Polyball 2009 ETH Zurich new pictures!

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Polyball 2009 ETH Zurich “Une merveille”: pictures out of the box

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Another wonderful Polyball ended. Walzer, Chachacha, Wiener Walzer and Rumba and Rock and Blues and everything what makes a night an unforgettable one. Thanks to Checco and Erica for sharing with us the most appealing dance event of Zurich … at least

Here are the first pictures ..out of the box!

And many thanks also to the Dolder Grand that gifted us with a 2 persons luxury brunch in the most beautiful Hotel Resort of Zurich: that was a very nice surprise out of the tombola event!

Due miserie in un corpo solo

“Qualcuno era comunista perché credeva di poter essere vivo e felice solo se lo erano anche gli altri.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva bisogno di una spinta verso qualcosa di nuovo, perché sentiva la necessità di una morale diversa.
Perché forse era solo una forza, un volo, un sogno.
Era solo uno slancio, un desiderio di cambiare le cose, di cambiare la vita.
Qualcuno era comunista perché con accanto questo slancio ognuno era come più di se stesso: era come due persone in una. Da una parte la personale fatica quotidiana, e dall’altra il senso di appartenenza a una razza che voleva spiccare il volo, per cambiare veramente la vita.
No, niente rimpianti. Forse anche allora molti avevano aperto le ali senza essere capaci di volare, come dei gabbiani ipotetici.

E ora?

Anche ora ci si sente in due: da una parte l’uomo inserito, che attraversa ossequiosamente lo squallore della propria sopravvivenza quotidiana, e dall’altra il gabbiano, senza più neanche l’intenzione del volo. Perché ormai il sogno si è rattrappito.
Due miserie in un corpo solo.”

The (QR)code of life

Secret message n°1 from Lorana

Here is  a program for your mobile phone (with camera) to decrypt the secret message …

The H1N1 vaccine death toll

While everybody declares the benefits of the H1N1 vaccine, nobody, to my knowledge, knows the number of the victims due to the H1N1 vaccine. Possibly media know that people are not interested in this number, possibly the number is close to zero, possibly somebody pays the media to shut up.

My colleagues are fervent believers of the H1N1 vaccine. They clearly told me they would for sure give it to their children and they will get it as soon as it is available, thus to avoid high fevers and their side effects and to reduce the possibility that elderly people get sick.

When I told them: but what about that German guy who died soon after vaccination? What about the co adjuvant reactions, the Gulf syndrome, the squalene side effects? And what about the 30,000 Americans expected to have seriuos and lethal consequences after taking the vaccine? And what about the fact that FDA consider the vaccine successful when less than 3 on 10 get positive effects?

My colleagues reply me that people die, and by chance people die also after the vaccine. Sadly, we have no negative control to show the opposite. They also told me that there is no reason to not trust the vaccine, as governments are taking the responsibility for it (…)

Probably I am the only unfaithful together with Ewa Kopacz and some million Polish citizens.

So, does anybody know the number of deaths soon after H1N1 treatment? I think it should be good to know how many HEALTHY people are dying for the H1N1 vaccine. We should compare this number with the many SICK people dead for the complication of their sickness AND for H1N1. Why do SICK people dead after vaccination are considered dead because of their sickness, instead?

To all of you, inadequate bosses.

This is a song for inadequate chefs
Those men, as well women who climbed up the top
Who reached there the stars, where nobody more
can show them the path, not failures nor truth

This song is for you, inadequate chef
you lost on the way, quite much time ago
the reason for work, the pleasure to lead
and only yes-men are allowed to talk.

You finally reached, inadequate chef
the fulfilled agenda you always dreamed of
However you’re not as smart as you thought
you quickly forgot, how tricky you won

You are not so clever, and not organized
please answer a question, how could you succeed?
Bureaucracy, slaves, secretary and wife
How long can you keep all that in control?

You fly and despair all over the world
Colleagues at the meetings consider no more
your empty talks made of assembled jobs
you cannot present, you don’t understand.

Oh, you, inadequate chef
where no brain can do, will arrogance give
that power to you, the fear to the slaves
those small weak results to float some more on.

Your future is doomed and your shiny past
gave you nothing more
than tongues on your ass
pure hate from your slaves.

Oblivion, to you, I wish
you ?%&$/?#§§.

My dear friend, help a worshiper of doubting surrounded by confident people

My dear friend,
I write you a letter which is meant to be to myself. I chose this trick as I never met before you somebody who could help me understanding myself so good.

Absolutely speaking we did not spend so much time together. Qualitatively thinking, it was among the best time in my life. I do not write about myself today. We know each other a little bit, even though we do not meet so often. Today I write you about the world around me, the world that actively shapes me and the world that I rarely accept. I do not write about the world that I influence, because this is the only part of the world I feel confident about, and that’s a huge bless already.

I write you because I do not understand a very important thing in this world, and I hope you will help me in understanding it. To make the story short, I suppose the world I know composed by two different kinds of people: the people sure about their ideas, the sure people, and the people in doubt. There is a third kind, and you belong to them: the people sure about their doubts. This level of wisdom I did not reach, yet, , as you will realize by reading along.

Lettura parallela di Mediterraneo e Candide

L’avventura nel mondo sconosciuto. La Guerra.
Il Valhala. L’isola.
L’ottimismo. Il volere costruire qualcosa di buono.
Il ritorno alla relta’. La sconfitta.

Il finale a masticar pistazi, o ad affettare melanzane, poiche’  “Non si viveva poi cosi’ bene in italia: non ci hanno lasciato cambiar niente. Allora ho detto. avete vinto voi. Ma almeno non riuscirete a farmi vostro complice.”

Mediterraneo acquista valore piu’ si invecchia. “Dedicato a tutti quello che stanno scappando” nel 1991 mi suonava astruso. Oggi e’ diventato il mio stile di vita. Devo trovare un’isoletta greca dove aprire un ristorante.

Mary and Max: a touchy plastiline story…

[ATTENTION: spoilers ahead]

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…also very interesting for the amazing story of Mr. Papadopoulos, a Greek guy turning gay at the end of the movie! Does it remind something to us ? Go watching Mary and Max and find it out.