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Zhongguo Chinese New Year, the country where there is no "medium"

Capita, like me these days, that China is close to you. Or then I have to be too large for her. Overbearing and uncontrollable comes the need to distance themselves from this world, the need and the desire to give pain to stop, or even distress, to understand. As my Terzani this month, I have the feeling that what is around me is made to last a single season. Maybe I'm wrong then, and tomorrow I deny.

When you leave, she - China - somehow you are starting. Not with gentleness and love, no. Quite the contrary. Here is revealed in those folds and in those wounds that when the mood is high and life is full it's easy - and pretty soon - Not to see. Those creases and that all those wounds - a must clear the victims themselves - are scrambling to cover up and hide. Arms are stretched out furtively in rubbish bins to check their contents. However, arms, back on its feet until reaching the face, at first glance I would say a little square with the appearance, position, location of the person. Unsuspecting women in my compound. The vigilantes in uniform stationed in the parking lots between Mercedes and BMW, in front of several Starbucks, Cold Stone & Company, who pretended to take a tour of patrol approach the tables abandoned just to check whether the contents of cups and bowls.

The fault is now also inflation, the food, I do not mean much. + 10% in a few weeks. For the mass worthy of the name, a sentence of hunger. Jasmine or not, this would be enough to fill the squares. The streets of this country that, apart from and mockery of its name, the "middle" has nothing. You're either rich or you are poor. Or die of cold or hot. Either you or someone you're not really anyone. But also: spend or nothing for rice and vegetables cooked on the street in darkened containers of fortune, or spend 40 euro for a pound of cherries. Or pay the gold imported olive oil, or pay nothing for the oil extracted from discharges of homes and kitchens. But still less than the filtered sewers. No, you're China, in the middle you have nothing, not even in terms of feelings. Or you're innocently on your side, or you're terrible enemy. Or are submissive and acquiescent smile, or even see us. In short, you or you love or you hate it.