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He was told: "Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord." Behold, the Lord passed by. There was a strong wind and strong to split the mountains and crushing rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there was fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire there was the murmur of a gentle wind. Like Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood entrance of the cave. And lo, he heard a voice saying: "What are you doing here, Elijah?".

1 Kings 19, 11-13

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back from a short walk in the afternoon I wanted to hastily assemble a few pictures taken while walking. Technical problems have prevented me. But do not lose the good intention of the short film accompanied by a brief commentary used, is the sorry lack of professionalism, a small collage with "archival materials".


The photo was taken Sunday, Jan. 4 in Vicolo del Monte in Montefalco (PG) and the text is a little note written in October (or November?) 2003 which was part of a story, course ever written, which was to have as a central character, an old man. What does? In general, nothing. Specifically, the "close to" must be one of the themes of the story and the center of the fragment below.



Far close was one of those habits that you could never make him lose. It often happens that the Sgambati was going to continue over and unlikely to draw shapes such as those that might draw a fly in his fly bouncing.
Those feet that time had been transformed, between a thick skin and valgus, travel considerable distances ascending and sliding down the small paths in the village that the teacher had meant that they were designed mostly looking for the slope more gentle. Sweetness that does not tire the required step, but slowly, that seemed to soothe any outburst of enthusiasm.
The chance to see magnificent views of the countryside and then the brown-green lands on a day like this, there are many, was not among the concerns of ...

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parties from the royal city we go to visit other important traces of the ancient Persian empire. The first step is Naqsh-e Rostam, where we meet four rock tombs of Achaemenid kings. The last home of the Great King, the big four Greek crosses concave, are unattainable from the ground up on the cliff, close to each other, isolated in the landscape and visible from afar. At ground level, on the wall, were made after other reliefs, in Sassanid era. Among the scenes depicted excels that of the triumph of the Parthian king, Shapur, Valerian the Roman empire, captured and never returned home.
A few miles away we have reached Pasargade. In the interest of the plain look is drawn almost exclusively from the tomb of Cyrus, the founder of the first great empire in history, the enlightened ruler and the Bible is recognized as an instrument of God when he liberated the Jews from Babylonian captivity, the year in which expanded his power even on the Mesopotamian capital. His empire ruled until 313 BC, until, moved by the fury for the universal reign, Alexander the Great, who according to tradition, honoring the grave of Pasargade not land in Asia.
The tomb is on the floor of the elevated plains of the ancient city. The mortal remains of the great emperor are hosted in this work concise. On a terraced pyramid stands the morgue looking for a humble little house, covered with a pitched roof of stone. From below one can see the opening that leads inside, but you can not enter. The humble form, or rather the sober exterior, lets assume that the inside is dark and only a bare room. Solitary, free round stands the tomb. Sublime in the disproportion between the simplicity with which it is expressed and the magnitude with which it is placed on the ground.
E 'famous inscription on the tomb which contains the voice of Cyrus. To carry on a discussion of Mons.Ravasi:

" O man, whoever you are and wherever you come, I am Cyrus, king and lord of many of many kingdoms. Do not envy my earthly power as dust and dust I'm back .


The memory has faded, but the emotion remains intact when, many years ago, the Iranian plateau before me parried the austere and imposing tomb of the Persian Empire Ciro (sixth century BC.), The liberator of the Jews from exile in Babylon. Faced with high steps going up to the monumental burial chamber in the shape of a sarcophagus came to mind the words of the Second Isaiah who wrote: "Thus says the Lord to his anointed, to Cyrus: I've got the right ... I will I have called you by name, I gave you a title though you do not know me ... "(read Isaiah 45.1-8).
Now, in the funeral hall, where lie the remains of Cyrus, were the words that we have translated over and that we would like to briefly meditate. Power, fame, glory and success have faded and become ashes in the silence of the mountains surrounded by quell'altopiano bitter and lonely. Among what will it be a century of memories of us and what we have done? A thought severe and harsh but true, devoted to each of us "anyone, anywhere to be." But for Christians there is a glimmer of light that opens after death and the ashes and is entrusted to the ability of faith to find divine guidance: it leads to the right hand on the "path of life," without " leave it in the grave and let the corruption "(Psalm 16.10 to 11). "

From" Matins "by G. Ravasi 03/06/2005

in the future of the diary This stops here. After that day I stopped on the road to spread these small reports. The rest you see in the video .

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Apart from the problems of over-booking for some of the band's all right to move to Shiraz. After arriving in the evening and after we settled at the hotel we walked along a long driveway to the park of Azadi. It 'Friday, and probably for this reason, the feast day of the Islamic community, the park is packed with people and families gathered on the carpets laid out on the grass to make the picnic.
awakened, as always, curiosity, and you can not pass unnoticed. Clothing and facial features betray us. Many children and young people around us speaking in English. "Hello," "How are you? ", ... M, probably because of his stature, is indisputably the center of attention. He shakes hands left and right and is ill-treated by the application of 12-15 children. We claim Dariush American and he is called, the name is certainly not unknown to the Iranians.
Where we move and follow us even when we go to sit on the terrace of a kiosk that overlooks the lake of the park photographing and filming us. The liveliness of the first spontaneous and nice guys following the hassle of other more "grown-up" that annoyingly buzzing around like flies and tease us like flies. It 'obvious that classical dynamics of the group, the pack. They were single they would not even dare closer if not to exchange greetings of courtesy. Stolen, with a trick of asking to borrow a pack of cigarettes to E. flee. I have not seen the scene but they tell me that soon after a few, seen by a policeman who was passing by, were "fined" by kicking ass.

The next day, Saturday 13, as planned, the visit of Persepolis, Naqsh-e Rostam and Pasargade, the remains of the splendor of the late Persian Achaemenid Empire that emerged from the hands of Cyrus the Great in the sixth century. BC, was dissolved by the passage of Alexander the Great in the fourth century. BC
Punctuality is not a charism of our group: we start too late (I seem to remember to 9.30). The displacements are not fast because we have to stop frequently for roadside checks by police and also because the first time you are wrong road. We are, therefore, to walk among the ruins of Persepolis from 11-11.30 at 15, when the sun is at peak and the ancient city of Darius, an orphan of the covers, gets hot.
The ceremonial city of the Persians is visible down the long road which we travel by bus. Persepolis covers his shoulders with the barren hills and rises above a large basement lithic. At Persepolis is not just arrive, go up. The visitor goes through the first ladder and take part in processions that the dignitaries of the ancient peoples were making submissive to pay tribute to Darius the Great King The walls remained relentlessly repeated images of the subjects that move in unison to meet the king. The effects of the destruction they leave less to read clearly the direction taken by the delegations present for the visitor but is also simply a pleasure to wander disoriented among the ruins of the great palaces.
I finally arrived at the place of origin of that immense capital that I saw in 2003, visiting the Louvre. I remember the great impression I made the sight of quell'appoggio for beam consists of a pair of bulls. His colossal surprised me even more images hoisted above the barrel of a column and the columns by multiplying the reconstruction accompanying the sign didactic who accompanied him. I was much impressed with the Louvre, probably for the novelty of that song, not yet seeing the few vertical columns in Persepolis. In that context those parts occupied a harmonious natural position and the set you used to see what escaped any custom scale. The colossal
tries to evoke reverence and, in our view, a higher view of those who since antiquity have been considered only as opponents of the Greeks.
Passing through the doors of buildings, about 3 feet thick, moving at the foot of huge anthropomorphic carvings. They are of stone and hide the image of the post and lintel to take the shape of a composite wing that rises vertically, horizontally to bend back to earth after a definition of the vacuum passage. The image of these portals is quietly in the minds of the builders to the creation of the iwan (although most bound, of course, Sassanid architecture), when in the great void will fit a wide niche.
Standoci in the middle you are unable to immediately understand the facility space in the city. From the rock tombs of Artaxerxes you can enjoy a great view of the whole, from above, of Persepolis.

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essermelo promised after a while start to publish, in serial form, the video of the summer trip to Iran 2005. In this first part of the arrival in Tehran, and moving south to Shiraz, where you can reach the testimonies of the ancient Achaemenid Empire of Persia: Persepolis, Pasargade ... For the curious
also follows the transcript of the first part of the shabby "diary" written on the road.

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After a delayed start from Fiumicino airport, we managed to get there, oddly enough, in time making the flight to Tehran in about three and a half hours. We land at 18.30 and the only slight unease arises from the queue at passport control in a large room on the ground floor of the terminal. Waiting in line to the known first images of the supreme leader of the Islamic Republic, the late Ayatollah Khomeini and the current Khamenei, who watch.
The spirit of the trip is to reckon with some discomfort the first night but it is devoid. At the airport there is a driver to take a bus with 50 seats for us 19 and brings us to the Hotel Enghelab (revolution), in Taleqani, which with its massive 16-story 4-star eloquent and amazes us. Imagine having to stay in small hotels and instead sleep in a hotel that is probably linked to the period of the glories of the last shah in the mid 70s. From the terrace of room on the 15th floor in the distance we see the mountains that enclose the city skyline and, near the courtyard hotel entrance on the side wall of a building, a large mural by which the two ayatollahs monitor.

the morning in the capital is dedicated to visiting the National Museum and Museum of the adjacent Muslim. The departure does not shine for punctuality. After waking up at 7:30 and the breakfast we agreed to leave at 9.00. Among our indecision on how to reach the museum complex and misunderstanding with five drivers who had to accompany us lose some time. We continued to ask the National Museum in the various Western languages \u200b\u200band we knew we were amazed, strangely enough, no? Who did not understand the international "National Museum". For them it was Iran Bostan and only an indication of the proximity to the square Khomeini us to understand.
The race through the streets of Tehran by taxi is fun frivolous in the eyes of gullible tourists. In fact, the guide is a constant danger for unruly passengers and pedestrians, in particular, that they have no right, no streaks or stripes. Applies the law of the strongest and the poor are stranded near-last and avoided maneuvers by drivers dry.
The National Museum is not great. On display are objects that cover the pre-Islamic period going back to prehistory. Where we move people curious, almost greater than that aroused by the findings. Near the exit a group of students there stops and asks us of our trip also offer advice on where to eat. How much hospitality! The Islamic Museum near
it seemed more interesting (books, miniatures, ceramics, glass, ...). Looking at some Mihrab stucco placed in the rooms is well known, with the eye of an architect, two variations on the same type. The image is that of the portal 's iwan. In the two forms is the same the presence of the external frame is not conceived as a union of two piers and a lintel but as a continuous band. In the first type (perhaps the oldest), the portal itself inside the niche is given by two columns supporting two nuts (usually with a figure star above) which rests directly above the arc. In the other type is a simple continuous line that draws the whole profile of the lateral and vertical parts of the arc.

From museums we walked towards the building of Golestan. The building of cagiara age, extends down around a large courtyard. Unfortunately the wheels of government buildings around the crush. The building surrounds a large garden with pools of water. The garden is the center of the complex. The buildings are of a great impression. Walking through the rooms once we entered the real contact for the first time with an example of cagiara. I was skeptical about the aesthetic of the complex may because it is presented by Lonely Planet as an example of the excesses cagiari. Me pictured as a jumble of useless gaudy glitz and shown to conceal a poverty ideational. I've been wrong a little.
The building exhibits its opulence, especially in the throne room of marble. This room is not particularly great, overlooking the garden mo 'to lodge with a completely open front, unfortunately capped by an ugly white cloth. From this high loggia raised the Shah, perhaps arrogant and conceited, seated on the dais of the throne of alabaster, stands and enjoyed the garden at his feet.
The interior decoration is solved by a complex system of small mirrors and slides that cover the walls. (More forward look at how this decoration was originally a solution used for the mausoleum).

eaten a quick meal you run, literally, by taxi to the airport for flight to Shiraz. The driving is what makes me more nervous in Iran. While they conceded that, on average, drivers can be good drivers can not stand the effrontery with which they throw, dodging pedestrians, defying every rule of prudence. People crossing the road is only a hindrance and should be his and only his concern to avoid being taken down.