Of swine do not throw anything away.
reality, as often happens, beyond all imagination, and is much less tiring because we should get there to think about this and that, the reality is already there and just sit down in front and watch (and, mostly, it's better to look at her sitting 'is true because, as they say in Oxford Circle puns and jokes that I attend, "the reality is that a middle-aged lady turns spinning a stake in looking for someone to bugger ").
then newspapers and all the information in general is, at present, the biggest story of fictional existing training. where you find something that mixes horror so wisely, history, science fiction, cosmology, action, love, horoscope Fox, viruses, anything?
I still have to read a book like that.
last novel La Stampa Italian, tells the story of a mysterious flu virus whose name, H1 N1, remember the formula of some mad scientist in the Nazi attempt to create the perfect soldier by mixing genes of Aryan (purity), toro (the power), pork (adaptability to eat the shit), Negro (in great secrecy, for the fucking long), and a drizzle of lavender (for the good smell). this virus gets out of hand to someone in mexico like Cassandra Crossing, the 1976 fantasy film where there is also cleared Loren Hollywood (ie, the one with the boobs only discovered 10%) which is on a train and the train c ' is a guy run away with him a very dangerous virus and the guy makes great faces of the type that runs cagarella virus and running free for the train and almost all of them face-cagarella and die by train crashed into it in '76 in Hollywood went to the finals where the fuck you do not save anyone, and if even one was trying to kill him to save the manufacturer with his bare hands.
hours this virus is making the EU as a supporter of U2 on tour and it is these days in Italy. and, as is normal, the local television RAI 1 and RAI 2 as we march with the great alarmist and sensationalist headlines according to the usual formulas of English journalism: that is, before you shoot the Executioner headlines for a Judas to terrorize the Most elderly people and parents and give him instructions on how to physically eliminate anyone to sneeze a radius of 5 meters, then correcting the seeking expert opinion (for example, you are a journalist at RAI? know why and how you were put there, no? editor-in-your boss asks you for a service on a virus? good , is a thing of medicine, no? takes the advice of a doctor, get it? maybe a good one, your mom took care of so well last summer but have a code of ethics, right? then call 118 and let the two little questions doctor, as they always know everything. or do you spend a few stretchers, they really know everything. and the service is good and done).
way, through reading this compelling post-modern novel, I realized that:
the virus is transmitted only between subjects breathing;
the virus is like a flu that incubates in a few days ago and then you burst oozing blood and make you collapse the lungs, kidneys, heart, chest, spine, skull, pylorus, foreskin;
However, if taken in time, with a standard treatment based on the foreskin save him paracetamol (also strangely in females there is the rescue of the prepuce);
the virus does not seem to take root in people between 95 and 115 years, the virus unfortunately
Bono to take root.
parentheses. I've had the virus but fortunately I got it in time and if I move a bit 'on the right chest and a kindly puts his right eye in the hollow of the eye, I can proud to observe my foreskin.