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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.

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Dance & Acrobatics - UP show, Suzhou SSCAC

dances, acrobatics, opera. Briefcase and coordination, physical strength and elasticity, drama and emotions. The ingredients are all there, the script and the symbols are self-congratulatory Discount China. Dancers, acrobats and singers perform with diligence, showing that everyone has studied and knows its part, does not matter - and who would notice then? - If the collection is a bit 'wooden and mechanical. De-sentimentalized. The note on which it relies for involving the public is a bit ironic 'burlesque a bit' naïve , because in the end make a joke of it plays down and relaxes the tone (it is often the case, not only in China) .



is the result surprises me. Basically absent-minded, more interested in settling on the best seats to change seats to two, three times for some reason - certainly not for a better perspective -, the busy strip in place and handbags and bags in tow, more inclined to shop around for see what the rest of the audience. A noisy audience, very disciplined, very attentive to the stunts, which comes in too late nell'applauso. An audience of various ages who discards food, drinks, nibbles seeds, said out loud, tickling the laughter of friends and family with jokes that I fear have nothing to do with what runs before his eyes. There are those who teases the back, who slips from the back of his cap, simulating a launch object to the stage, who - out loud - do not know what kind of guide to an old lady embarrassed and confused, obviously out of place, that instead of following spins and pirouettes observes me.

We are the only two foreigners, as in many other occasions, I have the feeling that we are the real attraction.



I especially feel that artists who want to say I agree with submission and servility on stage are not the protagonists, but only a misuse of funds, movement and music background fillers. A nice little frame. In defiance to the ticket price (no small by Chinese standards), this gathering of family clan seems to use this opportunity to be a foil or as a ground for self-amusement and play, as if implying - with gestures and manners - that these animated mannequins, as such, are not worthy of attention, respect, appreciation, but not only of silence. Has a strange effect. There is a lack of composure. And the relationship they have with the performer is television, that look at the pictures on the screen only if and when you want, without disrupting their daily business, without having any or empathy towards those that are creating the content.



Ha, whatever, something reminiscent of the instincts and impulses give vent to crowded arenas and screaming of the past. It has everything, much less to do with a certain ethics of the public, even paying, for it can not afford everything.