we had been in Athens, the Stoa, talking ... He returns home at night, turn on the TV or look at the newspaper took the morning and you have not yet had time to browse, or turn on the radio in the car on the way back, and the news that makes me more and more crap see and feel is always there ...
I love sports, I think he can really have an educational value, and since childhood I have loved the Olympics, the sporting event par excellence.
But most of all I loved the stories of men and women who participated, those who arrived on the roof of the world after difficult times, after the troubled lives after the events that you're just hearing the crying. Are those things that make you dream, and, perhaps foolishly, you're saying "Damn, was a person like others, perhaps even more unfortunate, and look where it has come ...".
Think Jesse Owens, an African American who at the 1936 Olympics in Berlin, under the eyes of the Fuhrer, he won four gold medals. Ana Fidelia Quirot, after the fear of dying and the pain of a lost child found the strength to win the silver medal in Atlanta. And think of all those which you may not know the story, so just being there is the dream of a life ...
And now?
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Now we go to Beijing, or Beijing, with a torch, a symbol of the spirit and values, which has become the target of hate against the Chinese repression in Tibet.
You go, following the economic and political power plays in a nation that is growing by grinding the flesh of their children, without thinking too much.
You go to a country that has nothing to do with the Olympic spirit really a dick. It goes like
in 1996, where to celebrate the 100 years it was decided to follow the portfolio (Coca-Cola in Atlanta) rather than the heart and common sense (Athens, birthplace of the Olympics).
So, slowly, with the torch at the head of the caravan, we go ...
Yeah, Fuck you!
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