Italy. Living in the red zone. The Chinese lesson and how to prevent the spreading.


Today I’m leaving my italian usual newspaper’s readers to speak to my friends on the other side of the Pond. As the spreading of the COVID19 is moving West from China, to Europe, to the USA. We, in Italy have just learned that the whole Country has become since today, March the 10th a RED ZONE. What does it really means to be a RED ZONE?

LIMITED MOVEMENTS

I live just half an hour drive from Venice, to the North East. My town is small, 5300 souls. We are well located in the very middle of the VENETO REGION, on of the most industrial, and industrious regions of Italy, known as the “Locomotive” for the economic system in Italy. In two hours I could drive to the DOLOMITES to ski in the Winter, or to hike or climb in the Summer. In one hour I can be sitting on the sandy beaches of the Adriatic Sea, or visiting a FLOATING MUSEUM called VENICE in about half an hour, either by train or by car. Today, as my hometown of CODOGNE’ in the province of TREVISO becomes as any other city, town or village in the Country, a RED ZONE, I can only move by car inside my town and its city limits. If the place where I work is situated outside these limits, I must fill out a self certification paper stating that I live here but I work there. Failing to have such a piece of paper could result into a 200 Euros fine and up to three months in prison.

STOP TO PUBLIC GATHERINGS

The virus’threath has been with us in Italy now for three weeks. If one thing we have learned for sure is that : THE COVID19 spreads by the “spray” that we do not see but we produce when talking with someone. This spray is effective within one meter. FIRST RULE: Stay away from the person you are talking with at least ONE METER. Two meters (six feet) is even better. To calculate the distance aproximately, extend your arm in front of you. The person you are talking to, or sitting at your table, should be past your finger tips.

HOW TO AVOID BEING INFECTED

The VIRUS that is now killing 3 out of one hundred patients who are infected, loves to jump from one person to the other via these TWO WAYS: Your mouth, your nose, and there is a third one, less effective, YOUR EYES. It has been asserted that a person, without even thinking about it, touches her/his mouth up to four times an hour. That is the main reason why they keep telling us :WASH YOUR HANDS OFTEN AND VERY WELL (for at least 20 seconds). We shake hands, we touch food and goods at the supermarket, handrails everywhere, from train stations to buses can host the VIRUS easily up to TWELVE HOURS. So, if you move around in a large or small town, you should wash your hands as often as you can. (I use very hot water, but that is my personal choice).

That is the reason why a ZONE becomes RED. We must not give the VIRUS a place to jump to. SCHOOLS at all levels are closed (we have just entered the third week), so are public gatherings of all kinds, including sports events, discoteques and pubs, religious ceremonies,weddings, funerals, libraries, gym, swimming pools, restaurants and bar have limited openings (up to 6 PM. After that only TAKE OUT FOOD is allowed). The NAME OF THE GAME is (#IoRestoACasa) “I’m staying home”.

LESSONS FROM CHINA

Italy’s HEALTH SYSTEM provides FREE MEDICAL CARE TO ALL. In VENETO we have developed thanks to our Governor LUCA ZAIA one of the best systems in Europe. Today, we are facing one of our greatest challanges ever the COVID-19. What we know from the chinese experience is that the VIRUS has a PEAK and then it starts going down, and eventually disappear

Online Newspaper opens to everyone


 

So your dream was  to be a journalist? Dream no more, here is your chance. This Facebook group is a “virtual newspaper ” where everyone is made administrator upon entering his/her subscription, thus making the member a “virtual editor” of this first online newspaper for GOOD NEWS ONLY.

The number one requirement is to write only POSITIVE NEWS .

The other rules are:

NO POLITICS

NO PUBLICITY _ SPAM_

NO ADULT CONTENT

Anyone who will not obey the rules will be sent a personal e-mail  and if content is not removed he will be asked to leave the group.

The idea of this “newspaper” came to me from the urge of having a  virtual place where one can rest his/her mind reading positive news and links. Also to have a content that is friendly to the younger readers without worrying for adult content ( as a parent I value this as something really important) so that even the young members of Facebook can interact with the “journal” without having to worry about bad content.

The languages used is English, Italian and Italian’s dialect, for the group was founded here by me in Italy.

Welcome to all. Join today. It’s absolutely FREE

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/group.php?gid=110274095650810&ref=nf

The bike accident (from my book my adventurous,wonderful life)


TURN YOUR FACE TO THE SUN AND THE SHADOW FALLS BEHIND YOU- Maori Proverb

I finally decided to write my book today because it’s Frebruary the 29th…I thought that if i died today they’ll celebrate my anniversary once every four years.
                              CHAPTER ONE
Hey Dude, can you pick me up at the Memorial Hospital?

What happened..are you ok?

I’m ok…how long?

about twenty minutes…you mean the one on Hollywood Boulevard?

C’mon Dude…do you know of any other Memorial Hospital in Hollywood?

No…

Dude…. wake up and smell the coffee…are you a cab driver or not?

Oh…sorry dude…I’ll get there in a flash..

I have a hard time remembering the Dude’s name. We all called him Dude because he used to put that word on his sentences as if it was a comma…so to everyone he was the “Dude”.

All the cab drivers in Broward County knew who he was, and kept away from him. He was a boat’s capitain, an helicopter’s pilot, a champion surfer… a perfect compulsive liar.
He just couldn’ help lying on anything…it was so obvious and imbarassing, but he wasn’t a bad person he had a hart and that was very hard to find in 1997 driving a taxi in Fort Lauderdale.
I “picked him up” from Hollywood Beach one day, almost wasted from the various joints he had smoked even if it was before lunch.. he was going to get busted soon or later by selling bags of pot on the beach so i told him he could drive a cab and make an honest living.

He accepted and I spoke to Mike, our supervisor. He got a cab a week later and I had a “Dude” living with me.

The good part was that I was never at home. I was living at 1536 Fletcher street at that time and the year was 1997. The neighbour was friendly and safe back then and  the rent was only 280 a month.

I was single, happily single in a region that had more girls willing to give it away than palms,so i wasn’t even thinking about getting married,start a family and such.
Before the Dude moved in with me I was living only with the “Girl” a 12 year old black Labrador that I adopted from my landlady when she decided to get her 12 year old son a “new dog because that one was blind”. I’ll talk about the “Girl” later though.
What happened Dude?
I fell from my bike and broke my arm
Where?
Near Pier 21 in Port Everglades… I went over the railroad tracks and the front wheel got stuck in the rail..flipping me airborne..when  I landed on top of my hand I felt the pain, someone took me to the hospital an here I am.
Holy Shit..that must have hurt.
Still does..can you take me home now?
Sure…but   how are you going todrive a cab now?
Good question Dude  good question…I’ll think about that tomorrow  now i just want to get some sleep.

I let my thoughts wandering about as we were driving South on US1 as i was unusually seated in the passenger’s seat of a taxi.
Ten years…i thought…ten years I have been driving a cab…how many people..
It was like going to the movies for me, getting behind the wheel early in the morning,trying to catch longer rides to MIA the airport in Miami. I was eager to see what kind of “Humanity” would have show in my back seat.
Most of my passengers talked about their problems to me as if I was some kind of priest listening to their confessions. They knew chances to see me again were slim, so they opened up and talked, asked, cried, laughed,offered grass, cocaine or sex in exchange for a ride..
(continues…)