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25/07/2008, Rabat. They are the
23:39 in Rabat, the 0:39 to La Spezia. Why take as a reference La Spezia? Why is the only reference I have on this machine, borrowed from Mapi 2 days ago. It's funny to write on a QWERTY keyboard, here in Morocco because the arrangement of letters on the keys is different from Italian (Azer). This is a magic moment: it's Friday (holy day for Muslims) in Morocco, while in Italy on Saturday (the Jewish holy day). In thinking about this I realize that the time, or rather, his statement is actually an invention of man. Perhaps the Creator, whose day lasts 50,000 years (so I said Suhail), the succession of days seems to be the rapid change of color of a cuttlefish.
I believe that the Arabs do not know what it means to be punctual. If Alae says, "tomorrow at 10:00 we left for the beach," one must understand: "At 13:00 on the day after tomorrow, inshallah, we meet, we go to eat and, inshallah, we lose a little 'time to talk about torture Allah has for those who are not in Serbian ablutions before approaching the Koran, auks, Inshallah, at 18:00, we go to sea. "
The Charlie Parker Jazz accompanies my room type, while the Maarifa Bayt (house of knowledge), which reside at the hostel in the evening proceeds as usual. As usual ... I can say as usual? What do I know the routine of Bayt al Maarifa? I am here only on July 7. The routine is something that sets the man does not reside in places, dwells in our hearts. Bayt al Maarifa is not a building, is the set of people who live there and that is why I am talking about routine. Routine is in the eye of the observer: things did not proceed in the same way, I have to look at it as such.
aggregation are three points up at 00:15: the entrance, the study room and lounge with TV. At 00:15 of the Bayt al Maarifa closed doors, so smokers who are forced to enter the entrance chatting. The three alternatives are, once rendered inaccessible at the point of aggregation: either you go to sleep, or studying, or going to bother those who try to watch TV.
Another important place (at least for me that I write) is "the garden of women." There are cats and grass, trees and Korean, if they are not jumping rope, squeak. I, as a man, I can not get into the garden of women. It is a kind of paradise, a popular destination because it denied a place that my eyes can see without my feet can walk. If there is one thing that we do not understand, in addition to punctuality, is that banning something means to feed the desire. The psychological mechanism is simple: the more something is forbidden and so much more willing to break even just curious, is violent. God knew (of course, it is he who made us), so he told protoplasts: "Dear pieces of mud, you get what you want, except for that fruit."
My favorite pastime is to drink Souhail. I feel very funny to hear a Muslim before the first beer is justified to ask: "You know, you do not drink for a month. Now I feel I can do, is something I want, then, from 24/07, 40 days before Ramadan, I can no longer drink (25, I have requested one). "
"time flies ...." With this very simple and very eloquent speech, among other bullshit, I Giusy had to rethink sermons that avucà me on Friday evening. Shit, maybe it's true: there is no hope for us, we are just poor bastards (remember to pay the royalties to Anna). We have a limited time by barriers and the physiological and mental. The time of a hard life as a 'footprint imprinted on the shoreline that draws in the surf itself. Here is the right word to describe it: Epicurean. Although at first glance may seem like a shallow person, is actually a sensitive person.
As for me, I find that my "mourning" is not yet finished. I have a scar on his hand and shoulder. When I got these two wounds, I felt a pain, while leaving an indelible mark, within a month would pass. How can something intangible to so bad? Every time I look at your photos and I think (now I did): "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...." Yeah, I do not think anything, I just looked at me, then look away when I try to see (the wise, as they say Anglophones, is one who sees). I try to see things clearly, repeating things that logic can not understand a deaf heart.
Actually what I feel is not really pain, is boredom more than anything else that makes me apathetic. With you I made a leap ten years into the future. All the time I've taken since I have left is like an empty glass to make (thanks Baglioni). I feel old, too old to be surrounded by people like smiling.

Alpignano, 01/08/2008.
Here is what I carry around, the only souvenir (a term more appropriate than ever, since in Arabic the word "man" is connected to the root of "forgetting"), the Sura al Ichlas (112):
Bismillahi Ar-Rahman Ar -Rahim.
QUL Hua Allahu Ahad. Allahu Samad. Lam Wa Lam Yalid Yulad. Lam Wa Lahu Yakunu Qufuan Ahad.