For some reason when it comes to Jordan think of the burka, kidnapping, terrorism ... oh well, if you talk of Ireland is obvious that you think of the green, the fish and chips, English .... In addition to
Jordan is uncivilized, well, where to send your son? Of course if that means civil
not know the lady downstairs, to wait in line at the supermarket and do not share a smile with the cashier, or other things of groan, and then just say that the Jordanians are uncivilized!
Returning to Ireland: Corrymeela was really an oasis of peace, we understand that you can have fun with little (I already knew I was in Petra quell'incivile room!)
At the end of five days that beautiful stem, and another civilian, David, it "has made quite a bundle." Eh ... things happen in a culture, not like in Amman, where I have not "kicked out" a penny. A Rand
house if you dare to take a table fork, they were able to tie you to a chair and gagged, to Corrymeela we have not had these problems: morning, noon and night we had a pile of pots and pans to wash. When cooked the principal, and that pile had doubled, we had found the solution, it was enough lanciarseli him during the fights, of course, always good to civilians in an oasis of peace!
In Jordan, we slept in the desert, we danced, sang and joked in front of a bonfire, with glitter all over the sky of stars. Even in Ballycastle
we participated in a bonfire, but the sky you could not see, was covered with black smoke, black due to the wheels of cars burned. The highlight of the festival was when the flag of the Republic of Ireland, placed at the top of the bonfire, it was charred. Here no one has invited us to dance, some children more vibrant humming <<>> I guess the civil Bash Materazzi. No one has spoken. Jane and David had told us that someone might ask <<>> Well, I would have said hello Rachel, I'm eighteen years old, I'm Italian, I'm here for a project for peace, if you really want to know I am a Christian Catholic tradition, but I think that there is only one God, who calls in different ways, which teaches peace and forgiveness. But this was not the correct answer, could only respond <<>>.
So, where to send your son? In Wadi Rum
I wish that starry sky had never given way to the sun, in spite of my tummy, we were all there, Italians and Jordan, Christians, atheists and Muslims, male and female, wrapped in our blankets to laugh and joking (although this was interrupted by some corsettina in the bathroom). At the bonfire
Irish could not wait to go back to our rooms, I did not want those images to imprint themselves in my mind. Here, too, felt a sense of vastness, but it was immense sadness, not to celebrate because they were only poor old people who remembered their youth, but teens like me, families and especially children. But how will things change if the children are having fun you rip and burn a flag?
where to send your son?
The next day we went to Belfast, the Orange brand. Here
old men paraded with their freshly polished medals, followed by marching bands, young, and the saddest thing, as children, children ...
the roadside spectators, having chairs and a breakfast bag, do not lose any a moment of the show. Ah, I forgot, everything from sidewalks to people's clothes, drew the blue and red, the colors of the English Civil crown. What are we celebrating? A battle won centuries ago.
Where to send your son?
I left is still a sense of sadness and sorrow for those children that young, but as you can go first if they are not doing it?
In Jordan, we have talked about war and peace, and we have seen horrific images, but we were comfortable and cool in the auditorium of the school.
In Ireland we have seen with our eyes what it means to not be at peace.
We entered the Protestant district and if we were not accompanied by Twister, we were fresh out whole!
where to send your son?
Twister had fought against the Catholics, but now has become a pacifist, despite the ringing of the phone and the tattoo of the English crown, has now turned the corner, now is organizing football matches between Protestants and Catholics, but ... that wall, the wall eh ... peace is a must! Why do not you also explain to the Palestinians that peace is that wall? Ah, how stupid are uncivilized!
where to send your son?
In Derry we met John McCourt, a veteran of the civil prison English, which bears the marks on his face. His blue eyes looked like those of a fifteen, it's like in the movies of young people are made up and aged, but the trick is not able to age the eyes. It seems that his eyes remained on that Sunday, then Sunday, then Bloody Sunday. On Monday he decided to join the IRA, after his eyes had seen many of his friends killed, one of which, his best friend, her friend of childhood, adolescence and his classmate, shot from behind by a civilian soldier, while he had fallen.
is always the reason why peace never arrives, it's the same reason that Twister decided to fight the Catholics, and is the same reason that drives many young people to blow themselves up in Palestine: The Revenge.
the evening in Amman we have rarely met our teachers, in Belfast could not leave unaccompanied.
where to send your son?
From five in the afternoon we began to hear helicopters and police sirens. The next day found on the street pieces of bottles and stones, which Protestants and Catholics had been launched the previous evening, although the gates that separate the two areas are closed from eight in the evening.
where to send your son?
One evening as we returned on foot from a pub, an old woman came out screaming on the street in pajamas and with a hammer in hand! Maybe he thought we were a group who wanted to bother the other district.
Walking Amman, coming to stores near many people trying to say at least one word in Italian, so to make you feel at home in the outskirts of Belfast was easy for kids to get our attention we shouted profanity, thinking perhaps not to be understood. Now I do not want
All of the herbs a single beam, would end up beyond the other way. In Belfast there are people who think like us (and we've met) who want what we want, who also signed them on the wall, hoping that that wall will soon fall, so that these beautiful and colorful murals change soon subject and that the hand of that Catholic and Protestant that touch soon, and why not, hugging!
uncivil to me is the one who does not hope in all this. Uncivilized's who forcibly enters my house, robbing me of my land, my trees and my dignity, looking at me from top to bottom. This is the incivility.
So WHERE TO SEND YOUR SON?
Jordan is uncivilized, well, where to send your son? Of course if that means civil
not know the lady downstairs, to wait in line at the supermarket and do not share a smile with the cashier, or other things of groan, and then just say that the Jordanians are uncivilized!
Returning to Ireland: Corrymeela was really an oasis of peace, we understand that you can have fun with little (I already knew I was in Petra quell'incivile room!)
At the end of five days that beautiful stem, and another civilian, David, it "has made quite a bundle." Eh ... things happen in a culture, not like in Amman, where I have not "kicked out" a penny. A Rand
house if you dare to take a table fork, they were able to tie you to a chair and gagged, to Corrymeela we have not had these problems: morning, noon and night we had a pile of pots and pans to wash. When cooked the principal, and that pile had doubled, we had found the solution, it was enough lanciarseli him during the fights, of course, always good to civilians in an oasis of peace!
In Jordan, we slept in the desert, we danced, sang and joked in front of a bonfire, with glitter all over the sky of stars. Even in Ballycastle
we participated in a bonfire, but the sky you could not see, was covered with black smoke, black due to the wheels of cars burned. The highlight of the festival was when the flag of the Republic of Ireland, placed at the top of the bonfire, it was charred. Here no one has invited us to dance, some children more vibrant humming <<>> I guess the civil Bash Materazzi. No one has spoken. Jane and David had told us that someone might ask <<>> Well, I would have said hello Rachel, I'm eighteen years old, I'm Italian, I'm here for a project for peace, if you really want to know I am a Christian Catholic tradition, but I think that there is only one God, who calls in different ways, which teaches peace and forgiveness. But this was not the correct answer, could only respond <<>>.
So, where to send your son? In Wadi Rum
I wish that starry sky had never given way to the sun, in spite of my tummy, we were all there, Italians and Jordan, Christians, atheists and Muslims, male and female, wrapped in our blankets to laugh and joking (although this was interrupted by some corsettina in the bathroom). At the bonfire
Irish could not wait to go back to our rooms, I did not want those images to imprint themselves in my mind. Here, too, felt a sense of vastness, but it was immense sadness, not to celebrate because they were only poor old people who remembered their youth, but teens like me, families and especially children. But how will things change if the children are having fun you rip and burn a flag?
where to send your son?
The next day we went to Belfast, the Orange brand. Here
old men paraded with their freshly polished medals, followed by marching bands, young, and the saddest thing, as children, children ...
the roadside spectators, having chairs and a breakfast bag, do not lose any a moment of the show. Ah, I forgot, everything from sidewalks to people's clothes, drew the blue and red, the colors of the English Civil crown. What are we celebrating? A battle won centuries ago.
Where to send your son?
I left is still a sense of sadness and sorrow for those children that young, but as you can go first if they are not doing it?
In Jordan, we have talked about war and peace, and we have seen horrific images, but we were comfortable and cool in the auditorium of the school.
In Ireland we have seen with our eyes what it means to not be at peace.
We entered the Protestant district and if we were not accompanied by Twister, we were fresh out whole!
where to send your son?
Twister had fought against the Catholics, but now has become a pacifist, despite the ringing of the phone and the tattoo of the English crown, has now turned the corner, now is organizing football matches between Protestants and Catholics, but ... that wall, the wall eh ... peace is a must! Why do not you also explain to the Palestinians that peace is that wall? Ah, how stupid are uncivilized!
where to send your son?
In Derry we met John McCourt, a veteran of the civil prison English, which bears the marks on his face. His blue eyes looked like those of a fifteen, it's like in the movies of young people are made up and aged, but the trick is not able to age the eyes. It seems that his eyes remained on that Sunday, then Sunday, then Bloody Sunday. On Monday he decided to join the IRA, after his eyes had seen many of his friends killed, one of which, his best friend, her friend of childhood, adolescence and his classmate, shot from behind by a civilian soldier, while he had fallen.
is always the reason why peace never arrives, it's the same reason that Twister decided to fight the Catholics, and is the same reason that drives many young people to blow themselves up in Palestine: The Revenge.
the evening in Amman we have rarely met our teachers, in Belfast could not leave unaccompanied.
where to send your son?
From five in the afternoon we began to hear helicopters and police sirens. The next day found on the street pieces of bottles and stones, which Protestants and Catholics had been launched the previous evening, although the gates that separate the two areas are closed from eight in the evening.
where to send your son?
One evening as we returned on foot from a pub, an old woman came out screaming on the street in pajamas and with a hammer in hand! Maybe he thought we were a group who wanted to bother the other district.
Walking Amman, coming to stores near many people trying to say at least one word in Italian, so to make you feel at home in the outskirts of Belfast was easy for kids to get our attention we shouted profanity, thinking perhaps not to be understood. Now I do not want
All of the herbs a single beam, would end up beyond the other way. In Belfast there are people who think like us (and we've met) who want what we want, who also signed them on the wall, hoping that that wall will soon fall, so that these beautiful and colorful murals change soon subject and that the hand of that Catholic and Protestant that touch soon, and why not, hugging!
uncivil to me is the one who does not hope in all this. Uncivilized's who forcibly enters my house, robbing me of my land, my trees and my dignity, looking at me from top to bottom. This is the incivility.
So WHERE TO SEND YOUR SON?
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