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that make us an island on the Croatian coast the Anglo-American actor Cary Grant and a young Bolognese with regret that he had never lived a day as a partisan?
seem a strange question, but there is a book that knows the answer, even if invented: the first mission to the British Military Intelligence, escape being chased by some shady individuals charged with kidnap him on behalf of the Moscow Communist Khrushchev, keen in turn too independent to spite the Government red Tito. The second, the Bolognese, has sold his conscience to petty crime to pay for a long journey and illegal search of his father has not seen for too long, partisan father considered a criminal in Italy for saving the innocent from the madness and the United Fascist the dream of socialist Yugoslavia, then betrayed by Tito himself. E 'then the same father who saves Cary Grant away to shots of the shady characters gunshots all too accurate.
was all here, 54.
It 's also a woman who has unwittingly sold to save his brother from poverty mentally ill, and who thinks he's in love with the young lover who does not know what to do instead of his life and ends up knowing Cary Grant on a Croatian island.
It 's a former partisan who forgot the game ends with perhaps the smuggling of illegal goods and a car park just across the French border to end up killing a distant memory of fighting against fascists.
E 'a henchman who dreams of casting off the yoke of his boss and ends with 3kg of heroin hidden in the most wrong that can exist: a brand new American TV that tempts everyone.
And 'a thousand other things that come together to form a unique international incredible story, which takes place in Bologna, Naples, Trieste, Cannes, Marseille, Moscow, and many other places yet.
54 is a magnificent plot, that is read in one breath, it is also a beautiful piece of postwar Italian history, educational and interesting.
Like Q, 'masterpiece more amazing Wu Ming. To read.

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News in arrears


of news in recent times there have been, and as usual I left behind in updating this blog. Well, I'll have too many deadlines before long time (you will understand this statement in more detail below), so I do not see why you anguish time constraints and other irritants. Now is the time, then update.
Quits after two years I resisted the employment relationship with the hospital and, more generally, the fantastic world of the public. Difficult to make a budget, a positive experience and negative at the same time, which perhaps was the only reason that losing the initial enamel as they jumped out the flaws of the public. There are those who continue to call me a fool to himself for my choice, risky and risky, maybe I'll do it myself one day but for now I'm so happy, really. "The result is the death of the worker," I heard from a person who for thirty years is rotten inside.
Just a week in Tuscany with my boyfriend and family to take a breath and go with the new job. And here is the news that become prominent. We move from managing and co-operate with external consultants representing the client to be myself a consultant, the seller. You go from a job with virtually no deadlines for a job where deadlines are all, are the essence of time that marks the work (hence the phrase in my introduction). I also spend to employ an hour and a half to reach the post, compared with 10 minutes of the old role. C'est la vie!
So far so good. Nice office, friendly colleagues, commute bearable. Rimangerò me everything I know, but for now it's okay. They are gassed, moderately (still a work it is). C'est la vie , even in this case.