Start with a premise: I get to write a post after a long time, but do not blame the mirror, which has continued to show images. The cause is my will, a choice.
The initial symptoms consisted in alerting a kind of laziness, like a sudden emptiness. Anyone who knows me knows that could not be empty and in fact, was only willing to " reflection" (in fact I compare myself with the mirror).
For the record, I felt the need, say, to "restructure" something in the soul, the need to assess and evaluate a range of topics, themes, issues, choosing those that would stimulate not only the writer, but above all, the reader. Perhaps the fear of becoming commonplace, both in the choice of the topics shown in the mirror, which, in the treatment and tell.
I have to say, then, I was pleased to hear two recurring questions that I have placed some readers of the blog: "But why not publish any more?" and "but when you republish?".
So I thought it was long enough this kind of "digestion" and finished this post, which, actually, I started writing the first days of the date on which appear in the blog.
Closed, completed the premise, here is the post. The title may
suggest to the will of the mirror once again to comment on the latest and most recent political events, with a description of its fauna (sharks aka politicians). One might be tempted to think that we are going to deal with issues such as economic measures and the consequent unequal sacrifice asked Italians, the real concern of the Government for laws such as wiretapping, and much more that we would be commenting. Too much to say I was tempted to start over from there, but I just said to start, or resume a path already beaten.
Therefore, it is not so, the image that the mirror showed me have anything purpose and direction.
Recently, I realized my desire: to swim in the sea, including coral reefs. After several years of procrastination, I managed to not only go along the banks, but its inside and deep in the Red Sea, then in Egypt and the precision in Marsa Alam.
Wonderful. As I expected, I will not say more than I expected, but without any kind of disappointment and this is a lot. Written
this, there may be some between the reader with a profile, character, say, a bit snobbish, and could, therefore, to say, "bah! The usual trip: Red Sea, crowds of tourists in Sharm ... etc.. etc... "
And therein lies the error. I will not bore you with a full account of the journey, but the intention is to groped to succeed, even a little, to make you feel what I've reported this to stay. Being able to make you understand that it was not the usual holiday of sun, sea other than the home, or in a place outside time, in the sense of having visited and lived in a time when it is raining and chilly in our house while there everything was about a sweet summer.
not want to tell you the trip, but, in other words, I want to write about the trip. I mean "journey" within the meaning of adolescence, which I always attributed to it: grab and store a series of impressions and emotions. Travel The initial symptoms consisted in alerting a kind of laziness, like a sudden emptiness. Anyone who knows me knows that could not be empty and in fact, was only willing to " reflection" (in fact I compare myself with the mirror).
For the record, I felt the need, say, to "restructure" something in the soul, the need to assess and evaluate a range of topics, themes, issues, choosing those that would stimulate not only the writer, but above all, the reader. Perhaps the fear of becoming commonplace, both in the choice of the topics shown in the mirror, which, in the treatment and tell.
I have to say, then, I was pleased to hear two recurring questions that I have placed some readers of the blog: "But why not publish any more?" and "but when you republish?".
So I thought it was long enough this kind of "digestion" and finished this post, which, actually, I started writing the first days of the date on which appear in the blog.
Closed, completed the premise, here is the post. The title may
suggest to the will of the mirror once again to comment on the latest and most recent political events, with a description of its fauna (sharks aka politicians). One might be tempted to think that we are going to deal with issues such as economic measures and the consequent unequal sacrifice asked Italians, the real concern of the Government for laws such as wiretapping, and much more that we would be commenting. Too much to say I was tempted to start over from there, but I just said to start, or resume a path already beaten.
Therefore, it is not so, the image that the mirror showed me have anything purpose and direction.
Recently, I realized my desire: to swim in the sea, including coral reefs. After several years of procrastination, I managed to not only go along the banks, but its inside and deep in the Red Sea, then in Egypt and the precision in Marsa Alam.
Wonderful. As I expected, I will not say more than I expected, but without any kind of disappointment and this is a lot. Written
this, there may be some between the reader with a profile, character, say, a bit snobbish, and could, therefore, to say, "bah! The usual trip: Red Sea, crowds of tourists in Sharm ... etc.. etc... "
And therein lies the error. I will not bore you with a full account of the journey, but the intention is to groped to succeed, even a little, to make you feel what I've reported this to stay. Being able to make you understand that it was not the usual holiday of sun, sea other than the home, or in a place outside time, in the sense of having visited and lived in a time when it is raining and chilly in our house while there everything was about a sweet summer.
as the meaning and profound significance that remains in us once we've come, what which has become one of our party, the food that has soul.
It 's true, such a trip in those places, can be seen and experienced as the most tourists, there may be, in the sense of the term consumerism: the village, feeling of being in a secure environment separate from the places visited, feeling short greenhouse plants and animals in the nature reserve.
But the difference is we do, we who can make this type of visit, the trip meant as I described a few lines ago, and that allows us, therefore, to live those places and its people, drawing from the overall sense in addition to individual emotions.
So why the title "Dances with Sharks"? I only got to borrow a famous title of a famous movie: "Dances with Wolves." I remember that after seeing the film, in addition to various emotions, the first and biggest was that I kept feeling that the "lost paradise", the man who has seen the limit, the frontier of the world as we know, and beyond of which there is a world created by something that is not us, the more perfect, or has arisen due to a balance that we could never achieve. In any event, a world we have lost, leaving it to be swallowed by the world that, instead, we have created with our hands, a less perfect and the end does not even reflect our true essence, so that often suffer for "nostalgia" that we feel for the lost paradise.
The same feeling I have tried living for a few days in the Red Sea, but I mean the Red Sea Marsa Alam: I heard the advancing border and the nostalgia for paradise lost.
There is a profound difference between the Red Sea in Sharm or Hurghada and Marsa Alam to, but there is still a difference between that of Marsa Alam and that of Berenice in Egypt or even further south.
It 'something that is perceived to skin. I swam with the turtles on the beach in Abu Dabbab, and I swam with turtles in some of the beaches further south and there was a difference. Abu Dabbab, you saw, and committed to living at the same time, committed to unmark tourists. The beach itself, looked like a museum besieged by groups of tourists with fins and snorkel. Further south I saw the turtles feed among the coral and watch, without moving, while you do you were watching, and then start to eat again, and then gaze at you, making you feel this, but contingent, bound at the moment, and rightly so, however, "foreign ". Felt, then, the need to let it be, greet them and thank them for the show that they had offered, for having pointed out, for those few moments physically, but spiritually, is still present today that I'm back, as a stranger in my house . They pushed me to pray because "something" that lies beyond us is able to save that show.
course, not just turtles. I also swam a few meters away from a barracuda along more than one meter, having seen him when I was already very close, while he stood there, under the boat a few meters from the shore, camouflaged with the same color blue water, I had seen for some time. I found there, stayed there, he the king of that realm, I invader temporary.
Moray size unspeakable, sea eagles which seemed to really fly in the water at speeds beyond belief, fish of a thousand shapes and colors.
Then even they ... sharks, including one who has traveled to several meters, in parallel with me, the barrier reef. Explorer I, at that time became explored the subject.
There I heard the border, I saw the wolf, "two socks" in which Kevin Costner danced; him the wolf, I, in my small way, the shark.
In those days I made friends with some local boys: local dive guides who have worked in several villages in various locations in the Red Sea and from vendors in the bazaars, but in reality students of Luxor, to earn something for a while selling souvenirs in the bazaars of the village.
Thanks to them, I knew something most of those places, but most of all, I had confirmation of my feeling: the frontier moved further south, the settlers put forward, less and less respectful of that world in which they are temporary visitors and always foreigners. They told me that that was the biggest barrier to the north, now a little squalcita, or tourists (especially Russians) who come to take the turtles to raise them triumphantly out of water.
Greeting, there I asked to do everything possible to save and preserve the place. I do that, perhaps exaggerating, I say "I danced with the sharks, I saw a world born of a perfect balance, warning that just enough to alter it. I therefore hope that the man keep it, but in truth I very much fear that this is not. At least I can do the same balance that created it, the Red Sea itself, which certainly gave me for what I say thank you: Shukran Marsa Alam.
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