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Copertina 23 "Here - Notes from the Present", number 26, October 2011, "children"
The next issue of “Here”, entitled “children”, will come out by the end of December 2011. It will be the final issue of the review.

Contents: This Is the Last Issue of “Here”, by Massimo Parizzi. Diary pages: “Our son is our reason to panic” (from Uijeongbu, South Korea); “when children go outside at school, they are free to wear a mask and a hat or not” (from Kawagoe, Japan); “to not go back to being a child of the streets ever again” (from San Salvador). Kinshasa, Congo. Child Witches, by Maria Patrizia Salatiello. Persian Lullaby, a poem by Chandra Livia Candiani. Diary pages: “Marta’s concern for Jesus” (from Moscow); “they called me ‘patroncito’, little boss” (from Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia); “daddy, there was teargas and bombs near our school” (from Kampala, Uganda); my reaction to the announcement of bin Laden’s death (by Omar Abdi, born in Somalia). The Lightness of War, an essay by Gianluca Giachery. Diary pages: “It feels strange to write this, but I truly had a great time up in Fukushima” (from Tokyo); “when we walk hand in hand, who is the one leading, really?” (from Palermo, Italy); “Jasmine, also known as Rachele, is nine years old” (from Bologna, Italy). Children in Huaro, Peru, by Silvano Roi. Diary pages: “I paid a visit to Anne Frank’s house” (by Eman Al Nafjan, Saudi Arabia); If God Loses Consciousness, an essay by Marosia Castaldi about Abraham Yehoshua’s The Lover. Diary pages: “Yesterday afternoon, my 4-year-old student decides that his blue blanket is a giant wave” (from Tokyo); “Marta asked if it was possible for a tree to insure itself against a storm” (from Moscow); “it’s mango season” (from Havana). At Five O’Clock the Cicada Stops, a poem by Marina Massenz. Diary pages: “My youngest daughter has ten pillbugs as pets” (from Kawagoe, Japan); “the dragonflies are there” (from Zubiena, Italy); “it’s a strange pride, difficult to explain” (from San Salvador); “I am 14 and I go to a private school in Kabul”; “I had the sensation of flying, a swallow among the swallows” (from Zubiena, Italy).