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SAIC, for example the Japanese

While Japan is shaken by earthquake-tsunami disaster-atomic, the example of an old Monaco explains the composure of the sons of the Rising Sun.

They wanted us a gift, the monks of Mount Hiei, and have hit the mark. After the morning prayer, we move away from the east of the temples (To-do) to get closer to the West (Sai-tō), perhaps the one less traveled by tourists, but in the more full of meaning for the monks of Mount Hiei . After a walk under umbrellas, surrounded by high forest, along a path and accompanied by antique lamps of stone, we reach the Temple of the Pure Land, Jodo in, surrounded by a beautiful garden of gravel combed spiral, the place where he was buried founder of Tendai Buddhism, nell'822. Saicho Dengyo Daishi wanted to leave this land, among the holy saints. The Monaco who now lives here, is called Jishin, and must comply strictly with all the hard ascetic precepts taken by the founder. It is no coincidence that this is where they face 12 years of isolation practice their penance. When you step on the spot, a melody comes to our ears tantric through the cracks of a wooden temple: is the voice of the monks who can not be seen, the boldest. The Monaco

who live here, and that makes us by Cicero in his brief visit, I am closer to a sort of wooden barrel. The uncover. Inside, on a bed of uniform sand, a path is traced partly burned, some still amber. It is incense. "I turn on every morning at three, and must remain on until three in the next day, ie 24 hours at a time. It is also a challenge to show what life is all about the spiritual. "

Returning to the parking lot, I find other temples hidden in the woods. In particular, I see it a couple the same, They are joined by a covered walkway, I explain, the Nina-Sun, classrooms for practical exercises on the Lotus Sutra and Pure Land, which are also taught jointly. And here's the Tsubaki-Sun, small, old, pretty and perfect size. And further up the vast Shaka-Do. Let us finally

before a large statue of SAIC, that our smiling guide will take us to see. Before that, here is a large white circular tank in which, on March 16, the day of prayer for peace, are burned all the prayers written on scraps of paper that people deposits rose during the year around the temples of Mount Hiei .

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Novara, the dome almost discordant

It is more of the Piedmont city because of its undertakings football team in Serie B. Visit for a delayed departure from Malpensa, 2008.

There are cities - worldwide best known and least known - of which the town is dominated by a building, a tower, a tower or a mountain, a peak, a valley. An element, which synthesizes and summarizes, or maybe flatten the rest of the city. Consider, for example, at Chartres Cathedral, visible from any backwater to a radius of several tens of kilometers. Consider, again, the Sugar Loaf in Rio de Janeiro, velvety rock chlorophyll, disturbing and reassuring presence at the same time, omnipresent. Consider, finally, in Varanasi, the spiritual capital of India, swallowed up by the presence of the "mother of all rivers, the Ganges mysterious.

Novara "is" the dome of the Basilica of San Gaudenzio Antonelli. Tall, slender, almost discordant in the relationship between height and width, however bold. Curious history of this place of worship, built from 1577 and designed by Pellegrino Tibaldi (with bell Benedetto Alfieri), would, with its unusual decoration for the time, be somehow the symbol of artistic effervescence the Baroque era. And he became, but not only one style in particular in the era of Napoleon's penetration in the Po Valley, became the refuge, the repository of works of art saved from the destruction of monuments razed to make way for new, so-called new. And continuous additions to the Renaissance basilica of the patron saint ended up making a real museum of the people and the entire city.

Until the nineteenth century erupted in the lives of Novara and integration of the Kingdom of Savoy - and then to that of Italy - urged administrators to redesign the entire city in depth, sometimes with the unfortunate demolition of churches, walls and buildings. But without doubt commendable initiatives not lacking, such as its building of the dome of the Basilica of San Gaudenzio, headed by the great architect Alessandro Antonelli. Who spent the last 44 years of his life, from 1844 to 1888, working on the project and its implementation, in parallel to the building of the Mole Antonelliana. Overlap, in fact, obvious structural problems in financial shortages, el'avversità of much of the population. But the long gestation allowed the Novara to get used to the daring structure, even reaching to affezionarvisi. So today Novara "is" the dome Antonelli, no ifs, ands or buts.

Walk the streets of the old town on a Saturday cold but sunny. Novara is a big village, more than a small city. The people know each other, greet each other, gossip wander around the pedestrian streets, the windows peeping while the children skate in an ice rink and the old marquee party conversation on the benches of the government crisis and battered around the old castle. In the courtyard of Broletto - X and XI centuries - a fine example of medieval civic architecture, and rouged young mothers walking their technological frugoletti man treating them like princes. A city gratified, "bourgeois" that more can not be rich or even wealthy. Antonelli and reassured by the soaring dome, that rises every time turns a corner, as if to say to Novara that the world changes and renews itself, of course, but with caution and slowly, very slowly. Climbed the steps to the dome - like all bold - view of the placid, sleepy town seems to say that the world does not change, is always equal to itself.

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72. What is important?

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heard a Zen master who addressed him thus Monaco:
"What's important in life? You owe me an answer!"
The teacher knew that these questions fade away when you live with full awareness of this, when you feel the importance of every detail as an inseparable part of the whole. To understand everything with immediacy to Monaco, having noticed a stray dog \u200b\u200bwho was passing by chance in the courtyard of the monastery, he replied thus:
"It is important that the dog is moving in the yard!" The Monaco
not attained enlightenment, he shook his head and walked away with discomfort.
As he crossed the courtyard was attacked with unexplained ferocity by stray dog, which bit him causing him several injuries.

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Journey to the Holy Land / 9
In the Gaza Strip, an open-air prison, returns half of locomotion of the past.

it normally is a presence in Gaza and the Strip is one of the donkeys and mules. There are everywhere, is the only system where the price of renting rooms by the day. In some streets of Gaza City on their driving was even banned, not to obstruct traffic, however intense these days ever. The car fell in a bad way, it is incoherent to say the least. It is rare to see a car with the windshield intact: that of our taxi has three bullet holes ... The gas that comes from Egypt is cheap, but it's bad, that Israel is dear, more than in Italy, although its quality is good.

activities in Gaza are very poor and limited, and you just hold on goods coming from the tunnels to Egypt, in Rafah area. The shops seem idle, inevitably there are people sitting outside the gate waiting for hypothetical customers who have little or nothing to spend. In

city tour we approach the border with Israel, south of Erez. The area experiencing, one of the hardest hit by the Israeli offensive in 2008, fell ill. There is no house that does not preserve traces of the attack: the beads of the impacts of the bullets still make an impression. At the end of the quarter, already in the open country - a land green and fertile, but neglected as a few - there is what they call the "graveyard of the martyrs," actually one of the cemeteries in Gaza in which they were buried many of the thousand deaths of the Israeli attack. Then factories and warehouses, donkeys and sheep, neglect and carelessness. Piles of scrap and rubble, cement silos, which are the raw material in their destruction: "We live only with the spirit of God," the taxi driver tells me, trying to overcome a depression in the ground filled with rainwater, yesterday morning fall very profusely.

The desolation of the fields at Erez is frightening: piles of debris or earth, trees left without care, cultivation summary ... carts pulled by donkeys and mules, women bent on some pile of brushwood, homes never finished, in any case never plastered. Then the long tunnel of humiliation. Dust is everywhere, the pen that glides on the pages of my notebook creaks.