kandido and the italian resistance: farewell to italy in bangkok

kandido is at the rome airport. he's on a long queue waiting for checking in. he's surrounded by people ready for holiday, young couples already in colorful shirts and light trousers.many men waiting to go to the thai paradise: cheap alcohol and easy girls (you have just to buy them some clothes the day after!)
among all the people a young woman was standing with her hippie clothes and dreadlocks. that's would be a person worth meeting...kandido was considering.
"mr. what place do you prefer?" "windows at the back of the airplane" kandido replied... "mmmh do you trust me... i would give you another place... on the aisle." the woman was smiling gently to kandido. "of course i do!"
the place was the one next to the hippie looking girl!!
she started to talk to kandido of an italy that he didn't know.
sited on the foot path with thai beers and cigarettes she was explaining an italy of people living in abandoned villages on the mountains, cultivating life... but also vegetables and growing kids and chickens an goats!
she was working with passion... signing every clothe she made like an art piece (or art-peace!). she was working to give something beautiful to wear... and selling at prices that everybody could afford...
even in italy you can live a proper life, not a life of a slave... but sometimes you have to fight... like at the "o bej o bej" market in milan where the police arrived and make all the artisans selling on the street to move.
they fought for 3 days.. compact... all together... hailing "we want to work!!!" and they win!!!
they win because they were fighting with guitars and drums... singing and because there were one.
in italy many people work with the right spirit... not only this young lady... with the attitude of a free person... with awarness... awarness that we are not alone... we are part of something bigger than us... that our ego is just a small thing... that our work is just a drop in the ocean...
kandido escaped from italy... so listening all these stories and watching his friends still fighting in italy and trying to live there their dream fill it up with pride... the pride to be part of a such a beautiful community...
so many beautiful things are happening in italy... hidden... in villages, small towns... more and more spiritual things are considered... with a new look... not the religious one....
"you have courage to live in italy!" kandido told her.
hail to italian people that can survive their politics, their television, their supermarkets, their chief and professors, and their religion!!

baeutiful poetry chalked on the road dedicated to kandido from felix

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from: felix' art project
when i was a kiddo i had special glasses through them everything was phenomenal but i wasn't happy i wanted to grow up and i did it now i can go to the pub work all day pay tax make love (if i'm lucky) but i don't have those glasses anymore

kadido at home like a tourist

tibetan praying flags from the tv antenna:

liguria little village

venice

clock, time and churches. the time in italy belongs to the church. every hours or half an hour the bells toll remembering the time that passes by. who owns your time owns your life. it's question of power. on the opposite, in asia religion is teaching to go behind time, living the ethernal: the present, the now. in italy the church tieds everybody with his time web...
no escape!
ding dong dang... your prison is done!

football and madonna (not the singer). these are the objects of the italian devotion. every sunday pray for your team to win and for your sins to be forgiven

montevecchia: red wine tinted clouds

italian wall.... the beauty of the rotten...
in italy old is beautiful, old is historical, old is trendy

automatic sex toy vendor machine at the gas station. sex in a catholic country