Although not a believer, I love the Christmas party appearance with anxiety. Each year brings me the same gift, but every year we discover something new. The gift is its own story: the story of the birth of a child, whose parents escaped from a cruel regime. A story that if it were true it would seem to reflect written for many Italians and the Berlusconi government, Northern League in the head. HISTORY from which are the cornerstones of our society: respect and care for others, especially when it is poor, needy, deprived of resources. And in everyone, even the most humble and can hide other than the Son of God, a genius, a good man. On December 25 of each year I try a taste of inexpressible, a feeling of refreshment and renewal, affected in this story and discover the other meanings. Each year has a different impact with our lives. This year, comes as some people call "illegal" foreigners poorest and most studied systems and tricks to reject them and deny them the slightest help. It comes as Bethlehem, the town where Jesus was born is dying, suffocated by a harsh military occupation and a massive wall. While the inhabitants, all its inhabitants, including children, elderly, disabled, pregnant women living in an open prison. Like every year we hope that this distance decreases. And everyone will water it, you refreshment, rehearsing a renewal of the Christmas story. Merry Christmas. William
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