The current houses are very large and with many. How much energy is needed to heat and illuminate them. Humans have created shelters that absorb a lot of energy. Sometimes in such large houses we find people, so why live in so much space and say we are ecologists or vegans or animal rights if we then use a lot of energy for our lives? The energy that we use to heat our homes, to light up and to cook is the same energy that pollutes the environment. I believe few of you have solar or photovoltaic panels in your homes. So gas or methane, light or electricity for your used appliances and for the kitchen.
I haven't ironed for 15 years and yet I dress normally, fold the laundry, dry it in the garage or cellar in winter, and in the sun in the garden in summer. I only sew with needle and thread, I don't use a cutting machine. I only cook once a day and in the summer I don't cook every day. I put the kitchen waste in the compost and become fertilizer for the plants in the garden. This winter I wanted to create a small greenhouse in the garage. Since I don't have any cars in the garage, I thought I'd fill some drums, recycled, with the earth and plant beans and potatoes. Why don't you do it too? We often have unused space and can grow simple things like legumes and potatoes.
Legumes can be stored for a long time, even years, and do not need brine or anything else to preserve them but only tightly closed cloth bags. So you can keep them as supplies and they are a food that is very good for your health.
Everything seems to be made of polystyrene. Dreams, reality, politics and life, there is no longer anything solid in this damn world. Everything is easily destructible, corruptible and flexible, everything gives way to a minimum of pressure. By now man has become of polystyrene and everything created by himself, something that visually seems stable, but really is not, something that serves to pack the fragile (sensitive) part of man himself, but which really does not ensures “non-destruction”. It is that we live dealing with the external part of things, without taking care of the substance, this goes from politics understood as the “art of governing a state” from the Greek, to the citizen (from the etymology of the word politics); therefore it is from a group of people up to the individual who live regardless of what is really present inside things. We are the myth of the cave, we deal too much with shadows, and too little with reality. Everything around me smells of something tasteless, monochromatic and pseudo-plastic, therefore polystyrene, which is the most insignificant thing in the package, but the one that holds everything together. This “polystyrene” in reality holds only the lies together, and holds the houses without any foundations. We are convinced that we live in something solid, which actually does not exist, we are dreaming, this is what we are doing.
Anger. Here’s what I feel. With all the fucking strength in my body, all I feel is anger. I can’t say why I’m so angry, but I can say that I’m afraid of losing the people I care about, I’m afraid of suffering again, I’m afraid of living well, I’m afraid of being stupid and crazy. Maybe this makes me anxious, maybe this makes me fucking pissed off. To calm myself down on the days when I think I’m freaking out I try to think of a word, I repeat in my mind only that one until I feel I have repeated it enough, because the mind is mine and there is nothing that can hurt me, it is not there. ‘it’s nothing that makes me feel uncomfortable, it’s just me and myself. Anger because I can’t have a solution for every problem. Anger for a child that I always see sad. Anger for all men who do harm. Anger for all mothers who harm their children. I can’t stop them. I cannot act. This makes me panic. I hate not being able to act, not being able to solve the situation, I hate not being able to save a child.
Yesterday’s awakening was a bad awakening for Mattia’s young farm … Millions of dead bees and broken houses. An entire apiary destroyed by someone who took it out on defenseless animals, killing them, crushing them or freezing them from the pouring rain. It took months, perhaps years of care and work to prepare the bees in strength and health for the spring harvest, which was nullified overnight. This serious damage in the first days of flowering of the acacia will not be easily overcome, especially in this complex phase. Despite so much pain and discomfort, we need to find the strength not to give up and try to start again. Thanks to those who are expressing their solidarity with messages of support and those who want to concretely demonstrate it with a donation:
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