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WASTE AND UTOPIA

My response to the Waste Article about Adria Gauna, released a few days ago on the blog Left of Ecology and Freedom .

I'll be naively limited. Though
has a few years older than you, I learned little from the events of the landfill Podere Rota, I passed over the shoulders tons and tons of waste. I was taken to the "bottoms" along with all those "poor peasants" by the various parties have occurred over time: all good to sell utopia!
Something, however, I learned, too: the utopia is not the end game of who wants to get to anything, I learned it on my skin. And I want to emphasize in particular that I learned from all the Environmental Associations that at the time of the implementation of the landfill made people believe that this was the "City of the Sun."
expect explanations from them for years.
I will be limited too naively, but I many difficulties in understanding your behavior.
The motion submitted by you to the last dive, as your usual, was not an exclusive work of Left Ecology and freedom, but the result of collaboration and commitment of the part of advisers PD, not mine. From this work, the directors and members of the PD were trying to draft a motion along with other directors the majority of the municipalities bordering the landfill to reach achievable goals immediately and establish milestones for the future.
If you really want explanations from those who "are undoubtedly less limited than you" believe we need to address the problems within the appropriate fora and not just on blogs and facebook.
What are the appropriate forums? For example, the City Council, but first we must discuss and dialogue within the parties, within the councils of the majority.

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Klausenpasshöhe

A simple road sign ...

Green says Offen / ouvert / open / open ... The incessant rain is with us from Andermatt.
the first edition of 'STM did not receive the mercy of the weather but I was hoping that I'm in shape and load as never before, my tires would also suffer from these conditions and instead turn out to be excellent Qualifier RR intense rain tires.

The company will not miss me, but right now I just feel like never before, only with my Japanese princess. The difficult conditions serve only to aggravate the senses and is in keeping with my bike so we can have the sensitivity needed to drive in the wet.

The Glarus Alps are invisible under a blanket of gray clouds from the deep, and all I have left behind the past is not to be taken more into account. The concentration is total, and this allows me to drive in an unusually effective. They are the hare, but my way up the task so mediocre minimal concern of friends who follow me. In this I was really bad and selfish but the "frenzy" of curves overwhelmed me as I've hard in recent years with Hime.

The road is wet more and more, visibility less and less, with increasing altitude I have to cling to the depths of my memory follow a path so loved.
The ribbon of asphalt is reduced in width curves become more narrow, the forest gives way to bare rock, the guard rail give way to simple balustrades anorexic and I know that beyond this there is a slight protection of deep grass and rock water.

The road slips into a cloud spewing heavy rain per meter path, the asphalt can not handle all this water, winding and treacherous streams meander in all directions making it difficult to keep me in the task of physical feet.

A ledge is a springboard for an impromptu waterfall thank God that ends its fall just beyond the site Street. The fact that everything is muffled and a little confused by contours net makes the scene even more surreal.

Right, left, from the gas, off the last km up to the Pass and go to the shelter alone, and glares at the arrival of a friend makes me suspect that maybe I exaggerated a tantinello.
The parking lot of the shelter is almost invisible and to ensure that others do not go "long" parking Hime safe and do the flight controller of the situation.
At the end we all come and take refuge in the warm and refresh yourself with something hot.

The benefits of thinning down of the clouds, so as to be quicker and less tiresome. The first hairpin
give way to one of the largest plateaus of Switzerland, a bright green hue that the Swiss patent should, I've never seen anything like it elsewhere.

The tortuous path through the woods a few years ago that takes a different meaning at dusk in the rain, and see Stè take off the front allows me to relax just enough to fully enjoy the scenery and not think too much driving .
Linthal appears after the last of the bends in porphyry, expect the others ....

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2478 m. ü. M.

In fact it is reduced to a mere cipher, that Meter über Meer (meters above sea level our altitude), which defines its height, its majestic be impressive.

The protagonist of these lines is the Nufenenpass (Nufenen in Italian).
place so magical it is not easy to describe, especially for a motorcyclist in the DNA.
so I decided that its pomposity should be expressed in a simple and immediate, at least in the title.

First Sunday in October, very uncertain time, but something tells me that I must go in box of Hime, her the usual pat on the tank and leave together.


Transfer to reach Airolo is just boring motorway under a leaden sky.
Jupiter pluvio decided, despite the low clouds, not to open the floodgates of heaven.
least until the exit from the highway ....


I do not believe, as the entrance Bedrettotal a dense fog rain begins to fall and more than 2478 meters to the continuation of the step the road is wet.


Nevertheless the Dunlop Roadsmart do very well the work for which it was designed and 100/110 km / h on the speedometer bland dance with rhythm.


Everything around me is bright and shiny, green meadows, the black ribbon of asphalt, the red roofs of villages Bedretto and water. Ticino here is just a stream, but under the rain of recent days and the first snowfall in a hurry to get to the valley ..


The road climbs ever, the curves become more narrow, the larch forest gives way to low vegetation.
more the percentage increases and more low clouds make the outline of my surroundings blurred, becoming completely indistinguishable if not a few feet in front of me.


What a shame I was hoping for an improvement in the forecast to move north and my hand ...
While amusing touches my thoughts about the weather here is that the magic takes place: the same
feeling when a plane took off with the bad weather passes through the clouds to meet in full sun, so Hime seems to literally break through the thick blanket of clouds for a ribbon of asphalt completely dry.


sure that the sun is still there but small splashes of blue can be glimpsed to the north.
I stop at the first bend valley view ...
what my eyes see is difficult to describe, it seems that the street is engulfed by a swirling mass of milky and hungry.


Weather Nufenen like I missed here on, I had tried almost everything but this leaves me with stucco ..
My pace increases as the roar of Hime, the melody of his aspiration to become angry and grim, as I observe the small trapezoids and digital instrumentation to splash over 10,000 rpm.

In less than no time we're on top, the cartel is already a memory and my only companions are two bikes without the shelter and The Swiss postal direct to Andermatt, he stopped.


So my descent is pressing, at every turn more and more daring and then back on myths advice when strips of melted snow across the roadway at the point of maximum bending.


The sky is becoming increasingly clear, the blue becomes predominant and the sun finally warms my limbs are cold.


Ulrichen appears to me in the valley bathed in sunshine and in a few minutes of dance between a curve and the other is in the valley in the Valais district Goms.


Here I go .....


To other wonders in Switzerland.