell ringing, I see people approaching a table where the monks sit, eat and wear, appear to behave like saints, but my eye is always hungry curiosity as my goal, I see the dishes contain meat and fish, I shake the gut, twisting them as if I'm looking for an answer I think my questions have an answer all the questions, I decided to start asking questions to them, I turn to a devotee who shows me the room of Monaco or some thing more, I walk out of that room and a monaco who does not know what it means to fast given its size, I do not worth a look, go to the table prepared talking with his Iphone Four in a case rooted in ...

remain silent, I try to take some photos but it seems that my eyes almost not want to see a castle collapses and becomes orange sand like a dirty ... approaching their forties, I wonder if all goes well, the answer I really think that something is not right, ask him if the monks living on alms, take it wide, he smiles and says yes, I explode and I ask him if it is right to get an iphone with the money from the charity, which includes not are there to increase the income of the box, but he smiles and tells me that everyone does what he wants.

Sigh, kucciolo breathe, breathe ....

second question, he is prepared, I express no filter, extreme, very extreme, I know am wrong, I try to work with, especially when I'm pissed off, trip up, aggressive, with no load but simply expressing my thoughts without drafting a light version

I think what is in that dish, for Buddhism, could be the rebirth of one of his relative, what is about to eat was a being sentient being who has lost his life that should never undermine ... you do not believe to Dharmacakra?

He smiles and tells me there but believe that eating meat in Thailand, which is not everywhere the same.

understand a lot of things in a few minutes, I understand that sometimes coming from a supply of meat can not be radically changed, the body would be affected, I understand that it is difficult to be vegetarian in the West but especially in monasteries and in the east can not metabolize it as a concept that the excuse ' killing living beings capable of feeling pain, I feel heavy every ornament of this and all the temples I visited, are bothered by the color orange I've always loved and respected.

Greetings, I leave, I try to greet with the utmost respect for the person who gave me the answers I did not expect, but I have opened my eyes slightly, returns the bow, and I round the table, how do you snap some photos at the zoo, with strange beasts, they laugh, they are open water by women who believe in them, stuff themselves and destroy an image that pure thought, but maybe it's just copying what The church is in the West, he eats another structure behind who really believes it.

infinitely Compared with all my heart everyone who has a religious belief, but not who takes advantage of it.

then I understand that, especially in those countries, it is better to study, dressing in orange and eat for free, rather than live in hardship.

Siddartha did not teach this, despite having passed all the states from the excesses of extreme deprivation, then taught the middle way is the right path.

was a bit of time walking looking for this answer, I do not blame everyone, but everyone I've seen in places untouched by the passage of tourists and pilgrims are corrupt. The worst of corruptions, one that allows the soul to take advantage of the beliefs of others to fill the belly.

renew my belief in the full belief that the Buddhist philosophy that is most welcome, that the four noble truths revealed pronounced, according to legend, Siddhartha Gautama, are well placed to cope with life and especially the attempt to join the Noble Eightfold Path, are very respectable practices that can lead to a democratic and respectful of humanity.

At the same time I renew my opposition to the structures that promote religious beliefs and focus on physical locations under the power men, I think of St. Thomas, said he had heard that Jesus said to him, raises a stone and I'll be there, break a piece of wood and I'll be there, and according to my interpretation seems to me that Buddhism would say, look inside yourself and I'll be there, each carries with it the divinity and only ' the merger agreement with respect for others can lead to a well for themselves in the wake of Lord / buddha's name or what else you want to give, within us.

I threw up in this text that I has made it even more skeptical about a corrupt world, a pilgrim in search of new seeds for a new humanity to understand what is the way to help keep it clean and go with those who share the need of a renaissance.

conclude with a sentence of good bounces Masu I sometimes in my head when I think you need a resistance to these corruptions waiting for a solution or a way forward that is convincing, "rather than resistance should occur, perhaps the first resurrection "

Last shot within the last temple.

tuktuk I climb on and ask if I can bring in an orphanage, she knows qualc'uno, but in reality not even understand what I say, I keep repeating if I can get into a clothes store but I will not buy anything, so why give him a ticket for him to fill up, I say yes because I'm tired and I do not want discuss, and arrive in the place is a great boutique Indian tailors, by offering me a full four thousand cashmere bat, about a hundred euro, it would be nice, custom-made, but I would not spend more money, even as I try I try to wriggle I want to understand whether or not, I say that I have to sixteen the bus to the airport, tells me that time is short, I smile, thank you and goodbye.

Outside there is also a taxi and a guy thilandese who speaks English to ask the orphanage, she says she knows where he is a great center that takes care of abused and abandoned children, as I speak with them I see the tuktuk who was with me going away, do not I can only take a taxi and head to the orphanage, I prefer to watch and spend my last time in Bangkok to why they are pilgrims, children and the future.

arrive at the center, is immense, I go in the room accommodation is where I met a girl who accompanied me to his desk, I tell my path, I see some photos taken in other orphanages, she asks me you wait and return with the director, I explained very nicely which is a governmental structure and it takes a series of permits, ask if I can at least visit the project without taking photos, I say yes, but they took me in a room full of pictures, look at me It seems another Pacific island where children and people with difficulties can dock, I smile, my heart took another breath of life, I still believe in humanity, I look up and the director has a big smile, greeted me and leaves me with the girl who welcomed me at the entrance, the latest information and ask me to leave your email address to eventually apply for a permit for next year, she also seems a good soul. I bow, I thank you, greeting and go back to my taxi.

Today was not an easy day and I expect a long journey.

soon

K

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are the ten fifty p.m. duemilaundici of February 9 (local time in Bangkok)

I find myself novemilasettecentoquarantasette feet off the ground and I'm flying over the 'india, temperature out of the window is less thirty-five degrees, but here you are right, I just finished eating and luckily I managed to make me a vegetarian meal prepared from the ground, packaged, single serving Indian style, but vegetarian I drank two cans of Haineken and I saw a film, 127 hours, the true story of an American mountaineer who was trapped in a climb into a canyon for just one hundred twenty-seven hours, then save amputating an arm, all pretty raw and heartbreaking .

One thing that struck me in the film, in which I found a similarity, in a scene from a girl he rejected as different, says he will remain alone, he builds a mental journey to account for the theory of girlfriend and resigned to its end, I experienced the same feelings, because I think I have said it more than one, if I remember correctly but I have always said to me, you'll only you and your dogs, which to me is a compliment.

However he is saved, why not spring, as I will not give up, Never, gets engaged to a girl he met, which is a child, which he had never imagined and lives a happy life, without arm continues to climb, without giving up even a shred of his passion.

I felt that the song seems accurate vasco for my previous address and current state and I lost a little in the speech ...

The entertainment system of the company I'm flying with is very sophisticated, I saw the movie, checked the flight data, flying over you updated on what you're giving information and making you see pictures, as usual, pushed to the maximum of my curiosity, I also stuck the credit card and sent a text message to a friend on the ground, now I have started a play list of music that I quickly created, nothing is missing, the place where I sit, there is also the USB port to charge iPod or similar, and the jack for connecting the current handset.

Although it seemed an awkward position, I'm took pleasure in writing, cross-legged on the seat, a position similar to that of the lotus, and back down pillow behind his neck, soft lighting and music, great atmosphere to the place where I am, or am I right ... I do not know.

I would like to retrace some of the moments of the day today, I went through a bitter debate, the audience in a different place because it remains available separately.

flight home ...

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Bangkok: Nineteen hours and twenty minutes of 'February 8 duemilaundici

I prepare for the last night of the pilgrimage Kreativa in the East, after several passages between the orphans, schools, friends and poor Cambodians / Vietnamese and Thai tonight I want to see a little bit of Bangkok nightlife, of course, from my personal point of view.

I think that in any case as a capital Bangkok and a very large city with a high poverty rate, surely a large number of hidden dangers for those running alone with equipment in tow, decides to take the first lap, "armed" only a compact camera, taken with the first tuktuk and I do take a tour around the city.

Bangkok is very big, I think it's like London, and I have to choose what to see, I opt for the quarters Chinese, Arabic and Indian, begins a daring journey into the chaotic traffic of the city, truly scary at times for the strange feeling of traveling on the opposite side of the road (they drive on the left here) and the seemingly chaotic but precise guidance from Thailand, we also encounter an accident between two tuktuk to take a big spot, I sense that it is not blood on the size, but someone got hurt, I ask my driver to go slower, slows, stops and starts again at the traffic lights faster than before.

The Chinese quarter cross it quickly enough, colors, roadside stalls, as in all city, but with a huge concentration of shops overflowing with things, going through the tuktuk and armed only compact I avoid even the slightest attempt to stop pictures, I'm pleased to observe, and to capitalize on this enormous variety of colors.

Quarter Indian and Arabic are attached, (defined by me as well for the largest number of Indians and Arabs) are multiplying here visibly kebab restaurants, women with Burck and characters with a long beard and headgear Arabic which I can not remember the name, hence the tuktuk invites me to come down and I start to walk in the crowd, the flavors blend and the restaurants are increasingly split, the environment makes me seem to have changed the city, here everything seems different from Thailand's Khao San Road, go ahead and I run in the first gogo bar, I want to watch closely the situation of sex tourism, I would understand if it is as described in the West.

The gogo Bars are places where there are a lot of girls sitting waiting customers, they offer a drink and then go away with them, I avoid sitting down for not having to find a way to escape but then watch from afar, and it is not difficult to understand how involve the customers, the tables of the premises after they are almost all filled with couples, he white (European / Australian / American) and her Thai, even the way we see men of a large certain age, accompanied by young girls who do not know where to start.

I try to understand and start a chat with the people who most approaches me, an Indian, I described the situation as no different than the normal description of other mole people I have met and even some sites that described the plight of these girls, they all say that girls do to have fun in the evening, not having money using this method and it can also send money home to families living outside the city, but unfortunately I'm not convinced the Indian greeting and walked in a Soi (lanes) without pulling out my camera because I do not think the case, here tourists and "workers" do not think love to be taken during the meeting several couples promenade, watching eyes of the girls understand the sadness of this situation.

I think I've seen enough, and I miss my camera, with a contract for the return motoboy Khaosan Road and in part to a disproportionate rate, I think this has also been drinking a little, the reference to safety, he laughs and thankfully this time slows down and starts (I think ) to explain the things that cross talking in Thai.

arrived at the hotel take the camera, I change your shirt and start to download the data of the compact by which I shot a video on board the tuktuk on the outward journey, I realize that it is the twenty-three and I have not eaten yet, I take the credit card had run out of money and I'm going to eat a veg miniThali saw the time.

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arrived at the meeting, the Indian restaurant owner (and then I discover that actually it is the little brother) I order my food and two beers, one for me and one for him, there's little time even his friends who sit with us, we drink beer, laughing and joking, then I know I laugh a little more :-) ...

While I am going to end up with my tray of dishes taste the friend to whom I offered the beer gives me a strange substance, tells me that comes from his country and is strong, is to eat, maybe Opium is ... I try to explain to him that do not do drugs, and especially in a city that used to be shiny, then I explain that his insistence on having no money and he says it is not a problem and I slipped into his pocket an envelope with two balls inside me that was just for me cinquecentobat.

The situation is complicated, but fortunately they have not yet picked up pull out the wallet and I show that I have no money, there duecentobat are only to pay one hundred beers and such and I have to take for breakfast, he says he is not a problem, return the envelope with extreme caution to prevent us from seeing and I hate being greeted with courtesy, tomorrow exchange Indian restaurant. ;

Now the stomach is full, I get close to an ATM and withdraw tremilabat to evening, airport bus tomorrow and some presents to take home.

machine in hand to start take pictures, I know two guys austraiani, four Norwegians, the girls barettino where I buy the beers they enjoy being photographed with a sign in his hand and walk forward and back to Khaosan road, I think it is appropriate to limit myself to tell this part of the city on this trip, I move certain ways, but without changing neighborhood, here is full of tourists from every nation, everywhere the atmosphere is festive, each bar has music with DJs or live and eat in restaurants all happily, even in the stalls where they sell beetles, earthworms, scorpions and other proteins happily eat fries.

Here you see mixed couples Thai with European / American / australliani etc. .. and here perhaps applies the concept of entertainment sought by the girls with the tourists, the girls have more or less the same age of the boys, all smiles, and then they will drink more, but I think that here there is a lot more respect and a greater awareness.

At one point in my walk and continued to find people with whom Exchanging greetings and toasts I see a circle of people in the middle of a group of dancers who perform break-dancing on the asphalt, I sit down and around the first video, I get put in their hat centobat of offers and I sit in front per again from another angle, all having fun this is Bangkok, which I like and I will miss him.

late in the evening becomes more and more people change, about three o'clock at night the families have disappeared completely and the stands have fallen dramatically, some vendors have pulled one or two cases where nice music and shoot high in other situations they started playing with guitars and percussion, the environment still seems very safe, the only presence are a little disturbing ladyboy (transvestite or operated, a former men) who cling to passers-by but maybe they have the wrong neighborhood because it seems that most people are nevertheless very close very quickly, that I have passed back and forth several times with the car photos I have to be hated because I look a little evil.

last thing the pitch of the night with the guys in Australia which offer a beer and chatting with friends of the cartel, every time I take a picture or make a video, everything seems very quiet until a girl comes up to me Israel almost in tears, mutters things that do not understand the beginning and I think that says it wants to be in the video, indicating continuation of the camera, I say that is not a problem and am about to delete the last movie, when taking breath start talking a little better, I look around and try to explain it to calm down, tells me that they stole the purse to her friend With all the money but also your passport, I show the video that I shot, although of course it is almost impossible that I have taken that very scene.

The atmosphere was festive but unfortunately there are dangerous people everywhere, especially if you underestimate the situation too and dancing with her purse behind at night in Bangkok.

not find anything interesting in the video, you can reach her friends, they are pretty desperate and I'm going to try with their passport and purse in the hope that the thief took the money and threw the rest, I refrain from saying that maybe here are also interested to make a passport and insist that the police report, the greeting and then I go back to my hotel, latest photos, latest video and then I go in the room, where I found my mother on skype, I talk to her, assured that I'll see you soon, send them a kiss and faint in the bed.

Here are some shots of the night.

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Le Rayon vert

When I was seventeen or a little 'before, I went to film the spectacle of three in the afternoon.

In general, I saw French films of the genre that spoke in sentences, mutilated, one every quarter of an hour, often with subtitles.
Typically, after each scene went down a black man with a ten seconds, very significant of the intentions of the director.
To say, Rohmer, or certain actors like André Dussolier or Aurore Clément, or Pascale Ogier: either they learn at that age, or you can safely say goodbye to any serious attempt at acculturation film like that - for sheer tedium.

short, we went, and cinema was empty, except for two or three seats occupied, from which it is useless to say that I wisely kept away.
One was always occupied by the same person, several rows forward or several rows behind mine: I was clear as day that this was a maniac. On the contrary: the maniac, typical of cinema, what reasonably should be in all cinema, all the shows.

Why was the maniac to see Le Rayon vert and not something more sinister and exciting to the movies nearby Eden, was not concerned that my little head then touched the high school.

Many years later, I recognized at an elegant dinner: he taught film history and University of the theater.

attended for the same mutual friends house, his guest and friend of the parents, I am a guest and friend of the children.
lived alone in a downtown hotel, and dined in a small restaurant nearby where I often went with Roso.
We sat at the table next to his and he gladly left - but with just shyness, not to disturb our conversation by boyfriends-the stack of newspapers and magazines that kept him company.
So we began.
He gave us the wonder of when he knew Pasolini, Visconti and Fellini, I made him laugh in return, telling Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise and Hollywood gossip.

So, now - that this film does not even exist more - every time someone asks me if I'm a film by French or Russian or Iranian , I say no, they are not, but I can think of the girl, the young woman, and the Professor. Those three are laughing together, and a little 'I miss.

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twelve hours and fifty minutes

have just arrived from Bangkok to Chiang Rai by air, arrived at Rikka In Hotel I have asked for a deposit of 1000 bar to me ridavano ceckout, but I then what I do with 1000 bar that I have to leave, I try to understand how to disengage from the situation but it seems impossible, so I go in and take a ' another hotel, I visited a fairly low, but the second convinced me, Bat 500 (Eleven €) for a double room, internet ree, and Swimming Pool, take the room and I go to eat, but the point I'm hungry as usual for an Indian restaurant that I need one hundred and eighty bar such a great veg.

Now I do a tour by the most famous Khaosan Road in Bangkok where I'll do a bit of buying, selling everything here, T-shirts, bracelets, glasses, tattoos, driving, card fake FBI, journalists, and anything else you want. Then dip in the pool and get ready for an evening alone in Bangkok.

During the return trip flights between different airports and write something from the notes of everything that I have described.

Especially the first part, which I described because the emotional situation led me to think as a team, and did not want sovrappormi other thoughts, now travel alone, light, and faster and I can freely express what they live.

K

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Duality and Unification



What do you mean man with the top and bottom?
Our bottom are our instincts and emotions
primordial (which are part of us .... seen the evolution of humanity within each of us)
that in some cases it is useful but in many other
makes us lose control (anger / hatred / resentment / revenge
those instincts which, if not purified create pain / suffering to ourselves and to others).
Our being is more than love (compassion / acceptance / joy / lose). So we have to transmute
(de Mello tells us the word "saved")
our bottom with top.
The common question in these cases is how do I ...?
Heard / seen you have to be vigilant when appearing
these emotions and transmute them, knowing that in you there is the other side of the coin (love).

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Trekking in the forest in Chiang Mai (Thailand)

eighteen and forty-eight hours of February 4 duemilaundici

I just took a shower to try to recover some of the day, tiring but serene.

starting to wake up at seven and eight, reached the first village we started to walk and the walk became a little tiring at times in the forest, all with a friendly multinational company of friends of various ages, although actually we have socialized only with two, Roger, son of Salento and Marco di Verona, for the rest of them I made a little fun sometimes taking the place of the guide.

We arrived in some small waterfalls I had a bath with Roger, the water was cold and we were only following a Russian girl and two boys Nordic, during the break we ate a picnic lunch prepared by the guides, rice wrapped in banana leaves and me I specified that I am a vegetarian, rolled chicken with vegetables for others.

After the break we resumed the journey, unfortunately, having chosen to save a group of driving sometimes we had to stop to wait for the people who remained behind, until the time of descent, although they trail in the forest, seemed quite logical, and then I have often started a downhill race alone, to be alone with the forest, good feeling, next time I run alone, more than two, but without the obligation to wait for someone.

course, when the junctions were waiting very doubtful that the rest of the group approached, chose a street and checked that it was the right one, then started again to run ...

Although at first seemed like a very poor outing, the sights and the places where we were not bad, we also crossed a few villages but unfortunately without being able to investigate any of life in those places.

The Return of the van was difficult and uncomfortable because I wanted to sleep.

I leave the rest of the story to the images.

K

PS: During this tour is not like having to shoot with the camera, I used the compact Canon Ixus

Guide sharpening the knife on the rock

group during the stop

One of the many dogs that live in this forest and surrounding villages

Elephant my age

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