Tag: suicidal
Heart-felt Compassion for Soldiers in WWI: Farina or Brewster Armor Body.
The article I am preparing on coping with PTSD in WWI will be quite emotional. These are body armors built by Ferruccio Farina also known as Brewster Body Armor shields. They were employed in trenches, actually, from one trench to the other, in order to cut the barbed wire inbetween. The fact is that in Italy when they used them for the very first time, soldiers, they didn’t really tested them. And there is this story about a volounteering troop who went out from the trenches, and Austrian were just waiting for them to come out, with submachine guns. They were also adopted … Continue reading Heart-felt Compassion for Soldiers in WWI: Farina or Brewster Armor Body.
Cara Delevigne; I don’t need to be saved, I need to be found.
Jean Seberg and the fatigue.
It’s very interesting how the interviewer put the accent on the fact that Jean Seberg doesn’t take any psychologist. She is in her 20s and just divorced. Jean Seberg: “I am more Parisian than Hollywoodian Psychoanalyzed girl.” Interviewer: “I can tell.” Except she is found dead suicidal for barbiturates at age of 40 in a street of Paris. Continue reading Jean Seberg and the fatigue.
Are We what We Think?
Hello, bonjour Vietnam.
Hello, bonjour all Human Kindness 🙂 I have almost finished my book reading of “Tribe”. A few pages left. Thank you Sebastian Junger, and thank your Dad’s, for those inspiring conversations. Me, too, I made a “new world” talking at the table with my daddy, when he left me express my thoughts, once in a while. He passed me all time heros like artists eg. Leonardo Da Vinci and Michelangelo, to endavours eg. Magellano, De Gama, Cristoforo Colombo. He made me love sport Champions eg. Jim Thorpe, and co-regional Marco Pantani, or wanting to visit Indian American Reservations and Tierra del Fuego with Southern Emisphere sky. We’ve been watching all time western … Continue reading Hello, bonjour Vietnam.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Good Morning you all, in my last days off work, I ‘ve decided to wake up, cosy and lazy, totally no hurry, and take a breakfast in bed. Weather is still cold and snowy out there. Not only in France, but also in Italy, Wales and Canada. Wherever I have peers and friends, it’s white … Don’t you find snow zen like? It compells people to go slower, be careful on the way you march in, the shoes you choose, the way you drive. Being aware of what usually you are not taking the time to. Like breathing. Can you just take a moment … Continue reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
