Phisoderm Versus Phisohex

Anthony Suau, Cleaveland, World Press Photo of the Year 2008

looks like a war scene.

and not '.

and 'control, by a policeman, the complete evacuation of a house in the United States, after the abandonment, and even the forced removal by the family who lived there. reason: the housing crisis that began in 2007, in just one year, two million Americans ripped from homes where they lived. with 2009 families who lost property 'or who have received the letter of seizure came to 6 million.

the power of this picture - Anthony Suau, Cleaveland, World Press Photo of the Year 2008 - is in its contrasts, beds and mattresses overturned, papers scattered on the floor, a picture hanging and broken or stacked , as in a disaster. armed with an agent, caution and sense of danger. and equivocation: parebbe a picture of a conflict but it is only the expulsion degli occupanti di una casa. la famiglia sembra scappata di corsa, invece ha solo abbandonato miseramente cio' che non avrebbe potuto portare con se'. "La guerra entra ora nelle case della gente che non può più rimborsare i propri mutui".

sono informazioni che ho appreso leggendo  La fortuna non esiste , di Mario Calabresi, giornalista corrispondente estero di repubblica anche durante la campagna presidenziale e l'elezione di Barack Obama. il libro è naturalmente in stile giornalistico e informativo, spinto da una carica ottimistica di rinascita derei whitmaniana, forse troppo filoamericano nello spirito, ma certamente animato da una convinzione contagiosa, almeno in theory, that in the end, there is always the. forever?

"there is no fortune, there is a time when talent meets opportunity," Calabresi quotes by Seneca. in the book you will find incredible stories to fall and bounce up, to defeat poverty and misery and ability to reinvent itself, for pain with the loss of legs in a military operation in Iraq or paralysis poliomelitica childhood and recovery of human dignity and even beyond, to abandonment of hope and new planting on fertile ground in which to put down new roots.

Paul Claudel calls resilience, restoring a form after the original strain, the adaptive flexibility:

"In the American temperament there 'quality, call resiliency, embracing the concepts of elasticity, bounce, resource and good humor. A girl lost property, without being a pity it'll wash the dishes and make hats. A student will not feel belittled working few hours a day in a garage or a coffee. I visited America at the end of the Hoover presidency, one of the more hours' tragic in its history, when all banks had closed their doors, and economic life was firm. The anxiety gripped the hearts, but the joy and confidence shone in the faces of all. To hear phrases that they exchanged one would have said it was all a huge joke. And if some funding was thrown through the window, I can not help believing that he did it in the hope of deceptive bounce. "

short, I would like, have the resilience, the whole, but I fear that the strain transformed me and crushing me shrink and fear, even fear, that once modified by the suffering of my ability to return to a form quo ante requires long processing times dramatically.
indeed adaptability to changing wasteful and destructive is a skill that I think I see rarely, and I wonder, after reading the book, both as a structural problem, personality, and it may also affect a cultural, temperamental attitude of an entire people. the scene is paradigmatic of the photo, indicating an internal war, a deupauperizzazione resources but at the same time is not what it seems. is the end of an era, perhaps that of mindless speculation, but probably also the beginning of a new, perhaps that of reconstruction work. at least for the United States.