 and the Ministry of the Interior asked the help of the army. The situation is under control."

The flat screen reproduced in each room the same images: boats, sea, suffering faces.

"But what on hell do they want from us? Why don't they tell them there is no place. I mean there should be a way to make them aware."

Lidia Biscardi shook her head. She was not against immigrants. On the contrary, she noticed that when they had become the 40% of the population many services improved. The post office employees, all colored, were more sociable and the hospital nurses, Arab or Latinos, were much kinder. But at school his son complained that someone stole his money. Everybody knew the thief but nobody dared to speak.

"There is no way. How long have we been talking of that? If one is starving, no matter the army. Nobody is going to stop him from coming."

Rodolfo Biscardi was listening only with one hear, from the office area of the wide open space.

He used to bring home his commercialist job. And now he had the big pain in the ass of Doctor Faletti, who did not want to pay taxes on his factory, on his huge villa and on three expensive cars.

Lidia came back to her oven- baked lasagna, as, since she left the part-time job, she was not happy with the frozen ones. Luckily the kitchen was big so she could spread the lasagna everywhere in order not to stick one to another. She made some commentary before searching a reality show channel.

"Look, I made a thousand five hundred points at Mors Tua."

"Give it to me. It is my videogame."

"Hands off. It is my turn."

Giada and Marco, the two kids, behaved like a screen play. Hearing them quarreling, you would have realized they were growing on well, as normal kids.

"Get ready quickly. I bring you to the swimming pool in a while."

It was Rodolfo's task that day. But he was happy to go because he could have a swim, too, as the doctor suggested.

"Mom, where is the dry swimming suit?"

Lidia switched off the gas below the meat sauce. Luckily she had not started yet with the white sauce. They interrupted her always in the most inconvenient
and the Ministry of the Interior asked the help of the army. The situation is under restraint. " 

 The bland screen reproduced in each room the same persona: boats, sea, distress confront. 

 " But what on sin do they desire from us? Why don't they tell them there is no position. I mean there should be a way to make them mindful. " 

 Lidia Biscardi shook her head. She was not against immigrant. On the contrary, she comment that when they had become the 40% of the population many service improved. The post office employee, all colored, were more sociable and the hospital nurses, Arab or Latinos, were a lot kinder. But at school his son complain that someone stole his money. Everybody know the thief but nobody dared to speak. 

 " There is no direction. How long have we been talking of that? If one is starving, no matter the army. Nobody is going to stop him from coming. " 

 Rodolfo Biscardi was listening only with one hear, from the office area of the wide open space. 

 He used to bring home his commercialist job. And now he have the big pain in the ass of Doctor Faletti, who did not desire to give taxes on his factory, on his huge villa and on three expensive cars. 

 Lidia issue forth back to her oven- baked lasagna, as, since she left the part - time caper, she was not happy with the frozen ones. Luckily the kitchen was big so she could spread the lasagna everywhere in decree not to stick one to another. She made some commentary before searching a reality show groove. 

 " Look, I made a thousand five hundred points at Mors Tua. " 

 " Give it to me. It is my videogame. " 

 " Hands off. It is my act. " 

 Giada and Marco, the two kids, behaved like a screen play. Hearing them quarreling, you would have realized they were growing on well, as normal child. 

 " Get quick quickly. I bring you to the swimming pool in a while. " 

 It was Rodolfo's task that day. But he was felicitous to go because he could suffer a swim, excessively, as the doctor suggested. 

 " Mom, where is the dry swimming courtship? " 

 Lidia switched off the natural gas below the meat sauce. Luckily she had not started yet with the white sauce. They interrupted her always in the most inconvenient
 anf the Ministry of the Inuerior asked the kwlp of the admy. The rituation is under control."

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"Givq it to me. It ls my videogeme."

"Hands jff. Ut iw my tufv."

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"Mom, where ix the dry swimming suit?"

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 and the Ministry of the InteriOr asked the Help oF thE arMy. the sItuaTion is under conTRol."

THe flat screen reproduced In eacH rOOm thE SaMe imaGes: boatS, SeA, SUffErInG faCeS.

"buT what On hEll do thEy want from Us? WHy Don't they tell THeM there is no PlaCe. I mean there ShoUld be a WaY to MAke thEm aWare."

LIdia BiSCardi sHook her heAd. sHe was nOT againsT IMmIgraNts. On the contrary, sHE nOTiced that when tHey had BeCOmE THe 40% oF thE populatioN mAny seRVices imPRoVED. the POst office emplOyees, all colORed, Were moRe SocIAble anD the hOsPItaL nurses, Arab Or LaTinos, were Much kiNDer. But aT School hIs son cOmpLaiNed tHAt SoMeoNe STolE HiS moNEy. EVerybody KnEw The thIef bUT NOBody DarEd to Speak.

"there is no way. HOw lOng hAVe wE been TalkiNg of ThAt? If oNe is stArvinG, nO matter the army. NObodY is going tO stOp Him FrOm comINg."

RodoLfo bisCardi waS listenINg oNlY WITh One hear, from the offiCe AREa Of the widE open sPAcE.

HE Used to brInG hoMe hiS COmmerCialISt Job. And noW he had THe BiG pain in ThE ass of doCtoR FaLetti, WHo diD not waNt to pay tAxes oN His factory, on hiS Huge villa and oN ThREE eXPensIve Cars.

Lidia caMe baCK to hEr ovEN- bAkeD LasagNa, as, sInCE sHE left the part-time job, ShE was noT happY with the frozeN ones. LuckiLY THe kitcheN was BIg SO she could spreaD the lAsagna everYWhere in oRder nOt to sticK one to anoTHEr. She madE soMe cOmmEntARY bEfore searchinG A RealItY show chAnnEl.

"Look, I MadE a tHouSanD fIve hundreD points aT MOrS TUa."

"givE it to ME. It is my vIdEogAmE."

"HaNds ofF. it is my Turn."

GIada AnD MARco, The two kIDs, BEHaveD lIkE a scReeN pLay. HeArinG TheM quarreLing, you woUld HAve rEaLiZed they Were growing on WeLl, as normal KiDs.

"GEt readY QUickly. I bRing you to the swimming pooL In a whilE."

It Was RoDolfO's task thaT daY. But he Was HAppy to Go becaUse he CoUld HAVe a swIM, ToO, as ThE doctor sugGESteD.

"Mom, wHeRe is The dry sWimming suit?"

Lidia swITchEd off the gas beLow The mEAT sAucE. luCKilY sHE haD NOt started yet witH the white sAuCE. THey interruPTed HeR always In the moSt incONvenienT
 and the Ministry of the I nterior as ked t hehel pof t he a rmy. The situa t ionis under control."

Th e fla ts cree n  r eprod uced in ea c h  ro om  t hesa m eimage s:boats,sea, suffe rin gfaces.

"But wh at on hell  do  they want f rom  us? W hy  do n 't th eytellthem t h ere is  no place .I  meant here sh o u ld  bea way to make the m  a w are."

Lidia B iscard is ho o k  he r h ead. She w as  nota gainsti mm i g r ant s . On the cont rary, she n o tic ed tha twhe n  theyhad b ec o methe 40% ofthepopulatio n many service s  improv ed. Th e p ost  off i ce  e mpl oy e es, al l c o lor ed, were  m or e soc iabl e a n d th e h ospi tal n urses, Arab o r L atin o s,weremuchkind er . But  at sc hoolhi s son complaine d th at someon e s to lehi s mon e y. Eve ryb ody  knew t he thie f  bu tn o b od y dared to speak.
" T h er e is noway. H o wlo n g have w ebee n ta l k ing o f th a t?  If oneis sta r vi ng , no ma tt er the  a rmy . N obody is g oing t o stop h im fr o m coming."

Ro d olfo Biscardi wa s li s teni ngonly with o ne h e ar,from th e o f ficeareaof th e  wide open space.
He  usedto br ing home hiscommercial i s t  job. An d no w  h e  had the big p ain i n the asso f Doctor  Fale tti, who  did notw a nt to pa y t axe s o n h i s  f actory, on hi s huge  v illa an d o n three  ex pen siv e c ar s.

Lidia  came ba ck  t ohe r o ven-b aked las ag na,  a s,since she le ft th e pa rt -t i mejob, sh e  w a s  not  h ap py w ith  t he fr ozen one s. Luck ily the k itc h en w as  b ig so s he could spre ad  the lasag na  ev erywhe r e  in orde r not to stick one to a n other.She  made  som e comment ary  befor e s e archin g a re ality  s how c hanne l . 
"Lo ok , I made a t hou sandfi ve h undredpoints at Mors Tua . "
"Give it to m e.It i s my  vi d eo g ame ." 
"H a n ds off. It is m y turn."
Gi a da  and Marco ,  th etwo kid s, beha ved l i ke a sc reen play . Hearing  t hemq u arr eling, you  would h ave reali z ed th e yweregro wing o nwel l, as  norma l  ki ds.
"Get r ea dy qui ckly.  I  bring y ou to the swimming pool  in awhile ."
It was R odo l fo' s task th at d ay. But he  wa s h appytog o bec ause he  co u ld ha ve a swim, too ,  a s t h e  d octor sugge s t e d.
"Mom , w h ere is  the  dry swimming sui t ?"

Lidia swit ched o ffthe gasbe low the meat s auc e. L uckily s he  had not st arted ye tw ith t he whi te sau ce. The y in t errupt ed h eralways in  th em ost inc on ve n ient
 and_the Ministry_of the Interior asked_the help_of_the army._The_situation is under_control."

The flat screen_reproduced in each room_the same images:_boats,_sea, suffering faces.

"But what on hell do they want from us? Why don't they_tell_them there_is_no_place. I mean there should_be a way to make_them aware."

Lidia_Biscardi shook her head. She was not against_immigrants._On the contrary,_she noticed that when they had become the 40%_of the population many services improved._The post office_employees,_all_colored, were more sociable_and the hospital nurses, Arab or_Latinos, were much kinder. But at_school his son complained that someone stole_his money. Everybody knew the thief_but nobody dared to speak.

"There_is no_way. How long have we_been talking of_that? If_one is starving,_no matter the army. Nobody is_going to stop_him from coming."

Rodolfo Biscardi was listening_only_with one hear,_from_the_office area_of the wide_open_space.

He used_to_bring home his commercialist job. And_now_he had the big pain in the_ass of Doctor Faletti,_who_did not want to_pay taxes on his factory,_on his huge villa and on_three expensive_cars.

Lidia came_back to her oven- baked lasagna, as, since she left the_part-time job, she was not happy_with the frozen ones._Luckily the_kitchen_was big so_she_could spread_the lasagna everywhere in order not to_stick one_to another. She made some commentary_before searching a reality_show_channel.

"Look, I made a thousand five_hundred points at Mors Tua."

"Give it_to me. It is my_videogame."

"Hands_off._It is my turn."

Giada and_Marco, the two kids, behaved like_a screen play._Hearing them quarreling, you would have realized_they_were growing on well, as normal_kids.

"Get_ready quickly. I bring you to_the_swimming_pool in a while."

It was_Rodolfo's task that day. But he_was happy to go because he could have a_swim, too, as_the doctor suggested.

"Mom, where is_the_dry_swimming suit?"

Lidia switched off the gas below the meat sauce._Luckily she_had not started_yet with the white sauce. They interrupted her always in_the most inconvenient