#LilianaSegre: 90 years old today. This is her story. #Lestweforget the horrors man is capable of

Liliana Segre:Le più belle frasi   Temo di vivere abbastanza per vedere cose che pensavo la Storia avesse definitivamente bocciato, invece erano solo sopite.  Liliana Segre: The most beautiful passages   I’m afraid I will live long enough to see the things I thought History had definitely quashed and which were, instead only dormant.Coltivare la…Read more #LilianaSegre: 90 years old today. This is her story. #Lestweforget the horrors man is capable of

Emanuela Cocco: Tu che eri ogni ragazza/ You who were every girl

Jungla suffers from aphasia. Jungla is quiet but violent, pretty but huge, Jungla has never been part of the world around her. Jungla has always been "outside the door waiting to be asked in." Tu che eri ogni ragazza Emanuela Cocco Jungla è Obelix. Questa è la sua categoria. Jungla la sente vibrare nel suono…Read more Emanuela Cocco: Tu che eri ogni ragazza/ You who were every girl

Liliana Segre: In Auschwitz at thirteen #LestWeForget

"The trip to Auschwitz – very few speak about it because very few came back – is one of the most terrible chapters of the Shoah. Mine lasted six days, and for six days this humanity lived hoarded in the freight car with its misery, with its bodily functions, with its smell of sweat, of…Read more Liliana Segre: In Auschwitz at thirteen #LestWeForget

Antonia Pozzi:Abbandonati in braccio al buio/ Abandon yourself in the arms of the darkness

    Abbandonati in braccio al buio   Antonia Pozzi   Abbandonati in braccio al buio monti m’insegnate l’attesa: all’alba – chiese diverranno i miei boschi. Arderò – cero sui fiori d’autunno tramortita nel sole. Abandon yourself in the arms of darkness   Antonia Pozzi   Abandon yourself in the arms of darkness mountains you…Read more Antonia Pozzi:Abbandonati in braccio al buio/ Abandon yourself in the arms of the darkness

Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 6

"Don't die. The war is almost over..." This is this last part of Liliana Segre's story. We have travelled along this unimaginable path with her. And if we have a conscience, we should keep these memories close to our hearts, #lestweforget. Part 6 Non morite, la guerra sta per finire Arrivammo poi in altri Lager:…Read more Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 6

Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 5

"The evacuation and death march began because our persecutors were running from the Russians, and they didn’t want to leave prisoners (they hadn’t had the time to kill us all) or witnesses of that atrocious place called Auschwitz." - Liliana Segre Part 5 Avevamo una fame terribile Avevo intorno a me le mie compagne, erano…Read more Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 5

Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 4

"How does a woman feel when she’s suddenly stark-naked in front of soldiers who pass, look, and snicker with the extreme contempt of the ruling race..." Liliana Segre Part 4 Auschwitz: stazione di non ritorno Fu un momento essenziale. La maggior parte di noi era condannata a morte all’arrivo. E a quel silenzio che io…Read more Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 4

Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 3

"And the railwaymen who were driving those trains did not ask—or did not ask themselves—why the cars came back empty…" - Liliana Segre Part 3 … Non fu così. Ma la cosa che mi ricordo di più di San Vittore è un’altra: la Gestapo chiamava gli uomini per gli interrogatori, feroci: torturavano, davano botte, martoriavano.…Read more Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/ In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 3

Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 1

So much talk about us and them. So much hatred. So much need to put others down in order to feel bigger, better, stronger. So little memory of the senseless harm man can do...And so today I will start publishing the translation of the account of Liliana Segre, an outstanding woman, a senator, a survivor,…Read more Liliana Segre: da Ad Auschwitz a tredici anni/In Auschwitz at thirteen – Part 1

Tu che eri ogni ragazza/ You who were every girl by Emanuela Cocco

  Tu che eri ogni ragazza Emanuela Cocco A – Uccidono la ragazza. La madre e il padre piangono. La madre dice: perché noi? Il padre: lo prenderanno e gli faranno il culo. La madre: non poteva capitare a qualcun altro? Gli faranno molto male, risponde il padre. La madre: pensavo che saremmo stati risparmiati.…Read more Tu che eri ogni ragazza/ You who were every girl by Emanuela Cocco

#Excerpt from Mangiafuoco by Dana Neri

  Mangiafuoco  Dana Neri Ha ascoltato gli Abney Park a ripetizione fino ad ora. Tanto non aveva niente da fare. O meglio, in realtà qualcosa in programma ce l’aveva: avrebbe dovuto incontrare sua madre, all’ora di pranzo. Ma lei ha disdetto il loro ‘appuntamento mensile’ per la terza volta di seguito, persino oggi. Oggi che…Read more #Excerpt from Mangiafuoco by Dana Neri

Behind the wall/Dietro i muri, Oltre il muro, or Dietro la parete by Tracy Chapman and the students of 3F

  “Behind The Wall" By Tracy Chapman   Last night I heard the screaming loud voices behind the wall another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call the police Always come late if they come at all   And when they arrive they say, they can't interfere with domestic affairs, between…Read more Behind the wall/Dietro i muri, Oltre il muro, or Dietro la parete by Tracy Chapman and the students of 3F

#International Women’s Day/Nuptial Nocturne by Ada Negri

International Day for the Elimination of #ViolenceagainstWomen
25 November

parallel texts: words reflected

Notturno nuziale

Di Ada Negri

Quando tu venisti, una notte, verso il suo letto, al buio,

e le dicesti, piano, già sopra di lei: Non ti vedo, non ti sento.

E la ghermisti con artiglio d’aquila, e tutta la costringesti nella tua forza

riplasmandola in te con tal furore ch’ella perdette il senso d’esistere.

E uno solo in due bocche fu il rantolo e misto fu il sangue e fu il ritmo perfetto,

e dal balcone aperto la notte guardava con l’occhio d’una sola stella

rossastra,

e il sonno che seguì parve la morte, e immoti come cadaveri

la tristezza dell’ombra vi vegliò sino all’alba.

Nuptial Nocturne

By Ada Negri

When you came, one night, towards her bed, in the dark

and you said, softly, already on top of her: I can’t see you, I can’t hear you.

And you clawed her with raptorial talon, and forced yourself upon her

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Snapshots: Below the belt/Sotto la cintura by Matilda Colarossi

International Day for the Elimination of #ViolenceagainstWomen
25 November

parallel texts: words reflected

BELOW THE BELT

By MatiColarossi

-I’d like to make a withdrawal, please.

The teller looked at the bank-slip I had filled out and then at me.

The minute I saw the look on her face, I felt my knees go weak.

*

-Hey, Ryan. C’mon. Wake up.

I watched my son pull a cushion over his head, but kept working.

I tore a plastic garbage bag out of the drawer, dumped the leftover cake inside. I wiped down the empty pill bottle, threw it in too, wiped the counter, removed my rubber gloves and walked into the living room.

-I said wake up, sweetie, come on!

I took the cushion off his head, drew him into my arms. His flannel pajamas spilled out from under his overalls. Cuddly bunny ears and bright orange carrots peeping. His ears were sleepy warm against my neck.

-And daddy?

-He’s asleep.

-Can I say…

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