Saturday, April 19, 2008

Quinciañeras Encueradas

FATIGUE OF LOVE





Today, reflecting on some events that happened in the past days at the compass, with some guests we decided the theme of 'emotions . Affective understanding not only between men and women, but also as a friendly relationship that exist between people who are living a state of malaise ...


We help more? It has been more supportive ... or is a constant war between the poor? It creates some real friends?


And what about the male-female relationships, as they live? What are the major difficulties that are found? What has changed respect "to the first?


Addressing this issue is not easy, takes each person to explore a small part of the problem itself perhaps buried under the house, work, self-sufficiency, health ... but an ember that if one blows, shines. It is also bright red.


We decided to open this discussion about all visitors to the Day Centre, picking up the different points of view and experiences about ... difficult task??


We'll find out soon ...


G., M. and Silvia



Sometimes writing about feelings is something difficult, confusing, painful ... we tried to talk to some Guests of this topic, limiting the discussion to the people most affected and they proved willing to open up in a way so intimate and delicate.

The first observation, a little 'bitter, coming out from the start of our discussion, is that "there are no friends on the street," and they tell me M. and G. bitter, but almost resigned to this reality. They tell me that everyone tries to make friends "what has the cigarettes, what right has the knowledge, who have money in that time," but when your luck turns, "friends" disappear ... tell me that in their lives "street" did not encounter any real person, no friend sincere ... It 's M. that tells me how to have just leads people to be a real war for a slice of bread each take their things tight and eyes wide open! These statements make me raises a question: why, if it is all in the same boat, no rowing in the same direction? It 's hard to explain, M. tells me that everyone thinks for themselves, everyone thinks to escape, try to get out of this situation without the risk to someone else ... the conversation takes a turn in a busy, but also hard ...

But the words became more sparse when we start talking about the relationship with women: Daniel, the first to go and smoke a cigarette, jokes and Zé Femen few suits and hip brute "with the remaining falter.
G. is the first to tell me that a person in the street, before thinking about a relationship with a woman, must solve the problem of home, work, autonomy ... and then and then and then ... and then comes the thought of a woman : Even the sex drive seems to be buried so many problems.
"But how can p iacere to a woman if you do not even have a house to take her to dinner ???!!", M. tells me that the thought goes to his emotional situation to the" first "to be on the road: he, a woman had it, but it has been burned, and almost seems no longer want to know. I tell couples that have formed in the street, still living situations of hardship: he explains how difficult it is for them to have their own inner life in a structure such as the Asylum Night Club, where men and women sleep in separate dormitories
...
Many questions and answers are not all there, some of these are almost leaked the idea that in certain "extreme" conditions of human life, some types of relationships are gradually wear out until it disappears: friendship, love, solidarity concepts seem so far away ... away by choice or by compulsion ... because life, with its problems, its unexpected, its mocking jokes has led us not to believe?

M., G., Daniele, Simone e Silvia






Saturday, April 12, 2008

Creamy Chunky Cervical Fluid

What is behind CURVES OF LIFE ...



March 31, 2008

NEW HOUSE ... NEW LIFE??!

are from the past I put 18.00 (always punctual in late) when I get to 'Asylum and M. I already waiting anxiously with a coffee in hand ... has arrived, with its joys, sadness, and problems, the long-awaited day: the transfer of M. Torresino reception by the second! I'm excited
: almost almost seems that I should transfer me, because I'm more into the skin to load luggage ... but how many?! M. has four panniers, so many bags and some bags ... I wonder if all these things are just essential ...
Together operators Torresino load my poor car, which is almost dying, managing to keep us (almost) everything ... and we are ready to sail to ... (this time I can tell) HOME! During the trip
M. has eyes that shine, it gives me tips on how to drive ("Go slow! Go slow!" ... "... Let the above!"), you make us happy with some photos I brought coffee to capture this day ... M. and asylum night for more than three years, the years when he stayed in a room with five other people, in a structure that can accept 90, with timetables and strict rules (which depended very much on operators on duty), with people more or less friendly and nice ... (Asylum Night guests are young, the elderly, alcoholics, drug addicts, Italians and foreigners, lonely people also abandoned by his family ...).
While I'm at the wheel I think it must have been an easy life, now feeling better, without fixed schedules and obligations of living together with so many different people ...
After a journey of a twenty minutes, we arrive to the apartment (which is just above the job M .... a dream!) and begin to unload all those heavy suitcases and bags while the new roommate is there to greet us and offer to help carry the suitcases. Meanwhile Anna arrives (operator of the second host and "The Compass") and so we get all of them: the apartment is very large (in the meantime I think, is much larger than that in which I lived in Florence, has a dining room spacious!), neat and clean: M. is in a double room, and while his roommate is a bit 'messy, I think you will feel comfortable.
yet .... What is happening? See M. pensive, almost sad ... sad?! I feel excited but also a bit 'lost. He asks to go back to sleep to the common lodging, at least for that night ... the bags will think tomorrow. In a moment I went through my head all the speeches M. I had done in previous months, his concerns on how to make ends meet, is it true, a house is a roof, and welcoming, a bed, but they are also bills, expense accounts to return later this month. (Do not live by bread alone man !!!).
A house is no longer five roommates who do not sleep or disturb, but it is also no longer have the company of children two evenings of animation week (the only company is the television, radio or disks).
A house is a kitchen, but you do not have good Caritas and lose the support of the Compass.
A house is to let all the rules, control, support, routines, the faces that for years (for better or for worse) have characterized the life of a person "a road" and start again to build a life day after day.
At that time I covered the bags and I knew many things before my eyes, had escaped: inside of luggage, so full, so swollen, M. had not only clothes, but also a bit of life (distant memories addresses that have helped him before leaving the prison) lasted three years, which in some ways did not want to give up ... just wanted to be anchored there and did not want to break away completely ...


Today, after two weeks, M. they are starting to get used to this new life, although living with the new housemates is not always easy: everyone has their own schedules, work and rhythms ... and dialogue is essential for a good life.

and Silvia M.