Kinesio Tape Plantar Fasciitis

Elishani Hello!

Here we are after the holidays to call
hand to the group.
many materials are being organized for the many events taking place throughout the year. We're thinking
a new small publishing projects, seminars, games, campaigns, and who knows
, perhaps even a live.

So many things in the pipeline. For anyone who wanted to play,
head during organizational meetings, helping out the group
in its work (there's plenty to do: write, draw,
reorganize the computer part, resume lema
fled the fence ... ) and anything else that comes to mind, send an email to info @
elish. com with the subject: I want to retrieve one of the lema fled.

lema and about, here is a
pastime to do in these last days of summer ... yes, you can click here
... no, not them. here.

For the curious history of
Elish, we refer you to a brief Curriculum Vitae
Group be handled with caution.

soon with the good news of the Clan!

Sims 2 Mac No Cd Patch

origami Lema

A little pastime for most patients.

Click here.

soon.

My Ribs Are Sore, Is This A Growing Pain?

September issue

Finally, the September issue of our blog. To make us forgive the slight delay we offer a preview of the design on the cover (always on the miraculous hand of our cartoonist Mario Perrotta) of the new book by Dan Fante. Remember as always to comment, vote and report the stories that you like. Greetings from editorial ...

Slogans For Pediatrics

THE GENESIS AND OTHER rumors about DIO Luca Maiolino

Hello! My name is Tommy and I am a black dot that goes around a long sheet. The paper is white and goes to infinity, and I'm running over with all his might, until they are breathless. Then I stop and I pause for a while. It is a race in my damn life! I am all day with my friends supervelocissimi that blacks are three dots as they are to me: we are spherical and fast, and our black shining armor when we meet by chance a ray of light coming from the west. We dots slap us! I I was born one day, somehow, even my friends who know nothing. Lucio, one of them, for a time had claimed that God was the creator of everything I tell you who it was, repeatedly. This is the big boss himself, he is just that I'm talking about. But Franz, who was another black dot like us, seemed to be in possession of very sensitive information, and whispered with great caution .- It is impossible, I say. HE has yet to be born. I know for sure. It takes time for these things. Need the right amount of negative feelings, do not forget it, otherwise, what ever we need a God? -Lucio was not very excited about this release, but after a while 'he convinced himself, July while the debate was quite indifferent. I followed his line, especially since July I liked a lot. I do not care anything about the theological questions at me, I just wanted to walk with July.
For some time we had chosen a name for each individual, because it had seemed like a nice thing to do. Before the arrival of the names was quite depressing here. Everyone was rolling on his own from one part of the paper, and since each was the same as everybody else, ended up being "all others", and this feeling meant that anyone should wish to make friends. But when we decided on the names, everything was different, because at one point everyone had something unique that could be shared with the other dots, each dot and wanted to get that something from others. We began to feel an explosion inside, and we knew that it was our character that was forming. Thus friendships and from that day we rolled in groups. One problem remained, however: although in changed (in our mind, so to speak), we continued to appear in the physical are absolutely identical, so everyone knew his name but no one could be sure of the name of the other. We had to always ask for security. July
One day I asked if it was really July, and when I said yes I took a ride the two of us, with Lucio and Franz we were watching from a distance. They were jealous, those two, but they knew how things turned and certainly not turned on their side. She was in front of me and I was in front of her. I felt I was going to happen to something new and exciting, and I realized that July wanted to make it happen quickly, you could read it to him on the reflection's magnetic shield, but at that moment, the instant before they touch our bodies, I realized the terrible ambiguity of the situation that he brought with him. I remembered, in fact, that the choice of names was quite arbitrary. I mean, how did I know that it was indeed a "July" and not for themselves but have a close relationship with a "Charles" or something? Damn it, there was no way to check. So, dominated by anxiety cosmic Intimae the alleged July to abide away, or reduce you in a nice cube and ready, I said. She was frightened and that made me feel guilty, so I said, okay, if you really want to stay, come, as long as you're careful not to touch me. But she wanted to leave the same, in fact, my suspicion that those statements did nothing to upset her further, rather than bring it to a new and healthy spiritual calm, a result that instead I would have expected to get. He wanted to walk a bit 'on his own. She said she needed time to think. Was this an attempt to prove once and for all her femininity, since only a woman could come from a request so foolish? I must admit that I thought, but I came to the conclusion that it was worth the risk. As I rolled away pointed to a white point where we would meet again later. But since there was nothing to indicate which (because no one had invented the fingers) and even if she did would show a white dot identical to the rest of the paper, which ended July never returned back, even though I had continued to wait for all the time. When I explained the story to the boys, they wanted my ass. They were really angry, because they said to be haunted from the perspective of eternal loneliness that was waiting for our friend. Balle!, I say. They were tormented by the thought of not more potersela ingroppare, that's what. I also tried to enlighten them on the matter of names, but it was no use, such as those with two obtuse. So I had these two dots on his heels ready to skin me, and I was all alone in the middle of a sheet. They were dicks!, Even if I did not know what they were.
The first attack was to Franz, who took a short run and then come to me on at full speed, ramming on one side. We flew in both directions, and then falling back into the paper. I came out unscathed from the collision as a miracle, while Franz found himself one side crossed by a deep gray line. He almost did not make me out. An inch in the center and, poof, goodbye Tommy, the young black dot and sexy. I could not believe it. And they, until recently, were my friends! My only and most dear friends! Already the next attack could be lethal. I was scared to morte.Vidi that Lucius was about to take a run, rolling slowly backwards. Then he seemed to hesitate and then stopped. I realized what was happening, thank God. I too had felt a great sense of communion with Lucio, when Franz had become a black dot with a gray line drawn on one side. I had no gray lines and I knew that we had not even Lucio, and this simple consideration enough to make us feel more united. Suddenly both hungered make out Franz, Franz and also would like to get their hands on him, but he was the only dot stripes across the sheet and could not do a damn thing. So I started chasing him and Lucio, and when we managed to catch him we had already made on both sides, and with a great running start crushing in the middle. The impact was terrible and we all explode at once, spreading ourselves endlessly over the entire sheet, which became a huge black spot without perceivable boundaries. We were not dead though! But it was also very sad because, even if they still exist, it must be admitted that not having the most corporeal limits to define us as figures, it became hard to even know where we were, so we ended up thinking about death in an almost obsessive. One day he thought so intensely that we died for real and then there was nothing full of despair and that nothing addensatosi in a large transparent ball, was born God First, God opened his green eyes, and seeing only all alone in the middle of nowhere, he was terrified.

- By God - God said - This is the end! -

But the fun was only beginning.

Ikusa Otome Valkyrie Iiwatch

SAFARI POST NUCLEAR ATOMIC KISS Hotel Mexico

he left the strip pedestrian traffic lights, recycling, quiet neighbors, if you shoot anyone tell you that you were not a good guy. If the police come to arrest the women of your condo will take to the street and spit in the faces of police officers. Let alone the songs by Tiziano Ferro and Biagio Antonacci and begin to learn names like Raphael and Ida Renda. He left the state broadcaster, the Mediaset, Sanremo and begin to store on your television and Napolipiù Televolla. Get used to those selling heroin on your balcony, outside your elevator at the entrance of your garage. Sooner or later they will buy it too. Take place with or against the breakaway of Secondigliano. Go see the lilies in Barra pataniello grow and be on the shoulder. Occupied a house on the lot at Ponticelli zero and speak ill of the Roma Pick up the plush Hugs & Kisses, the Nokia N70, the Nike and Rayban Silver drop. The ceremony of your marriage will not end before five o'clock in the morning after the intervention of ten singers. Make a video with the phone and pretended to shoot a friend, put the soundtrack of the Camorra and put it on Youtube. Your sister works in a factory in San Jose Vesuvius bags and took two hundred euro. Per month. Your sister is a hairdresser in the sciampista the straight and earn two hundred euro. Per month. Your sister works in a cleaning and Cardarelli to take two hundred euro. Per month. Speak ill of the Piazza San Domenico metalheads and punks of the Piazza del Gesu Get two lamps per week, let's Cobretti ten euro. Buy the smoke to the third world, Pazzigno, the Duchess, in Health, a resin, the district Trajan. Buy fifty-inch LCD all'ipercoop Afragola, a navigation system for the Smart, the Dolby 5.1 and turn up the volume on the boss of bosses. Decided to do a robbery at Via Luca Giordano, decides to make a machine via Cilea, decides to make a SH from under a girl's Square Arenella. Living in San Giovanni in Teduccio, Via Stadera to Materdei in Rione De Gasperi, the Gescal, all'Inacasa, the one hundred sixty-seven. Go on a pilgrimage to Our Lady of the arc, walk with a banner hanging with the notes, Padre Pio pray before making a murder. Who are these traffic lights with brown face, why do not you go home. You do not go by them to wash his windows. Have the money to the merchants in your neighborhood for the lights, carpets, poinsettias, for the families of prisoners, for those of the system, for Madonna, junkies, say you send o'Russ Antonio, Genna or 'Criminal, Pasquale Bum Bum. Get your cocks, do not look people in the street, do not stop if you see one on the ground, beware of those who walk behind you, look at his watch, cell phone, purse, car, glasses, do you make a phone call when your girls fall at home because you are worried. Buy a stolen watch, a cell phone stolen, a stolen purse, a laptop stolen. They've got a truckload of Nike, a truckload of cameras, a truckload of sunglasses. On the way there are waste of three weeks. There are more mice that flies. Since this morning the police helicopter is over the bronx of St. John the fuck they want. Disabled fake, fake employees of the gas, the fake police checkpoint, fake handbags, film pezzotti, smuggled cigarettes, Barbie Pezzotti. I'll wait outside the club, outside school, outside the stadium. Go to harass ricchioni Gianturco, the black under the bridge of the burglary, the Polish out of the Mercedes. Ne'è if your father went with a Polish woman who was standing at the rail if you meet the kill.

Best Rated Mascara Remover

SUNDAY AFTERNOON Luca Money

Forget the cards,
is saved in the room with the closet light wood, a picture of last summer and that rocks all sitting around the table, the sun on the deck, call Fidelio call me now that I have time the balcony and half in and half out is cool, summer is Fidelio, is a song we heard together, but then you made me understand that one must choose, that the reef is far remained unchanged, that is me change, however, those ants that incessant drive out, clapping to the phrase shock to the phrase new to old music that kidneys to want to rest, tell me how you have Fidelio, for years now I understand it, and it's Sunday afternoon, as it has never been in those shutters we hide you and me my friend ... a quiet and armchair the framework of the swimmers, I poured a glass of whiskey with no ice and warnings and I hope to be surprised and stunned, and you tell people reverberations small ravines and plastic tubs solo while the others all the others have fun with blonde hair, after I come I, too, because I do not believe the summer is long and there is room for everyone, for your winning smile. It explained to me, to all who look at your last show

The refrain goes up the sun and the case file all my open questions that remain sharp and consciousness in

not clash Fidelio, and the other time you trusted your friend

Dried Blood Discharge Seasonique

LIVE evil inclinations

The wonderful evening.
The stage of Shea Stadium in New York before us is immense and there are fifty thousand people waiting to hear you play. The sight and the screams are coming the goose bumps. But something is wrong, the band does not turn black and I'm pissed off. Joe Strummer and Mick Jones is mad as hens peck, Paul Simonon is sitting on the sidelines and they forgot about everything and Topper Headon, as usual, is doped up to heroin.
Here goes all to hell. But the Clash
me motherfuckers, mettetevelo that into your head and if tonight does not sound like God intended, I jumped off the stage to kick ass.
Strap on my trusty telecaster, the volume is at maximum. The other finalists are placed in their place, waiting for a sign from me to begin with. Ugly bitches, I'll deal with you after the concert.
You go on stage and start with Should I Stay Or Should I Go, are only two chords, but the riff that comes out is a devastating punch to the stomach. This piece, a little 'mods and a little' punk, does raise the dead and it is best to open the evening.

... Darling you gotta let me know Should I Stay Or Should I go ...?

The crowd is delirious, better than that we could not start. We do well in with picks and other people will not save. Jump and run like a man possessed and with my guitar Sferro blows to right and left.

... This indecisions bugging me Esta undecision me molesta ...

The stadium has run on fire. I sweat and spit blood on the public anger and vomiting all my adrenaline. Under the stage pogano which is a beauty. I'm the king of rock'n roll I'm in charge here and I want to see you busting, beat the living daylights and fell to the ground bleeding, because that's how it's done.

... Me tienes que desir Should I cool it or should i blow? ...

The piece is finished. The ovation from the crowd splits the eardrums of most of our decibel marshall but while I enjoy the moment, the door of my room opens. The door is the huge figure of my father in his underwear and tank top, her mouth is smeared with sauce and the look of one who hath been poisoned angry and left the table while he was eating. I remain petrified with fear. Approaching at a slow pace and with a face that does not bode well. Reach out exaggerated the size, I close my eyes instantly. I hear the stereo volume drop and when I open my eyes I find him to ten inches from me. Pants from his nose like a bull at the bullfight.

He goes slamming the door. The room shakes under a fifth of the earthquake on the Richter scale and the shelves fall knickknacks and furnishings. Immediately turn off the stereo when he does that because it is better not upset. I take the disc from the dish with extreme care and put it in a cardboard case, this bootleg of the concert of The Clash at Shea Stadium has cost me a fortune but it was worth it. But tomorrow, I put on The Song Remain The Same, the live Led Zeppelin, then braced my legendary Gibson Les Paul, and so let's see who the fag that hangs on me and Jimmy Page.
Yes, I just want to see.

How To Get Unlimited G For Side Kick Lx

MATURE AT A TIME OF CALABRIA Dario Cioffi

Month of July, the last decade, fish out the exact date when it would be a difficult task but since I know that without knowing how to sleep tonight anyway, and go over flyover. Twelve students, recent graduates, all at the "magic" high school "Francesco Severi" in Salerno (fifth class Q, due to stress), they decide to celebrate with a week's holiday in a resort now consecrated its maturity. To them (ie us) are in addition two loved "intruders": Flavio, Gabriella's boyfriend at the time (one of three women to our result and the person so dear to me), and Amedeo (for all "the Mesali" - which translates in Italian means "tablecloth" Kitchen - affibbiatogli nickname so that it is simplistic to define genius by a policeman in front of the stage "Arechi" after a search of his backpack before a game of Salerno, who had emerged from the bottom of the bag by Amedeo something like 4:00 to 5:00 sandwiches - for 90 'match seemed to be enough). That trip to Calabria, to which I was thinking from almost two years, was really an exciting, exhilarating, funny, like much of that unforgettable five years experience in high school. Before departure
organize rooms, dividing them into three apartments. The first, for the three girls: the above mentioned Gabriella, Maria (called "the law "for his frequent references in case law, needless to say today is that university faculty members ...) and Alessandra, nice and quiet girl who - back - I can say that if he had lived a little 'not far from our" ditch "school would be certainly been appreciated more. Second apartment, and here I was not able - with the few lines that I have - all the way to render justice to the complexity of the characters. I try. In all there are bungalows: Virginia (nicknamed the "big head", my "colleague" of representative institution in the last year of school, his world Only one copy has been made - and thank goodness! - Do not forget his name because we shall return later), Enzo (at first glance seems to be "the eternal discontent," the man who does not give you ever reason, but knows that if you die with laughter inspired), George (" the Pompele ", this is his last name, is the faithful partner Enzo, the most seraphic and quiet ... except when it begins to practice his favorite sport drink!), John (known as" the accountant "for clothing never out of place, the more so perhaps, the evolution of his personality has been in Rossini's time, a growing boy, generous and always available) and the already mentioned Flavio (nicknamed "Abu" for the darkest complexion and the fact that the excellent Gabry called him to report to bring your bags miss Flavio, excellent dancer of Latin American and stuff - I'm too novice to enter in detail -, was really a slave to the dark continent). And here, finally, we come to my room. As always, the most numerous: a "five-fold with an extra bed," meaning invented by us, of course. The group consists of: Darius (my namesake and "big brother" acquired, a "gentle giant" of one meter and ninety one hundred and thirty pounds - today perhaps something more - life is water polo, where applicable, the body-guard and has a passion for the Armed Forces, although it has decided that there will never), Antonio (another brother to me, a classmate since high school as well as "backyard" living in the same building, harsh nature only in appearance, in reality a well of surprises and fun for a few years we have dubbed "the storyteller" for his ability to invent credibilissime stories never have occurred, is now the police officer), then there is Carmine ("the Gypsy happy," one who does not want to bother or want to receive, live content with small things, a little 'old' in ways of doing but when he is with us is a "pariata"); again, Mario's (the "Saggese," by name, another character of rare reproducibility, more friendly and helpful of a missionary, only flaw is a bit ' general knowledge, especially geography), the aforementioned Mesali (born Amedeo) and finally myself.
So much for the rooms, designed to meet the needs of all. Locally, of course, would then become of everything but do not foresee it as a journey of eighteen neo-mature?! For example, Antonio and Mesali would be slapped on some cookies (in anticipation of what would have been so blatant in a few months a scene is emblematic of the 2003 edition of Big Brother), Enzo would have criticized the fact that Flavio is bought with money plums of EU expenditure, while Dario - to 18.30 every day -, slightly ahead of the common habits of humans, would begin to show signs of imbalance prematurely urging everyone to leave the beach to the battle cry: "Teng 'hungry ... I to Agios kitchen." How wonderful! But it's not the facts themselves, succeeded during our stay at the village, "Little Chief" of Capo Rizzuto, I cared about. Rather, I want to tell you about our trip. And what a trip! Depart on Friday night, two hours from Salerno train station. By train, of course. The licenses are still few and then, honestly, what my father would never hand a child a car that goes on a "place of no return?". At the station, a cure all, there is Mr. Sergio, the father of Darion - Railway Police officer - a person who would be able to make you feel safe even late at night in the alleys of the English Districts Naples. The son, physically, it took from him! I think you get the idea. Virginia, as is normal, is the most dependent of all: he himself with the inevitable "bonghetto" - he is an extraordinary percussionist - and a good dose other "sciartapelle" (so called in our part of the items "futile") as established style. We all feel a bit 'excited for us is a bit' as a first - or maybe, who knows, the last - day of school. The charm, however, breaks down quickly. When we get on the train, in fact, on board ahead of several hundred people, thrown on the floor in the corridors as refugees who are consuming a long agony. We intend to immediately, in short, that it would be just really a true "journey of hope." But what a trip! At first, in vain, looking for a place in the compartments, walking along a couple of coaches. What a tragedy! Fortunately we have something to be happy to climb into the chair because it is now my friend Mesali, which is known to us for a little problem that plagues: he does not see much good. So, banging around in his duffel bag adapted Arena, the Mesali ends up not noticing a man - but I play all nationalities unknown sull'indiana - who was blissfully dozing, stretched out along the corridor. Amedeo (Mesali is always, do not forget) before the trampling a couple of times, then after having suddenly awakened from sleep, slams the suitcase in the face. Why? Because while we are all divided between laughter and shame watching in the face of the poor Indian, Amadeus has not yet noticed anything at all and will be undeterred in its devastating march, stepping over another "alleged" Indian, luckily for him less sleepy than the last. Long live the "level playing field"! In 5:00 to 6:00, we lurk in the only free corner of the train before the bathroom. Our women find refuge in one compartment - magic of being "female" -; Virginio shrivels in the corridor clutching his bonghetto miss was a weanling son, Flavio "will pump" of Latin music and Enzo is a constant complaining against everything and everyone. We, in front of our bathroom, we begin our favorite sport: "Make revolution" someone. I "bresuott" name that defines the Calabrian Darion, are favorite targets. Mesali Meanwhile, lurking right in front of the door that gives access to the bathroom, is ill-treated by passengers who collide on time to go for their needs before the diabolical mind of Antonio gives birth the most brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bthe night before billboard posted the door marked "bathroom out of service" and the comings and goings of people who disturb our peace to go to pee just becomes an ancient memory. Brilliant. The journey is exhausting physically speaking, the bags are our pillows of luck but between continuous and endless jokes Laughter also the dawn of the windows is made of silver (that's Baglioni, Dario not Cioffi) and our goal seems ever closer. The train, stop after stop, it gradually displaced. We come together making a bad night's mini-budget passed in the ground, then the speaker announces our arrival. In the shuttle train from the village we levy - a cost I seem to remember salty - and lead us to the destination. Are 8.30 in the morning, for delivery in the rooms so we still have to wait, so better to put your luggage and immediately plunge in the pool: "So, at least, we rinsed well ..." - so spoke Darion.

Do Celebs Wax Their Sideburns

by an interview with Vania Castelfranchi (Marianna Tomasi - 2003)

How did Elish?

I do not want to dwell much on Elish. I think that talking about an RPG is like telling a show or a movie: the dissection of a corpse, the stuffed animal. You can describe each bristle of hair, every internal organ, even the emotion that gave the movement of its tail, but the anatomy of a body is not the body and do not reproduce the complexity.

I'm a big supporter of the theories Artaudian and I can not help but feel a sense of nausea in the synthesis of complex systems and rhizomatic (from Rizoma Deleuze and Guattari) as those behind the structures of a stage direction or role-playing game.
For many it will seem a way to exaggerate the importance of role-playing games and giving him a magnified this value because the market of the Italian game has devalued the role-playing games (behind the same old, boring and old logic of money) to sales brochures continues, forms, manuals, miniatures, various gadgets. No. The role-playing games are a lot more and should benefit not only more famous but a higher development and a critical eye.
In Italy there are few researchers of the game, few scholars writing interesting and very rare.
Elish born as a gamble, a kind of scream to give a jolt to an environment a bit 'slow and stagnant.

The market, embody one of the many arms of kraken, Power / Violence / Oppression, generating less and less dynamic in the sense of Dionysian rituals and rites increasingly leaned toward Apollonian, routine, restorers, it soon ensnared the role-playing game in a logic of addiction, not creation.

Like a perverse reading of the method of Moreno, instead of stimulating the "healthier side" to create fantastic new tools and give yourself the opportunity to create the mirrors, the objects of care and refraction of themselves, the sense was reversed, the role-playing game has turned the paper and the king has become the "mad-merchant."
The player is no longer a demiurge, can only create within the limits set by the manual as well, violent wave of creative energy, continually asking new writings, adventures cooked, expanded rules and expansions. I do not mean a game without rules, speak of a pervert play, where the rules are created not to protect the internal dynamics and space / time of the game, but just to sell more, only to be improved or expanded.
is happening to role play what happens to computers that are in their nature require the purchase of new products for use in time, otherwise their progress is blocked by the programs unusable because destabilized by the limits of the market.

"In the beginning there was the dragon 'returns the cover of the first manual Dungeons & Dragons . When the audience rose, swelled like a tidal wave ready to break free, a wise move would be to give away all, to communicate, "you go ahead, invented the innovations of our game, this is just an idea! "but the market has begun to reverse the logic game and has evolved from ludens in" Eraser. "

Thus began the long and endless monologue of the vendors and the Dragon has also become Gargoyle (expansion expert of Dungeons & Dragons ), then Beholder and so on according to other variants.

Today, every role-playing game owns not less than 50 expansions of each type (regulatory, scenery, environment) to feed the rounds of money-market role-playing game .

Elish wanted to break the wave and, as a small or tiny, he succeeded. The great role-playing game in Italy, those who studied and talked about it for some time as Luca Giuliano, Piermaria Marazziti, Andrea Angie, Beniamino Sidoti (to name a few, those with whom we have had more contact), they turned and watched with the raised eyebrow, a bit 'annoyed and very interested, this tiny entity.

Elish was simply self-handling, infinitesimal in the market complex role-playing game, a book that contained a way to play existing in Italy, but of which we spoke and wrote little. The regulation stated: "We publish very little, we will not make major expansions or more! Therefore appropriate for these pages and invent, experiment, feel free to create. "
It was not a real innovation or revolution, but there never was a gesture so visible, political, declared and practiced in a manner so direct.
Mille games pushed the game to wide fame, to a second corrected edition, selling over 1200 copies, the output of the second volume, but all materials published by Elish have always been tied to the desire for independence. There is no true submission
between authors and players, each player Elish creates new races and new lands, he became the author! It is so ridonava

authority and power of independence to users. The player took over the reins of an "artistic direction" of your imaginary world.

Elish conceived evolution of the sectarian world of games. The market (again, damn!) Had not used the players to be amateurs, but connoisseurs of deep manuals, books, fields of fantasy.

was born the ghostly figure of the Nerd (remember the movie), the loser in life who throws himself on the imaginary (with dependence) of comics, games or hobbies and there lies his redemption and his happiness, but He was not born in no soundness, no care for their illnesses, there is instead the divertissement the game as a hobby and distraction from the real.

power, as Dario For often says in his writings, he loves that kind of joke very Apollonian, linked to the joke, entertainment (more or less cultural), which precisely distracts for a while 'time from the problems and suggests joyfully. A pause. The deep as if there is no sense of pause, it is rather defined as a different breath on reality and all the joy that you can try to live it in is given a taste of knowledge, from a rite of training and socialization. Happiness is not a distraction, even to concentrate and form new bonds with a lot himself and with the outside.

Elish therefore declared that the doors were wide open, that the role play was wide open to all and gave us practical reason (as he loved to experiment Moreno). We took the gaming tables of improvised spontaneous and immediate role in the public gardens, schools, involving people of all ages, even in the subway. Everyone was playing. This was and is Elish.

---------

to read the full interview click here .

soon with the Good News of the Clan