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Un cappello pieno di ciliege

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Oriana Fallaci
Oriana Fallaci

Oriana Fallaci (June 29, 1930 – September 15, 2006) was an Italian journalist and author, renowned for her aggressive and incisive interviewing style. Born in Florence, she fought in the Italian resistance during World War II before becoming a journalist. She interviewed numerous world leaders, including Deng Xiaoping, Henry Kissinger, and Yasser Arafat, often challenging them with tough questions. Her works, such as 'Interview with History' and 'The Rage and the Pride,' have left a lasting impact. Fallaci died of cancer in Florence, but her fearless spirit continues to inspire journalists globally. more

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“It’s A New Day! The light of a new day breaks through my window. Sunlight washes over me, and a soft wind billows the curtains, brushing them against my face. I gather the fabric in my hands, holding it like a flag raised to greet the morning. I linger there for a moment, until a dull throbbing in my temples reminds me of a night with too little sleep. I move slowly back to my bed, cradling my head in my hands. *Why only twenty-four hours?* The question arises automatically, and just as quickly, I remember the counsel I’ve been given: to seek more is a symptom of stress, a lack of trust in the time I’ve already been given. *What’s on the agenda today?* I ask myself, almost by rote. Instantly, my mind lurches into gear, racing through a mental catalog of appointments and obligations. The sheer weight of it all overwhelms me, and the headache returns with a vengeance. As I press my palms to my temples, the unfinished tasks and failures from yesterday come rushing back. The pain sharpens, forcing me to sit on the edge of the bed, unsteady. How long will I be held hostage by yesterday and paralyzed by tomorrow? I lie back, my gaze fixed on the blank expanse of the ceiling. I consciously tune it all out, making the effort to turn my heart toward my Father. Slowly, then surely, I find a quiet solace in His presence. From that peace, I draw the strength to learn from yesterday without being chained to it. In that stillness, my perspective shifts. Today—this single, present day—emerges as the only currency I have. It is the only space in which I can choose joy, and the only time I have to deploy my unique gifts upon a world that is waiting. It’s a new day; I am poised to take maximum advantage of it.”

“L'imbecillità, si noti, non è né di destra né di sinistra. Vale per gli imbecilli ciò che scriveva il grande storico Carlo M. Cipolla nel suo intramontabile saggio intitolato "Le leggi fondamentali della stupidità umana": ovvero che gli stupidi si distribuiscono in modo uniforme in tutta la società, senza distinzioni di titolo scolastico, di professione o di reddito. Quindi anche l'imbecille si distribuisce equamente di qua e di là. Magari quelli di destra sono un po' più determinati e sbrigativi ma, se è per questo, quelli di sinistra sono assai più convinti delle proprie idee e, soprattutto, vorrebbero pure convincerti della superiore civiltà e del rigore morale dell'imbecille progressista.”