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A Success ... 31 members!

31 members for a fantastic race in a landscape unique in the world. The Circolo Vela

Talamone this year can boast of having the ministry among his friends and we Ministar, we can not only confirm this friendship with a club that welcomed us last year and this year it does and still in style!

But what about the ministry? Well a start of the season so great for dusting the Mini 650 class was perhaps not so imaginable, and instead it demonstrates and confirms the viability of this class, which was contaminated when you are unlikely to detach.

They call it "minite", a disease that has no antidote or recipes that allow it to pass. The reasons of infection may be different, adventure, the idea of \u200b\u200bthe ocean, the small boat and large waves, the sacrifices and efforts, the simplicity of human Skipper, the dream of crossing the ocean, or to sum up the whole; Esprit
the Mini that has always distinguished this class!

E-Class 650 Mini Italian is still proving a unique and first in the Mediterranean, another ringing success with a participation of so many enriched by Skipper britannci, French, English.

only class in the Oceanic Federvela can make a boast.

Returning to the race course is beautiful, the tour of the Tuscan Archipelago will give the safe Crew emotions, scents of the islands when you are downwind dawn invade your senses, a mix of thyme rosemary, olive and moist earth, the maquis of the Med that we know well there drunk leaving a wisp of sadness seeing the islands on the starboard side and pull the left without we can arrive, but will be there in that context you satisfy a lot.

The race in past years has been fast enough, will put the Crew ahead of tactics which will probably only local-favored, but the starters are well matched and there are people with no experience recently.

The boats are coming in dribs and drabs, strong winds from the south in recent days have affected the transfers to Talamone, others are coming by road or by forklift truck and will soon be filled docks. All

an invitation to visit us ... when the piers are teeming with people you can appreciate the "Spirit Mini" and the boats are an attraction for solutions and innovations. A

fans Talamone See you!

yourvoice @ oceanitalia

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The musician

The train was about to leave the "big station" Termini and passenger systems, each digging and placing their own "niche" that would serve for the duration of their trip to defend themselves from others, or to try to weave a mundane relationship, so vague and tenuous that it would then melted like snow in the sun, in a flash of time, finished the trip and the need to make a solitude.

few come by train to live, not needed, as most of us passes on a bus, hiding behind the headphones of the iPod, or on the pages of a book or behind the screen of the laptop, someone tries to they see others as human, just like him, but few last Mohicans, scattered on the carriages of our country as a dying breed.

The boy, perhaps as early man, about 35, had his beard a bit 'long, not unkempt, but wanted the CIS, it was clear, gave him an attractive appearance, a bit' as an actor in some TV dramas, is brought a trolley like almost all the trains, but on the shoulders (in the case betrayed the object) also had a guitar. While

settles in at an angle to my place, the guitar and he fell to the ground, uttering expletives so low, but evident from his facial expression, picked it up and managed to find a safe place on the rack above his seat.

He sat by the window and disappeared from the scene, for now, returning to the mass of passengers "lined up and covered" the Frecciarossa about to embark on the mad dash to the Roman countryside, burning times and to act quickly to all of us .

Just when the conductor was about to blow the whistle, a woman arrived breathless, he had run, are often quite out of breath, but recovered quickly, placed the bag next to the best guitar, left abandoned on the seat beside the boy and finally calmed down as the train moved slowly, at the start. The train

left Rome, and while the campaign was beginning to pull out of the windows, somehow the two began to talk, perhaps because he read a few score, and she spoke of a daughter who was studying music ... I do not know, but I heard it in passing.

The words reached me anyway, I was careful about what I read, not too badavo them, but I was curious about the scene. I did not know if it was he who was attacking and trying to talk to the gallant, or simply if they were talking and she just tried to calm exchange of words, as happens every day all of us.

I read and felt at one meter distance that the dialogue continued, and felt that he, the boy was very experienced and versed in music and in the show (indeed one that goes on Eurostar with a guitar sound not just to strum: some will perform in concert, or teach, or study at the conservatory ,.... something "serious" will do it for sure!). The woman

Kedar, spoke and seemed at times more concerned or sometimes reserved, but not at all bothered and the scene continued.

He was keeping the bank, explained and talked, now a little louder, stronger, safer, she followed him: she had been kidnapped.

It also added a third passenger, who was in front of the musician and the thing was developed, then, after a half an hour, slowly subsided atomosfera: the rocking cradle of the train thoughts and reflections and often the eyes are closed, after putting the sign in the book that you read, or you adjust the iPod volume to rock the thoughts and then moved from the sleep train. They, too, the woman and the musician, the pace slowed, but he still occasionally spoke, but softly, always in the background, like a background music ..

I have not heard much that was not my business, but I saw a scene unfold, different yet equal to many others, and when the train slowed ahead of the first station when I saw him get up and prepare his things and look for the guitar, I saw change the environment on the stage.

He got up, she smiled, but shy, very reserved and are greeted with quiet sympathy, no other confidence, evidently he had just spoken, was not one of the "usual" men that we always try ...

When was the space between the seats, he gave the final greeting, shook hands, she handed it to him and there was contact, then ... sudden and unexpected, he brought her hand to her mouth, slightly bowed and kissed it!

fast, effective and simple!

I stood open-mouthed, so to speak ...

Then he drew back, he gave her a last goodbye and turned to start at the door with a guitar on his back. She

quiet, watched her, and withdrew his hand as if everything was normal, we went back to reading the book in her lap.

From the whole scene just maybe I was impressed, or, who knows ... maybe not. I smiled to myself. At a time when almost one claims to be ignorant and insulting one another or many others, or to be arrogant because they feel strong and confident, at a time when there is full of arrogance even when discussing trivial, a man, Young 's modern era, with a simple gesture, from another time, overturned, in a fraction of a second atmosphere, throwing the empty the train, but then who knows if a true vacuum, a gesture, a way to do, to be (do not know whether sincere or not, it does not matter!), surely a gesture of respect, a small, trivial and simple, but different.

Today I still see that image in front and I am grateful to that musician that I never see again, that scene in that split second. A gift, like a simple daisy caught in a meadow, always has a value and we carry with us forever.

Life makes a lot of gifts ...

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Walter Bonatti - "Lost World" -

I must have been more or less between 8 and 10 years when a small still with the boy shorts, in the magazine rack, wooden living room of my house, I found a magazine in black and white and color that had perhaps (forse!) just the cover, whose title was "TIME".

I remember the pages with the corners a bit 'curled, the "ears" he called my dad, and I remember very vaguely, I saw a name written on a service within that review: W. Bonatti.

I was a kid, I knew nothing of mountains, except what little I saw in the summer when, with my parents, I walked the paths of the Dolomites, gray and sharp-edged ridges, but that neither felt the beautiful sunset pink that would cause so many emotions years later, in my heart.

When about twenty years later walked down stairs, some climbs that I was to approach the name of Bonatti had become a myth, but the past, now in the history of mountaineering, and almost unattainable, which I had read anything, even young ignorant, tense as I was climbing myself, without investigating the reason of many ways that covers ...

Then, a year ago, right in the twenty-first century, now that man in mature age, a gionro I was in line to wait my turn to pay a bank account in a post office, as well as those where that the operations of mail today, you also do the shopping ... (Modern conquest progress!) and gaze fell on a white volume of which struck me the title, but the author: W. Bonatti. It was offered at the discounted price, but what matters is that it was written by Bonatti that now that forty years ago, wrote in the magazine with the "ears" at the corners of your pages. And then a flash in the living room of my parents, the chair and the magazine and those photos ... and I leafed through the book, inside of me decided that I would have bought it, whatever the cost.

As with the books that I feel are worth, I have not read in one go, but I sipped, as I always like a nice bottle of port. And I have not regretted it.

does not tell the climbing, this time, but that Bonatti's career has taken a turn put the boots to the nail, when, in 1964, to quote his own words: "meanness and misunderstandings more profuse in the world of mountains, had come to make me finally get out of that environment, "beginning the following year left for the profession of Epoch. (In 1965 I was 9 years and so my memories were not totally wrong ...)

In this book the mountaineer-turned-explorer, collects some of his writings produced between 1964 note, and 1976, in which travel stories always undertaken with the spirit of sports with intent not discover, or to taste heroic enterprise, but to go to understand, descending in places and among the people of those places that looked, what was in the same places, living thing and held the living areas was gradually crossing, most often on foot and alone , almost always without risk of weapons while guess some tiger or some bear.

We go from cold Siberia to Africa desert, from Antarctica to Easter Island, crossing deserts and endless places, leaving the reader to sognre, as when, guys, you read books of adventure, except that here talk about real adventures and experienced.

What emerges, in my opinion, is a man that respects the place where everything goes to pass, that seeks to understand rather than attack it and tame it, what is striking is the feeling of admiration and wonder at natural phenomena, to even imagine the things most of us, but above all by the genuine curiosity to learn, as Man, Serber then things in her heart and whose pictures or words, now will bring, if not fleeting glimpses that will affect whether or not the imagination e.. the heart of the reader, with the heart.

lucky man and I guess you could say is the truth, although willing to trade security and certainty of a living "normal" with the uncertainty of a work that could also bring him to end his days, a sudden .

When closing the book (in 2009), Walter Bonatti has almost 80 years and what strikes me is the kind of thoughts and sincere respect and intrinsic and not merely formal, that I feel in him, to the environment in we live in, to the whole earth, the discovery of how the man himself is the cause of his illness, which is slowly eroding the land on which they live and from which it draws life. Do not complain, not the usual howls of a dog beaten and old that many elderly people do, but merely a light exposing facts, reality, before the eyes of someone who wants to see, who reads and wants to understand.

closing its pages, a soft smile remains in my heart the memory of a sentence that is given to him during the journey to find the headwaters of the Amazon, when an Indian, whose simple life of poverty and took place between those mountains of the Cordillera Chila where Bonatti with a friend, was to explore, accommodates tired and hungry, in his poor hut and offers them a simple soup that has food for himself and his family, sharing with them, which occurred there all'iimprovviso: "I greet you and ask you to serve as a brother, sure to have your help in need! "

This spirit, simple, sincere, straightforward and without frills, I still really like a treasure in a corner of the heart, as taught by an Indian unknown to me as a man of twenty-first century, immersed in globalization.

of this seemingly trivial and silly "teaching" to me for anything valuable and trivial, I say thanks to this man from another era!

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Published Notice of Race

The Notice of Race and Entry form are now posted on the race's left in the column under "Latest News", but also on the official website of Classemini Italy download page, reachable through this link.
Recall that the entries will open Tuesday 15 February, and will close on Tuesday, March 15, 2011.

THE APPLICATION FORM MUST BE SENT TO SEG. FAX NUMBER:

+39 0564 867 482

Please then all owners to see also the annex to the Registration Form and remember to have all the information and documents requested.

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I was the veterinary, waitin 'to get my cat, I waited patiently, politely asked the doctor I had a little' time and glad I was there, observing others, "the masters of aninali ",... was not theater, it was not the TV show, but everyday life in a normal town in Lazio, in a normal evening in January.

Standing waiting a girl dressed elegantly, wearing makeup and nice, about 25/28 years, with a dog on a leash. He was standing there in front of the doctor's desk, I saw the side, I saw the beautiful features, but something in her eyes was not clear.
In the background of Dr. sentence: "Now we take x-rays .. which unfortunately are not at all beautiful," his voice Ferrara transplanted in Lazio, efficient and good, but behind the mask of unflappable professional, the doctor will spoatava here and there, I saw her move.

A woman's voice asked the girl: "What did?" referred to a black dog, small, like a fox, apparently crossing bastard in a noble and any race. This I had not seen before, was the second girl, the youngest, moved slowly and with difficulty from behind his desk, where he was waiting for his response.
Tears .. the girl's face suddenly filled with tears and turned into a form where the pain broke, apparently slowed by the "good manners": "A cancer .." he mumbled, drowning in tears and sniffling.

Dr. efficient approached her and gave a pat on the hair, the trader had been shocked, showed that behind his white coat is a woman, a human being who loves animals and who understands who does the same, the port has a handkerchief, beautiful and simple gesture that shows complicity and human love, a time to be like the girl, who suffers.

Girl with painted eyes, but now red-rimmed paid, endured the die ATM receipt, trying to drive back the tears, but it was obvious he was doing something that is not wanted, and would have wanted to cry her pain, that of a friend. A real friend!


of this scene there are millions, and there are to many humans, I've seen myself as the brother of my ex-wife been declared "condemned" ...
but always strikes me as a human you leave to go to an animal, that being that has racks that we show at each step, you querl'essere gives himself how nature makes him do like my cat, pardon "cat" that rises only when the legs go, but showing affection and showing more and more true than many of my so-called "friends " .. .

He touched the girl and I loved him.
None of that.
Maybe now that I write the dog is dead or she is watching crying, but still a human being is stripped of self and of various scenes of drama in which she lives, when the front has to be simple, but real and sincere look at this is always a lesson, at least for me.

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few days open enrollments

the historic city 'and its characteristic of Talamone Harbour, again will host the first race of the 2010 Mini Circuit. Under the auspices of the Sailing Club Talamone who takes care of the organizational synergy with Classemini Italy will wind 'on the classic path-Talamone Capraia-Giannutri-Talamone for a total of 160 nautical miles. Registration is
begin Feb. 15. The invitation and registration forms will be available on http://www.classemini.it/ both in the home that Download Site Class.
Owners may enter by completing the downloadable form and send it along with the notice to the Secretary of Talamone Sailing Club from February 15 and until 18.00 on March 15, 2011, together with the entry fee.

Registrations received after March 15, 2011, will be accepted at the discretion of the Organizing Committee.

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pain and sincerity I say NO!

I say NO!

Now I say NO! In what comes across subtly imposed by an endless series of "moral or customs duties," to hide behind hypocrisy, selfishness, abuse of power, all that can be summarized in the phrase " to others what it takes to ME! "

I say NO!

Why behind the duty to help a friend while I'm already bleeding with pain, but "I put aside my own" for him, there is selfishness, the ITS. I do not say you do, indeed, I do and do it very willingly, but I want to be able to decide and I do not feel the weight of moral blackmail: "if you do you're bad, you're heartless, selfish YOU!"

No! I want to be me to decide to kill myself for you, for him, for them, and do it regardless of expense, spending the smallest residual forces in me, but I do it because at that moment I feel the desire to give you all of me, even your life! I feel I, I decide, but not for duty, not because it needs to be done, "but because" I want to do it! "

Why behind the duty to put aside my own need for basks in the lament of those who daily, and then, my words of comfort is just paper, there is a higher duty, is not it: my own, to preserve the my life.

Some people live in each wall crying, wanting autocompiangersi who lives and needs of actors in his own stage of his theater staff, and then I serve with my costumes, its stage, to play him, or she may be, but to me, it affects only an appearance, does not affect the heart, the feelings, the pain you carry inside and that none of these recitautori (i singers sing, they "Just read "...) interested in knowing how I feel inside.

affects only that it is there, to be part of those scenes: their.

Because behind that want to force to advise on "how to do " about "how one should live " on " as we must believe in God " on " as they should educate their children , "and so on and so forth, behind all this advice never asked, never wanted, ever want, but very badly received, behind all this, there is only arrogance, so much. The arrogance of wanting you to teach you things you only learn from, wanting to make sure that you follow models, scripts that maybe they like more, to them, but without wondering if YOU, those scripts like them.

So I say NO, now NO, NO MORE '!

will be tough, I know that I have doubts, I fear, and even put them aside, the insecurities (who's does not? Those that can afford the luxury of always knowing how to do and not be afraid to be wrong?), I'll be alone, I will be a vacuum, because this will bother to say NO, this out of line and the grid, and the price will be paid first alone.

But better only by some comrades, who in the company without me and without the freedom to be myself as they are, to be like everyone likes, not to put anyone at ease, questioning the ways and models ..

I say NO!

And I say yes' to what I want and I decide!

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ENDOMETRIOSIS. ... An ugly fish to fry




"Every month is a continuous death and rebirth.
My young body seems trapped in

to an elderly lady who is waiting for the arrival of death.

slowly die and then tried timidly to be reborn, but with
the disease progresses
I wonder if these are the key
I wanted for my life.
Sometimes the pain is so strong and prolonged
that I can no longer recover.
I feel like a helpless little cocoon
waiting, as if by miracle, the rebirth

finally free to live as

shining a butterfly with its colorful
remained unspoken for so long. "

Loria Orsato

of endometriosis is still not talking and there are few people who know a fund, including the institutions that still Today in Italy do not recognize it as a debilitating and disabling disease that persists throughout life and requires constant monitoring, underestimating.

Today things are changing, thanks to a network of associations of patients spread throughout the world, which has promoted education, support and research, in collaboration with physicians aware and motivated to defeat it. Endometriosis is a
insidious disease, tenacious, and partly remains a mystery, but chronic disease affecting women of reproductive age worldwide. It is therefore not a rare disease
The name derives from the word "endometrium, the tissue that lines the inner surface of the uterus and grows and then breaks up each month during the menstrual cycle.

endometrium is localized to the endometrial-like tissue outside the uterus, in other areas of the body.

In these locations the endometrial tissue develops into "lumps", "cancer", "injury", "plant" or "growths." These formations can cause pain, infertility and other problems.
They are located most frequently abdomen involving the ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterine ligaments, the rectovaginal septum (area between the vagina and rectum), the outer surface of the uterus and peritoneum (lining of the peritoneal cavity) . Sometimes these lesions are also found in abdominal post-surgical scars, the intestines or rectum, on the bladder, kidneys, ureters (which are protruding from each kidney into the bladder), vagina, cervix and vulva (external genitalia). Endometriotic lesions were also found outside the abdomen, lung, arm, thigh and other areas, although these cases are rare.
As the lining of the uterus, including endometrial lesions are usually sensitive sex hormones produced by the ovaries and in particular to estrogen. Therefore, training endometriosis undergo a cyclical development, flaking and therefore of bleeding. Unlike the inner surface of the uterus, however, the endometrial tissue outside of it has no way to escape outside of the body. The result is an internal stagnation of blood, tissue decomposition flaked from injury, inflammation of the surrounding areas and formation of scar tissue. The outcome is inflammation

inevitable

inflammation in fact is the response that our body puts into action each time undergoes a trauma. It is a convenient way of react, because it is immediate and does not depend on the type of trauma. Conficcatasi a splinter in your finger, or a viral or bacterial attack, such as endometriosis, when abnormal blood: the body has developed a system of rapid attack on the enemy, whatever form it takes. The inflammatory process, however, just as fast if not defused, it tends to become chronic. The inflammatory cells in the field also put the so-called cytokines, molecules released into the environment surrounding the point of attack of the enemy, which serve as mediators of inflammation. Cells and molecules give rise to an inflammatory mechanism autoamplificazione message. If the inflammation (= inflammation) is not brought under control in time, its final outcome is a chronic inflammatory stimulus that damages healthy tissue.
The body's response to injury and damage the healing tissue is the production of fibrous tissue that is less elastic and less functional than the original one. Often this repair mechanism produces the adhesions between the different organs of the abdominal cavity, hampering movement and proper functionality.
All this produces pain. The non-synchronization of the response to estrogen in the endometrium eutopia (ie, that physiologically plays the uterine cavity) el'endometrio ectopic (that is misplaced, that of pathological lesions) account for at least part of chronic pain related to endometriosis, ie in this many days of the month or even every day. The formation of adhesions is the cause of pain.
Other complications, depending on the location of the lesions may be the breaking of such lesions (which may be due to dissemination of endometriotic cells in other areas), intestinal obstruction (if the lesions are localized in the intestine or nearby) , bladder disorders (if the growths are the bladder), stenosis (= reduction) of the ureters with possible pain in the kidney and other problems. The teams do not endometriotic are usually malignant or cancerous: this is a normal tissue located in an abnormal site. In recent decades there has been an increase observation frequency of malignant lesions have developed or endometriotic lesions were observed in conjunction with them. However, studies are still conflicting order to reach a clear conclusion in this regard.
spoken instead of adenomyosis endometriosis when the cells are located in the myometrium, the muscular wall of the uterus.
against the pain, which can range from mild to extremely intense until it was unbearable, are prescribed NSAIDs (nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory) or the most common analgesics. Very often the treatment of pain at the time of occurrence is low because the pain tends to become drug resistant, is used then a more powerful narcotics, a medical prescription.

progestogens type compounds are used contraceptive pill administered for long periods. In addition, medications are used to contain only progestin that induce a state of pseudopregnancy. For shorter-term therapies are in use analogues of hypothalamic hormones that induce a state of pseudomenopausa. These drug treatments have heavy side effects, are therefore very tiring to bear because they create imbalances hard for a young woman and substantial effects on the body. In
are removed during the laparoscopy endometriosis formations (diagnostic laparoscopy in order to become operational). In fact, the diagnosis can only have a surgery that allows the removal of tissue for analysis. Laparoscopy is an invasive operation on average in which, thanks to fiber-optic instruments, the surgeon is aware of the abdominal and pelvic part of the patient. Sometimes laparoscopy is not possible and opted for a cut of the abdomen with laparotomy. Although we try to make the most conservative possible interventions of the internal genital organs, in severe cases should get the removal of the uterus (hysterectomy) and / or ovaries (annessiectomia) often unacceptable given the young age of the patients. Surgery is sometimes necessary to reach the bowel resection, the removal of a kidney, etc.., When the endometriosis has affected those organs already heavily compromised in their functionality and quality of life of women.
Unfortunately, chronic disease, because it almost always persists and needs of new treatments.
It is estimated that in 20-25% of cases of endometriosis are asymptomatic, that does not produce any obvious symptoms.
In most cases (75-80%) but the symptoms may present with a very wide variability in both the type and intensity. The
Symptoms of endometriosis can be divided into two categories: pain and infertility / infertility.
part of the painful symptoms, those most frequently found in cases of endometriosis are pain before and during menstruation (dysmenorrhea), ovulation pain, pain during or after sexual intercourse (dyspareunia), pain on defecation (dischezia) pain on urination (dysuria), pain radiating to the rectal area, pain in the lumbar region. You can also check: spotting (bleeding in between menstruation and the other one), blood in the stool or bleeding from the rectum (proctorragia), blood in the urine (hematuria), nausea, diarrhea and / or constipation and other intestinal disorders, headaches, tiredness and fatigue.
The intensity of pain is not related to or an extension and / or size of lesions or the severity of the disease. Small groups (called petechial) proved to be more active in the production of prostaglandins. Prostaglandins are substances synthesized in the body, involved in many functions and considered responsible for most of the painful symptoms as mediators of inflammation: this could explain the significant symptoms that often accompanies the presence of small plants.
painful symptoms due to endometriosis appear to have intensified over time, although in some cases we have cycles of remission and recurrence.
Infertility affects 30-40% of women with endometriosis and is a common outcome with the progression of the disease. It talks about infertility
what has prevented fertilization, so that the two gametes (egg and sperm) are not able to come together to form the zygote (the fertilized cell).
infertility when he left, although the fertilization took place, there is no continuation of the pregnancy with implantation of the pre-embryo in the inner cavity of the uterus.
The diagnosis of endometriosis, in general, is not considered reliable until it is proven by biopsy, that analysis tissue removed during surgery.
However, the doctor may use many tools that allow him to make a diagnosis with high probability of being confirmed by tissue histology. First
scrupulous collection of data on personal and family history of the woman (history), the accurate record of all the signs and symptoms that the patient can offer during the interview allows the clinician to focus its attentions to a diagnostic classification correct.
The pelvic examination - to be performed by the vaginal route, when possible, and always through the rectum - allows manual palpation of major injuries. A visit can be carried out properly identify painful areas by reproducing the same painful symptoms of the disease.
Among the instrumental analysis, U.S. - transvaginal when possible - is by far the most common and least invasive. Allows detection of ovarian cysts el'adenomiosi (endometrial tissue that lurks within the muscular wall of the uterus).
In the presence of bowel symptoms may be useful MRI, barium enema, the ecocolonscopia.
If you suspect involvement of the urinary tract, cystoscopy allows an exploration of the bladder, the IVU ol'uroRMN analyze channels abdominal ultrasound can detect ureteral dilatation and renal or ureteral.
CT and X-rays may also be support for a correct diagnosis.
may be useful to investigate the value of certain blood markers such as CA 125. But this is not always a measurement indicative of endometriosis because this protein can increase its concentration in the blood in the presence of other inflammatory conditions or certain forms of cancer. Moreover, it is said that rises in the presence of endometriosis. Therefore it is not in itself a significant prognostic value.
In Italy, in operation since 1999, the Italian Association Endometriosis Onlus (AIE), which was founded and from women with endometriosis and is recognized as an organization of volunteer non-profit society on the whole Italian territory (Decree dir. No MI 115). It is based in Nerviano (Milan) and participates in the international circuit of the International Endometriosis Association, International Association present in 66 countries worldwide. The IEA is a founding member of the European Endometriosis Alliance formed in October 2004.
The IEA, the first group of patients in Italy to deal with endometriosis in the perspective of women who are affected, has the following objectives:
emotionally support women
   solicit informed about the disease
institutions
 
promote scientific research in Italy to collect signatures because we protect the rights of women with endometriosis.


Source: Italian Endometriosis Association

Information:
Italian Endometriosis Association Onlus

PO Box 114 20014 Nerviano (Mi)
Infoline 800 031977 - Fax 0331 589 800
info@endoassoc.it
www.endoassoc.it

Oral contraceptives reduce painful symptoms such as dysmenorrhea and pain inter-menstrual and effectively prevent the recurrence of endometriotic cyst after their surgical removal.
Unfortunately, the effect is symptomatic and not curative, that is, the benefit is obvious as long as you use the pill, but prohibiting the resumption of symptoms is very likely. Consequently, the concept of medical treatment involves prolonged periods of employment, some for years and still cover the time lag between diagnosis and the search for a pregnancy.
Many women taking "the pill" for contraception for a long time without any worries. However, when oral contraceptives are used for therapeutic purposes, are often burdened with the most diverse concerns, including the effect on fertility and future health.
The data concerning the effect on fertility are very reassuring, as well as those relating to the future health of the woman. Indeed, studies indicate that the pill may actually represent a protective factor.

Loria Orsato

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I was proud to be a fellow countryman Sergio Marchionne

I no longer exist. And if Fiat will go away from Italy, after all that has been done by the Italian people in favor of the Turin, I will not purchase more of a Fiat car for the rest of my life. The referendum scheduled for 13 and 14 January at Mirafiori, in my view, has dell'insopportabile. Require fathers and mothers to choose between reducing their rights and the loss of their job, it is unacceptable for a civilized country. The impression is that the referendum will decide not only the fate Mirafiori plant in Turin, but will also have consequences on all future agreements between employers and workers: in every company there is an emulation and entrepreneurs, taking as an alibi for the financial crisis and the model Marchionne, try, and succeed, of stealing part of the rights acquired by workers over the years. Imagine what could happen in those companies with a workforce of less than 15! And who assures us that after this agreement, Fiat will not make further requests to the bottom? Discharged the resignation of workers, because they do not dare even more and on other plants? Under the pretext of lowering the costs will be eliminated other rights, to restore the long week, ten hours, the reduction of leave, the loss of protection, etc. .. We will have less time to spend with your family, dedicated to culture, leisure, good times. We will, in short, less than human beings and the referendum will mark the beginning of a downgrading in the level of quality of life for all of us who, in an attempt to become competitive with the market of China, India and South America, will lead us to have their own hyperbolically working conditions. Never in the history of the Western world we chased those who were worse than us, and we have always had the willingness to improve and yet today we see a worsening of living conditions that the model Marchionne officially sanctioned. The human being today is worth less.
I believe that the director of a company like Fiat, should become more aware of its social role and get the profit, sacrosanct right of the entrepreneur, improving the efficiency of the production chain and expanding its market share, but without affecting the existing rights of workers, rather pointing to an expanding them, in order to increase their satisfaction and their attachment to ' company, certainly propulsion for higher productivity of each.
One last thing. It would be appropriate that the CEO's salary was not a thousand times that of a worker (which translated in other words means that what the CEO earns in a month, requiring more than 80 years of work by a worker!) Personally I find it extraordinarily well as exaggerated, even immoral.

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There are moments in life when ...

There are moments in life when you die happy, with her soul in peace.

I wrote my heart to my baby that eighteen years! Listening to old music: "The show must go on " where Freddie Mercury still gives me goose bumps, and reread the words I've just put in line to try to make a garland of love in my being without exaggeration a dad moved ... proud but ...

At the same time I think about my love, that my underwear, what I live every day of my life ... my feelings and I wonder what the future will see what he and his party ....

abandon my soul to music and his tune ... I bought beer and drank little by little, while the words flowed from his mind at the keyboard of your PC, now has its effect, and the excitement gives way to melancholy and calm after what I wanted was something done right!

There are times when you pull the oars and you feel satisfied e.. will be the beer, the music will be, will be the state of mind: you may die happy and quiet, you feel drained, but also at peace with yourself ... but ... then everything is as first ...

back on the carousel ... to shoot as always!

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It seems that the former church still works the floor not hold a majority on the commission

work in the former church still seems to not hold the floor

CERVARESE. After the story of the tombs found during restoration work in the former parish Montemerlo (pictured), all was quiet again, or at least we thought. For almost 40 days, however, no worker moves only one tool in the former church, the site of the library and many local associations. Everything looks gutted and desolate left as an empty skeleton where it rains inside. It seems that the problem is likely due to calculation errors in the flow of the floor, in the part where he was taken off the central wall supporting him to expand the main hall. Were performed of the static tests on the floor that should have raised doubts about the actual scope. Besides the books and the library has weighed in load over 8000. Perhaps we'll have to submit a new project, with a considerable delay in the completion of work. The same town library while she emigrated to the nearby elementary school and the associations that were housed within the former parish have found refuge in other sites. Pensioners' unions and local musical band is one of them. This is a guest of the local scouts, but the salt would be a little tight, normally play the musical activity. Meanwhile, the library goes very well, despite the logistical problems. The statistics presented recently the region are clear, in 2009 there were 146 young people under 14 who have registered, along with other 236 people and 14 foreigners. Ben 5 000 loans of books to residents of Cervarese and 302 other libraries. (Ss)

Il Mattino di Padova, November 7, 2010

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Life

I love going to the beach when the weather is bad.

E 'bad for everyone, or for many, but not for me: the nature of the ties of melts and always manifests itself and explodes in its beauty, the same way as they explode with the colors of spring, things are different and yet beautiful likewise, for me.

The wind blows strong, slams the rigging of the boats that have reinforced the dock, I hear the chains rattling and clinking metal, I feel my lungs fill with air and life and feel the spray of salt water wet my face and I'm happy inside.

man I enjoy the mountains of the sea, because the nature, space, is one, is where you find him alive!

Today I did the same and went towards the end of the pier, gazing at the gray clouds that were running under other than gray sky again, doing to provide water when they pass close to the many boats moored in the sheltered water of the harbor, suddenly, a man with the robe that was tying it all better, the wall, hit my eye. Senior enough to have lived a life, but young in the bearing and aura that I sensed in the green sponge that covered it. He placed the bag of trash on the ground, had slippers, bed, house, chamber ... He close the circle, not to be half naked, as the wind picked up the bag and we all know and the thousands who flock to the so-called " geeks" (not those of the classroom, but those that have a bit flavors' different ...) and took him precisely " ecological island" as hypocritical, today, the port of my city, is called the place where you dump the waste!

was as if he left the house, like my neighbor who puts the bag in the morning at the door to take him away, later, when it comes down and goes to work, but it was the harbor, near a pier, not in a condominium. We were close to boats of various kinds and large, but with their dignity and their own history, one by one.

I am intrigued and I went closer and he e. .. thing years ago I would never have done, I start a conversation.

I was sincerely intrigued but also attracted by the fact that I guessed he had slept in the boat, but not overnight, but as his normal life, and I hoped as I approached, I was hoping it was someone who had broken the chains that we nailed the normality, was one that somehow had done something different.

approach a bit 'shy and respectful and then he started to tell, seemed waiting for this moment, or maybe someone can tell where his victory, his successful escape.

A life lived in a traditional way, full of all joys and sorrows, as to each, and then the gesture , dictated by various circumstances, but thought for centuries, perhaps always dreamed of.

now lives there in a boat, not like Sonny Crockett in Miami Vice the TV, in a boat and rich with the Ferrari parked next to the berth, but in a boat than a dozen feet, but not sailing Joint sailing and motor, comfortable enough to live a bit ', but certainly strange to live forever, at least in the opinion of one who is there, like me.

Yet he is there, always, there lived his life, writes books, kitchen and we have fun, he has built his world and is proud and happy.

It does not need a bathtub-style villa in Beverly Hills, or the 50-inch plasma TV, or more than 4 feet of the kitchen to make banquet for 20 people, as in a restaurant, what needs the asks his life, space and freedom, of living space, albeit limited in my eyes, yet untouched and untouchable, needs less of those things that I believe are essential and those he has, if it is made and built, but he has a world built to measure her and there is fine. He lives!

He made a step, and did so with fear and risk, now enjoys the consequences and the rewards courage and it is not must be the courage to do titanic struggles, the real titanic struggles are those against our fears, the hidden within ourselves, what we often ignore and delete turning to look elsewhere.

This man did not use many words to show his life, he just said "Here, look!" To me that I had asked, and then left me to do whatever I must, with what he says to me gave generously.

Leaving me to come back to life when fear intrusions by neighbors, that I live in small cells as many atypical human bees of a hive, and leaving me to my reflections.

He returned to live his life, to enjoy its space and his time, quietly, without fanfare, but in silence, the silence that I had stopped, perhaps nicely.

questions and left me an example.

Why Are Some Black People Eyes Yellow?

Claudio Rigon - "The leaves of the Capitano Michel" - Ed Young Einaudi

I reviewed this wonderful book and I like to put my comment here to share it.

When I saw and then taken, on the store shelf, I thought this book was a little 'one of many, the Great War. Being a fan of places in the mountains where this war took place, the Ortigara has, for me, a special charm, and I read many writings, the first of G. Pieropan, so I thought that this paper stands a bit 'in the wake of the many books of that type.

Instead I found something different and at the same time intriguing and delicately charming.

The author, a professor of physics in high school, and passionate picture of the battlefield of his area, just the Plateau of Asiago, tells of how he discovered a series of leaflets (about two hundred and fifty) with phonograms, preserved some of Captain Michel, covering a period, rather short in our eyes (06/24/1916 - 07.29.1916), which he spent with the battalion of Alpine, which had just taken command, silverware, and bear witness, through the written word just in the crucial moments of this past month Ortigara foot, right in the "hot" face of the Plateau, emotions, and facts, not fictional form, but of indirect description of life lived and the problems more or less serious and serious of which the captain was both protagonist and narrator unconscious , as a chronicler of us who live to read. In those circumstances the period of little more than a month becomes an eternity, because every moment was lived with intensity and emotion worthy of years of Our modern city life.

While reading I felt almost follow the author, Claudio Rigon (at first sight in front of the bookshelves I had believed to be Mario Rigoni Stern, the famous "Sgt "Asiago, not having read the author's last name right, well this oversight I regret it, bringing a good book in hand!) in its place the package on the table in chronological order of the Museo del Risorgimento di Vicenza, to make sense and temporal consistency to the messages that gradually pulled out of one or more of the envelopes of the "Donation Michel."

He seemed almost to stand behind him and furtively read the words traced by hand on yellow cards, and even imagine the emotions of the researcher-reader with respect and care, was gradually trying to get an idea of what the captain and the characters as they come in his writings (characters really lived and even some deaths, among the stones Ortigara) had lived and experienced.

E 'methodical and calm, never boring or static, the work of reconstruction emotional Claudio Rigon held by these "slips" and can expertly interlayer, between one and another of them, some personal feelings and insights , like some rare, quote from famous books such as Lussier ("A Year on the plateau), gradually painting a picture of reality and the fact that men have given to those places and those places that I have visited remain as enchanted, their appearance, a sense, nell'insensata carnage in which they were subjected, in spite of themselves.

Rigon The ability to make good use is in having the material he had: films that at first sight may appear aseptic and quite empty of facts in order to ensnare the reader's attention. It is also very synthetic data nell'infuriare orders of battle or issues of provisioning, or reports of events such as desertions during the tragic moments of the days when soldiers in the trenches knew that they were destined to certain death, or even small variations on a fountain pen that a junior officer had bothered to buy a watch for him or that had to be repaired, because damaged in the confusion of combat.

applause goes to the author of this book, he also managed to enter, always with great respect for the reader (and the memory of that Captain Michel) on the news Captain himself: three silver medals, outlining the image of the official rather devoid of rhetoric and fiction, that the soul of humanity was that he needed, even though they made a hero of his heroism has never been mentioned, and an officer of the Italian Army in 1916 to put Mature with tranquility itself to do its job to protect the lives of "his" mountain and perform the duty of a soldier sent to fight on the Ortigara, and perhaps to die.

All this makes reading this book not only enjoyable, but I would say "enjoy" as is done with good wine, to savor the "body" and enjoy it and leave space to the emotions of our readers, are grateful to those who have done a worthy job of research and reconstruction between 2001 and 2009, and offers as something that can be appreciated by anyone in the mood. We modern readers, sitting comfortably in our living rooms, we can try to imagine and perhaps only vaguely imagine the fear and the courage to face them, that men of true thickness as the captain Michel, as is the E. Lussier and many others like them, have shown us, leaving us an example not of words but of real life.

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Mountain, a young mountain

I remember it like yesterday: that chilly in the back after it had rained the night when you went out in the pale morning sun and I hope with all my heart that the day you pay off of having the expected with the patience that can have a teenager, the depletion of rain the day before.

I went toward the mountains still dark gray stone cold and wet of the night and the water fall, where the sunlight began to caress the walls and vertiginous angles that at that age I put a little ' anxiety. I started and as I walked, pants shorts and wool socks under the boots of vibram of which I was so proud, and a backpack full of my things, I felt the wetness of the grass that is sent to the socks, the mandate of the cold, even down to the feet, and felt the drops from the branches of many trees fell short hair remaining on my boy.

Yet I was happy, excited even to endure the cold (it made me feel like a little hero that no one knew was that!), Enthusiastic about the long trips I was doing, exploring and discovering strange and magical places, where the gold of the sun painted the walls pink and shades of charm, where smells of pine mingled with those of the flowers of the meadows full of summer heat and the noise of the river which crosses or the stones rolled from the steep and stony, more or less isolated.

I was happy that just arrived from the city, in the afternoon (the train from Rome traveled all night and the "bus" we filed back in the mountains before lunch, after a year of dreaming ), I went along the stream that ran not far from where we were to look for a branch long enough and flexible but not too much for us a bow whose string was the string from parcels that had already bagged from Rome. Then I tried branches, more difficult to find, straight and fine, that they should give me the arrows, and I came home, and I sat on the bench outside, with boxcutter that never leaves, and that made me feel young Robinson, although the mountains, and clean all the branches in the cortex and the knots in the wood, which hindered me in the drawing that I had, and slowly made a beautiful arch ready to shoot arrows at imaginary enemies. Arco I would take around 20 days, the time to spend the holidays in that corner of the Dolomites that guy saw me and then slowly become man and that I did not see much, if not to return to climb, but never with my heart I had then.

would come not always, the newspaper that Corriere della Sera newspaper that, in addition to local Ladin, the only certainty was the cultural period and place. Just a little 'heavy rain and hard and a bit' swollen rivers and streams of water that the bus was late delivery and possibly the newspaper arrived the next day. There was no TV, no Internet or cam that today lead me to my house by the sea, the images of those which remained in the mountains to live a little piece of my heart, even during the winter. There was not even an ATM. I remember when they did the first club was called "The Witches" and then we still girls dream of going big and perhaps even dance with the blonde that she was Bolzano on holiday and I occupied the thoughts, at least for the time I was there.

remember that the road was not even asphalt, the final three kilometers from the center that were important, Canazei, was simply a "white road" but went to two countries where he lived so many people and many holidaymakers, and no problems if they did, there passed peacefully even the bus three times a day.

They were happy days, in which I filled with anything so long and I did fill the soul.

with simple things and dreamed of having fun and also lived part of my dreams.

build a hut with a few tables, and every summer before returning to the city, took it down and replace everything, yet during that time the cabin was a refuge more than safety and lonely, even when it rained or was really bad weather, or at least, this seemed to us .. There were days when I was just in the river shore, then quell'Avisio that did not have a concrete embankment even dream about it, and pick up stones, hoping to split them out of quartz or amethyst geodes as those I saw on display in stores in the valley, and I honestly thought I was dreaming and to be able to find my geode, not to sell it, but I also feel good to find the hidden corners of nature. Geode ever found any, or anything that thin veins of quartz pebbles in the cold current of the stream that came from ice that was up on the Queen, the Marmolada, never hit a few buffalo or foe, those arrows with half-bent and hold as My age at the time.

But in my heart, today, I go out on the street to buy a newspaper and a croissant in the morning after the night's rain on the asphalt, which today still live in the city, very safe by any flood, in my heart of man to remember those days have to look a bit ' away, put on glasses, everything is alive, the cold in the back, the joy of classes with clear boxcutter of guy, simple living every year for 20 days and slowly disappearing to make way for "progress" there, too, among the Dolomites, everything remains safe and secure and well guarded, because I can not say that "time was different and better " (as they always have done and the old!), but it has been fortunate to enjoy such simple and beautiful precious gifts, and that these gifts will I still be here, shining, I can say this, it makes me smile lights and warms my heart even today.

Milena Velba Reading Books

Simple things, beautiful things

I was at dinner, normal and peaceful although birthday. Today we use to party and invite in odd places, using fiction to fill much of our life, so lead us to do and we think we are good at inventing, while reciting scripts written elsewhere, not just for us. Instead, yesterday this was not, was something much better.

The case is simple, non-penthouse with a terrace of 90 square feet where you go with the shoes, not window that target the night of the City of Art making you feel like you're in an apartment on the 40th floor of a giant building in New York, furniture found in a craft market that are worth untold fortunes, though paid peanuts, nothing that the poor children of this world live appearances, they believe is the spice of life for everyone. None of this.

There was heat, there was sincerity, there was love in everything that I have lived, touched and tasted.

normal A house, top floor with no elevator, but go up the stairs and watch the doors on each floor as simple as they once were, it was a pleasant trip back to old houses and yet still beautiful, even without any editing of modern fiction. Inside, where the human shaped hear everything, furniture that may appear trivial elsewhere, might smile at the heart of those who live there and who comes to visit and fill ourselves with beauty, that of those who arranged them and loves them , though perhaps necessarily dovendolo do ... and yet so sweetly and gently. When you're in a place that pulls the air feel , be warned that some say the ' aura, and that was the true light, bright yet quiet, normal white light of wisdom, as sweet as the lady of the house, intent to prepare good things despite not worthy dishes to be named from Artusi.

The snow-white dog that went crazy with joy and played as a child and wanted attention, as did my daughter when she was a child, and friends came to visit and she was a theater. The animals are instinctual and follow your heart, and he, the dog was white with snow and it was also the theater and this was right, it was beautiful.

Dinner of good things, many, wine sauce and a few quiet words people put around a table with a feeling, friendship, simple, sincere, no conference, no solemnity, no pagan rituals and empty, but normal and feel good about everything and nothing, and yet simple peaceful and normal conditions of beauty, humanity and heart.

if the food made with love, even if the crust of bread, looks sweet, the wine even though it might seem a little nectar, a home from 70 yards could become a palace. But man, the real one, the one who lives the life, the honest, do not need a palace, or nectar, is the truth and sincerity and is feeling good, inside . I needed this and like this, stay to enjoy an evening listening to even just, memories of concerts of Mina, as tales of the deeds of the dogs, our companions in life and travel, dessert recipes fates with beautiful things and simple, like memories past lives centuries ago when they were other families in our lives. To me this pleasure of enjoying dinner and this was in the dishes, mushrooms and fine words, wine and good feelings, birthday wishes and nice people, simple people and yet so varied, so rich in the simplicity of what I appreciate in life: a sincere humanity and crystal drops of water that you could see the joy in the eyes of the landlady, and that each of us felt within himself.

This was yesterday, this is now, when the post is not sad to come back and seek the past, but enrichment and pleasure of seeing the film as an actor lived and seen as a privileged spectator, because preferred sitting in a row, the first. This is because even today I can say that the life that I meet in my road.