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thestreetsofhell · 2 years
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fabriziosbardella · 9 days
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Al Vigorelli la partita Frogs Skorpions è finita 22 a 26, ma il risultato è rimasto in bilico fino alla fine. #frogs #skorpions #footballamericano #vigorelli #sport #fabriziosbardella #inevidenza #primopiano
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jaccodevries · 2 years
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Liniebrug, Nigtevecht #vigorelli #cinelli #shark #allblackcc #cinellivigorelli #cinellifamily #cycling #cyclingphotos #cyclinglife #bici #trackbike #tmworks #fixed #fixie #fixedgear #werideeveryday #bicycling #werideunderthesamesky #bicyclingnl #ridesolo #thenetherlands🇳🇱 (at Nigtevecht) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce1mh_RO-dP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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teenagedirtstache · 6 months
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Blusotto in lana melange trapuntato, doppiato in cotone; pantaloni di tela imbottita, Modigliani; sciarpa Harper; boule Moroni Gomma; stufa Becchi della Fumisteria Vigorelli
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francescosatanassi · 24 days
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NAZISTI A CINECITTÀ
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"Una vita difficile’ di Dino Risi è da sempre uno dei miei film preferiti. Ciò che non sapevo è che il tedesco che sorprende il partigiano interpretato da Sordi si chiamava Borante Domizlaff ed era un vero nazista. Non uno qualsiasi, ma un maggiore delle SS che agli ordini di Kappler sparò alle Fosse Ardeatine. Dopo la guerra fu imprigionato al Forte Boccea di Roma con Kappler e altri ufficiali nazisti. Cera anche il comandante della X° MAS Valerio Borghese. Dopo un fallito tentativo di evasione furono trasferiti a Regina Coeli e accolti con saluti e slogan dai fascisti detenuti. Il 20 luglio 1948 Kappler fu condannato all'ergastolo e Domizlaff assolto per aver agito "senza la consapevolezza di eseguire ordini illegittimi." Si convertì al cattolicesimo con l'obiettivo di uscire dal carcere e ci riuscì sposando una ragazza italiana, trasferendosi così a Roma. Non ha mai utilizzato nomi falsi e il suo indirizzo era pubblico, anche se portava a una società di produzione cinematografica per la quale forse lavorava. Lo collega al passato una foto scattata nel 1961 per la comunione della figlia. Assieme a lui c'è Mina Magri Fanti, madrina e vicina di casa, ma anche militante dei movimenti neofascisti, era lei che si interpellava con Kappler quando era detenuto. Celebrò la funzione Alois Hudal, il vescovo seguace di Hitler che nascondeva e aiutava i nazisti in fuga. Nella foto c'è anche Vittoria Vigorelli, che lavorava nel cinema come segretaria e forse fu il tramite per introdurre Domizlaff nell'ambiente. L'ex SS recitò anche in ‘La ciociara’ che valse a Sofia Loren l'Oscar come miglior attrice, in ‘Tutti a casa' di L. Comencini e in altri film. Non fu l'unico nazista a interpretare se stesso nei film italiani del dopoguerra. Assurdo che nessuno si sia accorto o abbia sorvolato sulla presenza di un criminale tra le comparse, anche perché lo sceneggiatore de ‘Una vita difficile' era Rodolfo Sonego, ex comandante partigiano che per il film si era ispirato alla propria vita, inserendo tra le comparse amici, conoscenti e, forse senza saperlo, un assassino nazista mai pentito.
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reflectismo · 1 year
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John Lennon during the Beatles concert at Velodromo Vigorelli in Milan (1965).
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bu1410 · 2 months
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Good morning TUMBLR. From today February 29, 2024, I have decided to publish a sort of memoir of my life in installments on TUMBLR. These are memories of travel and work experiences around the world, over a period of approximately 40 years.
The title is': ''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."
I hope to interest at least three or four readers.
Introduction Why this curious title, you will ask yourselves, my dear 3 or 4 readers. Well I have to think back to an evening way back in 1971, where I was one of the 20,000-odd spectators at a Led Zeppelin concert, the greatest rock group of all time. The concert, which had just begun for goodness sake, was interrupted by police charges, and we were forced to flee from the Vigorelli velodrome in Milan following the throwing of tear gas. Much has been said and written about that unfortunate evening. The fact is that despite Robert Plant's appeals for calm (Smile! Smile! Smile! he shouted into the microphone) which also sounded a little ironic, given the frequent firing of tear gas, at a certain point under the pressure of the human tide who was pushing us against the stage (we were among the lucky ones in the front rows) me and the 3 friends with whom I had come to attend the concert were forced to flee towards the velodrome track, and then to climb over the fence. In the excitement of the moment I lost one of my tennis shoes, but by then I was on the other side of the fence, and about 2 or 3 thousand people wanted to do the same thing, that is, climb over the fence! So I had to abandon the unhealthy idea of going back to the other side to retrieve the shoe. We somehow managed to escape from the velodrome, and took refuge on the floor of the FIAT 850 parked around there, in which we had come to the concert. Meanwhile the battle raged all around us. Every now and then we took a look out the windows, but the smoke from the tear gas and the burning cars didn't allow us to see much of what was happening. There were only big bangs and explosions of weapons and sirens that wouldn't stop screaming. I remember clearly seeing and hearing a lady from one of the balconies of the condominiums around the velodrami shouting at the policemen: ''Kill all those bastards…….don't leave even one alive….!! It all ended after hours, and all we had to do was sadly return home, happy to have saved our skin. The car - owned by the friend Eridano's mother - was full of dents, but the windows were intact. Later, when I finally got home, I threw the remaining shoe in the garbage.
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INCIPIT But who is Bruno Sironi? It's easy to say: a child of '68 and the so-called ''Economic Boom'' - one of the many (all…) who had been made to believe that ''life will always be better'' and that ''the future will belongs''(and the best is yet to come) One who saw Italians go from the Vespa to the ''500'' and from the 500 to the 600 and then gradually the 850 and then the FIAT UNO and the Ritmo…and the butchers' boys ride in Alfa GT Junior (1,260,000 Lire in 1970) . To then understand that this was not the case and suddenly, just as it had begun, the era of continuous ''progress'' could (and did) end (and end badly). One who had to hear Comrade ''in cashmere'' Bertinotti that ''For the first time since the end of the last war there is the prospect that children will have a worse life than their fathers''. And the lawyer Agnelli declared in the famous television interview with Mixer in 1984 - to a question from the journalist Minoli on what Italy's prospects could be - he first adjusted his sypholine leg, and then replied: ''But you see Minoli… I believe that if all goes well… within a couple of decades Italy will be able to aspire to a standard of living equal to the best of the so-called Socialist countries, namely Hungary''. And that son of so-called progress, who has now grown old, has now realized that there is never an end to the worst. Because trying to make things worse - beyond Murphy's Laws - is in the nature of man (especially homo Italicus) much more than improving them. And that perhaps human beings start out with the best intentions, but then along the way, when faced with difficulties, they choose compromise, circumventing the obstacle, and almost never overcoming it. And finally, at all latitudes, in every historical period, and under any type of regime, what characterizes human beings is the instinct of dominance. And man's obsession with dominance derives from the very origin of animal DNA, and binds the destiny of every one of us. With these premises, and with a lot of suffering, I began my working adventure abroad by leaving for Arabia (Not Felix…) on 5 May 1980. Yes, the day of the anniversary of Napoleon's death, which I remembered (and I remember still …) by heart the poem dedicated to him by Alessandro Manzoni: He was….since immobile given the mortal sigh….He stood the remains oblivious to such a breath. But before that first trip, there are things and events that are worth telling, because as always, nothing is as it seems. As often happens, a friend, a certain Figini Mauro, approached me one day at the bar and said: ''You know, I have an uncle who works for a large construction company in Milan, with activities abroad'' – Really? ? I answer immediately interested - and what's his name, give me all the details, put me in contact with him, I want to try to have an interview (in short I felt inside that it could be more than one possibility) No sooner said than done, the day arrives when I am summoned to the offices of the ''Great Society''. The headquarters was located at the end of a street in the south of Milan, the continuation of Via Savona, after Viale Tibaldi. I get there first by trolleybus 90 (the Circunvallasiun) and then by walking for a few hundred meters on a dirt road. Admitted inside, I am introduced to a manager by the famous ''Uncle'' - who sings my praises: ''a good boy, good family, I guarantee'' (never seen or heard from the ''Uncle'' before that moment…) It is agreed that, before leaving for Saudi Arabia (Saudi Arabia???), I should spend a few days in an architecture studio in Milan (in Via Pantano). Architect Sala will take care of me, and possibly judge whether I am suitable to be sent to Saudi to draw up the so-called As Built (an English expression meaning ''As built'') drawings, i.e. how any project has been completed, with the changes made during construction highlighted. I thus learn (from Arch Sala) that the Big Society is building a military hospital in Dahran in the Eastern province (a military hospital which later, during the Gulf wars, proved to be very useful).
I then spent a week in the famous architecture studio, which I reached every morning with the public transport of the time: tram from Nova M. to via Farini, then the 8, which took me to via Orefici on the corner of Duomo. And then on foot along Via Mazzini, Via Larga – Via Pantano. Declared ''Suitable'' for the purpose (after having designed a hospital stretcher beater) I was then hired by Big Society and sent to Saudi with the Milan Linate – Rome – Riyadh – Dahran flights: I have a vivid memory of the seat on the left on the plane that I occupied, and of the vision of the Pre-Alps when we turned towards the South: the mountains of my youth disappeared on the horizon… No, it doesn't seem to me that ''as if it were now'', perhaps the opposite: I have the clear perception how much time has passed, 40 or more years… even the century has changed…….
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hizokucycles · 1 year
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thegroovywitch · 1 year
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At the end of June 1971 I was sent to Milan by Saverio Rotondi, editor in chief of the legendary Italian rock magazine “Ciao 2001”, to cover Led Zeppelin who were to play the Velodromo Vigorelli in Milan, as a very special guest of the Italian Summer Song fair, Cantagiro. My point person was Luciano Giacotto, press officer of Dischi Ricordi, the Italian distributor of Led Zeppelin label.
The concert was a disaster. No much security, and the police charging the kids outside, “i capelloni” - the long hair hippies, who were trying to get in for free. There were tear gas and Robert Plant asked me to come to the mic and tell the people to blow the gas smoke away. “We can do it - all together!” he asked me to say it in Italian. It was a magical moment and the band went into “Whole Lotta Love” until a tear gas was shot right onto the stage forcing the band to abandon it and leave the place in chaos. I always wondered who was the idiotic policeman that fired the shot to the stage. Never trusted authority after that.
— Armando Gallo, Led Zeppelin 1971 - Archives
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rock-and-roll-hell · 2 years
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September 2, 1980
Unmasked Tour
Velodromo Vigorelli - Milano, Italy
📸 Francesco de Batista and Adriano Alecchi
- From an UPI news article "Police used tear gas and baton charges to control rowdy fans during a concert of the American rock KIϟϟ. The rock group, which performs in black leather costumes and macabre facial makeup, had not yet mounted the stage when young fans without tickets crashed through entrance gates to the Vigorelli Stadium where they were playing. After controlling the scuffling youths with tear gas, police finally opened the gates and allowed everyone waiting outside into the arena, officers said. But the scuffling broke out again inside the arena after the concert began, with youths hurling empty bottles, milk cartons and fruit onto the stage and nearby rock fans. Police moved in again and threw out about a dozen youths. One young woman was slightly injured by a flying bottle, police said."
- From a local review: "Fifteen thousand people (maybe more) crowded the Vigorelli last night for the last Italian concert of the group KIϟϟ. Even many teenagers (attracted more by the curiosity that the four masked musicians arouse, than perhaps by their music) assembled in order not to miss the — very spectacular — performance of the unique band. Outside the Vigorelli several thousand rather rowdy young people pushed to enter, even after the concert had begun without tickets — perhaps the price was too high for their pockets: 5 thousand lire — and were kept at bay with difficulty (and in some cases, it was necessary to resort to an ambulance to help some young people who had fainted, because of the mob). Inside: music, acrobatics, swarms of lights, applause, shouts, songs, and then, accidents. The incidents broke out around 10.30 p.m. About twenty young people began bombarding the police and the concertgoers in the front rows with tin cans, shouting Nazi slogans, and adding: 'You will all end up blown up like in Bologna'. At this point, young leftists started to chase the twenty unknown strangers, and the crowd wavered. The chase continued behind the stage barriers in a general stampede as panic grew. At 10.40 p.m. the Kiss concert began and the tension gradually diminished. It seems that the young people who praised the Bologna massacre were about twenty and they came to a fight with elements of Milanese Autonomy (an extreme left-wing organization). There were allegedly some injured among the right-wing youth. Ten minutes later, unknown people threw a Molotov cocktail from the upper tiers towards the outside, set fire to the electric generator located outside the Vigorelli. The flames were promptly brought under control and the KIϟϟ concert inside the venue went on uninterrupted. It has been at least ten years since last time there have been an organized intervention by right-wing elements at a rock concert. A similar episode (Roman salute, a way of greeting typical of the fascist party) happened in Turin at the Ramones concert. A gate was broken down, and a bunch of young people took advantage of it to get in for free. In any case, KIϟϟ gathered in Milan last night successfully wih a turnout that they would have hoped for the Genoa and Rome concerts too. Their show could not 'explode' to its full potential of fires, lights, and explosives due to the stage being covered in flammable material. There's no doubt, that even the tough crowd in Milan showed how much they were more than ready to 'play' with KIϟϟ, the foursome looked more like consummate rock men than aliens lost in an universe of technology, it just requires the push a of a button and both atmosphere and grandeur disappear" (Corriere Della Sera, 9/3/1980).
- During the show Molotov cocktails were thrown on stage forcing a 30 minute delay in the show.
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jaccodevries · 2 years
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Oukoop, op/afrit brug over de A2, Nieuwer Ter Aa #vigorelli #cinelli #shark #allblackcc #cinellivigorelli #cinellifamily #cycling #cyclingphotos #cyclinglife #bici #trackbike #tmworks #fixed #fixie #fixedgear #werideeveryday #bicycling #werideunderthesamesky #bicyclingnl #ridesolo #thenetherlands🇳🇱 (at Nieuwer-Ter-Aa) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce4C34fsWCs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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tempi-moderni · 11 months
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LA LEGGENDA DEL SANTO CORRUTTORE
di Marco Travaglio
Agli innumerevoli delitti commessi da vivo, B. ne ha aggiunto un ultimo da morto. Il più imperdonabile: averci lasciato questa corte di vedove (non le due vere e quella finta: tutte le altre), prefiche, leccaculi, paraculi, piduisti, terzisti, parassiti, prosseneti, camerieri, servi sciocchi e soprattutto furbi che da due giorni lacrimano per finta (solo lui riusciva a piangere davvero a comando) a reti unificate, devastando quel po’ di informazione e di dignità nazionale che gli erano sopravvissute.
Il giorno di lutto nazionale e i sette di lutto parlamentare, più che a B., sono un omaggio a Fantozzi e ai funerali della madre del megadirettore naturale conte Lamberti, immaturamente scomparsa all’età di 126 anni. Ora mancano solo la Coppa Cobram di ciclismo da Arcore a Pinerolo e la statua del de cuius all’ingresso del fu Parlamento, con inchino forzato e craniata incorporata per i cari inferiori.
Le cascate di saliva che tracimano da ogni canale tv e da ogni giornale regalano perle inimmaginabili persino nei suoi anni d’oro. L’ex conduttore Mediaset intervista su La7 il suo editore ex Mediaset su quanto era buono e democratico l’editore precedente che stipendiava entrambi prima che lo mollassero perché era troppo buono e democratico. L’ex direttore del Corriere Paolo Mieli si pente in diretta dell’unico scoop della sua vita, sull’invito a comparire del ’94 a B. per le mazzette alla Guardia di Finanza, accusa i pm di non averlo torchiato a dovere per estorcergli le sue fonti che lui avrebbe senz’altro spiattellato in barba alla deontologia professionale, e comunque si scusa pubblicamente per aver pubblicato una notizia vera. Renzi, un Berlusconi che non ce l’ha fatta, saltella da una rete all’altra per leccare la bara a distanza, sperando di ereditare qualche briciola dal desco del caro estinto, peraltro invano (a parte i processi). Il rag. Cerasa, un Sallusti che non ce l’ha fatta, dipinge sul Foglio col pennino intinto nella bava il leader più estremista e populista mai visto in Europa come “argine all’estremismo e al populismo” e, siccome era culo e camicia con Putin, pure come “seduttore atlantista”. Attori, registi e soubrette “de sinistra” spendono capitali in necrologi piangenti per l’amico Silvio, sperando che pure gli eredi si ricordino degli amici. Francesco Gaetano Caltagirone svela finalmente chi fa i titoli e gli editoriali del suo Messaggero, firmandone finalmente uno al posto dei soliti nom de plume: “Un uomo che ha lasciato un’orma profonda”. Più che altro, un’impronta digitale. E un vuoto incolmabile nelle casse dell’Erario.
Il Corriere fa rivoltare nelle tombe Montanelli, Biagi e Sartori col titolo cubital-vedovile “L’Italia senza Berlusconi”, presidiato da una schiera di lingue erette sul presentat’arm e seguito dalla doverosa intervista all’editore Cairo, che parla alla sua tv ma anche al suo giornale, casomai qualcuno pensasse che il berlusconismo è morto con B.. La Moratti assicura che la sua Rai del ’94 era liberissima perché B. l’aveva nominata presidente, ma poi non fece mai pressioni (non ce n’era bisogno), così lei poté nominare direttori i berlusconiani Rossella, Mimun e Vigorelli a sua insaputa. Le Camere Penali smentiscono persino Coppi (“B. perseguitato dai pm? Mai pensato”) e piangono comprensibilmente il cliente più illustre e munifico della categoria, “oggetto di una aggressione politico-giudiziaria che non ha precedenti nella storia della Repubblica”, visto che ha subìto “decine e decine di indagini e processi, con accuse fino alla collusione mafiosa e al ruolo di mandante di stragi, conclusesi con una sola condanna per elusione fiscale”. A parte il fatto che non fu per elusione né per evasione, ma per una frode fiscale pluriaggravata da 368 milioni di dollari, di cui 360 prescritti (come altri nove processi per gravissimi reati accertati, ma rimasti impuniti perché l’imputato aveva dimezzato i termini di decorrenza, senza dimenticare i fedelissimi finiti in galera al posto suo e i soldi alla mafia consacrati dalla sentenza Dell’Utri), le Camere Penose potrebbero vergare una nota identica per Al Capone: perseguitato con accuse di mafia, ma condannato “solo per elusione fiscale”.
Un solo beneficato, Vittorio Feltri, ha il coraggio di dire la verità: “Non posso parlarne male perché mi ha fatto ricco”. Tutti gli altri ammantano le pompe funebri di “rivoluzione liberale” che “ha cambiato l’Italia”, anche se si scordano le 60 leggi ad personam e non riescono a citare uno straccio di sua riforma che abbia migliorato la vita di qualcuno che non fosse lui. Infatti vanno forte le corna a Caceres, il cucù alla Merkel, lo sguardo lubrico alla Obama e la spolverata alla sedia, come se uno statista si misurasse dal numero di guittate. Ma il ridicolo eccesso santificatorio non si deve solo al fatto che B. s’è comprato mezza Italia che conta e l’altra mezza avrebbe pagato per vendersi. Chi ha retto il sacco a un bandito per decenni ora deve dimostrare che era cosa buona e giusta. E chi vorrebbe delinquere anche lui in santa pace, avendo perso il grande alibi, cerca almeno un lasciapassare e un santo patrono. Oscar Wilde diceva che “certi uomini migliorano il mondo soltanto lasciandolo”. Ma, ora che ha raggiunto il paradiso (fiscale), possiamo dire senza tema di smentita che il padrone morto era molto meglio dei servi vivi.
Il Fatto Quotidiano
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teenagedirtstache · 6 months
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In cotone e panno il gilet doppiato sul grosso pull a coste inglesi, pantaloni in cotone, bordi in maglia stretti alla caviglia, Basile; occhiali da ghiacciaio, Brigatti; guanti Portolano; trapunta Ciesse Piumini; stufa Fumisteria Vigorelli
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fabriziosbardella · 11 days
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Sabato sera alle 21 al Vigorelli di Milano  Frogs e Skorpions si affronteranno nel settimo fine settimana del campionato italiano di American Football. #footballamericano #frogs #skorpions #campionatoitaliano #sport #fabriziosbardella #primopiano  #inevidenza
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buzzmaxsports · 20 days
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European Clubs Eye Fiorentina Fullback Kayode for Potential Transfer
Fiorentina defender Michael Kayode is reportedly on the radar of numerous European clubs’ interest. Andrea Ritorni, head scout at VigoGlobalSport, the company of agent Claudio Vigorelli, confirmed the widespread interest in Kayode. Responsible for identifying Kayode as a stand-out talent, Ritorni will leave any further pieces of negotiation to Vigorelli, in his role as Kayode’s agent. However,…
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