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Poverty, 5% of households do not have money for food


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Il 15,4% arriva con molta difficoltà a fine mese. Reddito inferiore a 2mila euro per una famiglia su due

ROMA - Il 5,3% delle famiglie italiane alla fine del 2007 ha dichiarato di avere avuto nel corso dell'anno «momenti con insufficienti risorse per l'acquisto di cibo». Il dato emerge dall'indagine dell'Istat sulla distribuzione del reddito e le condizioni di vita in Italia. A fine dell'anno precedente il numero delle famiglie in difficoltà con gli acquisti di alimentari era risultato il 4,2%. Particolarmente critica la situazione delle coppie con tre o più figli, delle famiglie monoparentali (in particolare le madri sole) e degli anziani soli. Per quanto riguarda le famiglie con almeno tre figli, il 25% ha difficoltà ad arrivare a fine mese, l'8,1% non ha soldi per le food expenditure and 25.3% had difficulty finding money for clothing.

POVERTY - Rent from 14.6% to 15.4% in the number of families who said they come with great difficulty at the end of the month. Istat notes' very marked signs of distress "to the south and islands, and especially in Sicily where the number rises to 10.1% of families with problems of resources for food. The best situation is recorded in the province of Bolzano and Emilia Romagna.

INCOME - A two households in 2006 earned less than € 1,924 per month, with an increase in income of 2.8% compared to 2005, which was then above inflation to 2.1%. On average, Italian families have received net income of approximately € 2,379 per month, however, the value equals 61.8% below average and in all southern regions. The Istat survey confirms the strong inequality in the distribution of income recorded in previous years, not only among families of North and South, but also in the south where it is confirmed a wide gap between rich and poor families.

DINNER - According to a survey of Confesercenti, the Italians will spend on Christmas for dinner and lunch together, just over 2.5 billion euro. Since, however, shows a decrease of 7% over last year. 3% (EUR 1.8 million Italians) this year will not make dinner or Christmas dinner because of the difficulties economic.

medical expenses - According to ISTAT, notably increased the difficulties in coping with the medical costs (11.1% against 10.4% in 2006), while they are smaller families who have experienced problems in providing regularly bills (8.8%, compared to 9.3% in 2006) and heating (10.7%, against 10.4% in 2006). Then rise to 16.9% of the families who were unable to find the money to buy clothes you need (in 2006 it was 16.8%).

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Movie is dead Bettie Page, Queen of Pin-Up

Los Angeles, December 12 - (Adnkronos) - Bettie Page, pin-up queen of American and 'died last night in a hospital in Los Angeles. He was 85. The announcement of the death of the actress and model and 'was given in a statement posted on the official website of the Page. Three weeks ago she was hospitalized for pneumonia and Tuesday 'last suffered a heart attack.

The smooth skin, deep blue eyes, the raven hair, the smile and air of innocent girl next door were his trademarks, and at the same time, a fascinating combination of explosive, enough to make her a legend. Bettie Page, nice and naughty, shy and bold, simple and sophisticated, 'was the inspiration for many photographers of the '50s and '60s.

Born April 22, 1923 in Nashville (Tennessee), following the divorce of parents, age 'of 10 years and together with the sisters Bettie Page is entrusted to an orphanage, where he remained for about a year. Very soon enter into a community 'and assisted them to' learn to cook, read, write and sew, skills 'that this find himself' in the future as his ally. During the years of high school student turns out to be very valuable. In addition to a lot of satisfaction in their studies, and Bettie 'member and director of the drama club, student club's treasurer and co-editor of the school newspaper and yearbook.

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not elsewhere but today in Rome

When it comes to maximum systems, it always seems that, yes, the cause is just, but the concept in its concreteness is always too far away. I speak of racism: the sinister, of words culturally preposterous, mixed racial hatred and ignorance, attitudes, often characterized by "Gorillas" almost to delimit the field of action. Nowhere else but in Rome today, not someone else but me.

ROME - It so happens that, on a cold and sunny day in early December, the coach of the metropolitan 9.20 Lepanto direction, go up at the Termini stop the "same" lady with the cart that carries his stereo and microphone. I say "usual" because those who live in public transportation knows the personalities, the "specks", faces, situations that occur beneath the city. She for a living, singing. Often seen running for the subway with her husband, a man presumably ethnic Roma - but presumably Moldovan nationality - with a mustache who plays the violin. Him to live, passes the bow on the strings. They eat sandwiches sitting on metal benches accommodating the stations and the wind of the train that arrives is not what the change. Characters of the twenty-first century. Icons of poverty and a state of things - economic and social - which should above all lead to a reflection. Not shoes on their feet, but only slippers. Not life in their eyes, but only fatigue. Difficulty of living.

I am sitting in a row of all women: pretty, with the shield that does so much independence, unwittingly attract the eyes of two "male" leaning against the door. Almost forty years, combed and fur jackets: a clock shines under the clean shirt and a Gucci handbag style check in his red brown. Each of us, and emphasizes, to himself, he thinks that "there are more men than once." I still read the newspaper. The singer starts singing leaning to the next port. From my angle, I see. Peace of Mind: a few minutes I arrived at work.

"Do not look if it bothers you," shouts the singer and the car becomes not what you expect. Between Republic and Barberini, the woman singer is defended by a "homo erectus" that sits in front. The young man, about thirty years, has tirelessly pulled the plug that connects the microphone amplifier lady-singer. And now she defends herself - "I have paid for the ticket" - from accusations of him - "You stink, you must be Anna, nun you understand?".

He is - only to watch it - impossible. Black jacket to knee, light jeans, shaving imperfect, skinny but tall, woolly hat on his head. Moving on: Roman accent, "win and win" as the telephone ring, tone of voice very high.

The altercation is amplified and Mrs. singer drops to Barberini, throwing the young gypsy curses. He was satisfied and returned to mutter, trying to steal some applause from the wagon. Silence. Two young black men are looked at. A group of Romanians dirty lime mutters something.

I'm already completely out of my head and I get up, going up to him. Another girl, on the other end of the car, gets up. We are two, from opposite directions. He - the moralizing - is still sitting oblivious. Do you think we should go down. She - who then turns out to be a young lawyer - turns to the moralizing and tells him "ashamed." I rise in the dose, "but in what world do you live?".

Da uomo, il moralizzatore diventa un piccolo stronzo qualunque. Balbetta cose del tipo “’ste buoniste”, “Ve devono rapì i fiji”, “Magari ve rubano dentro casa”, "Puzzave de carogna e stava pure davanti a me". Poi sventolando il quotidiano Metro che riporta una notizia sull’ennesimo giro sporco del campo rom di Casilino 900, prova ad avvicinarsi a noi e a dire “eccoli chi sò i rom…eccoli chi sò…”.

Io lo guardo in faccia e gli dico “sei ridicolo”. L’avvocata si inalbera e gli ricorda che siamo tutti delle persone. Una donna sulla cinquantina, con i capelli rossi e vestita da artista, si alza e grida “quella lady you've driven is a singer. " He is on the ropes. He stutters and return to the previous port where it starts to chatter with those two "stupid" - mentioned above - that Subaugusta at Lepanto had done no more than watching things not them.

Gorillas are now three. Between us and them only partition - which no longer exists, but it is a kind of plastic mat - between a car and another. Us to a door. Them to another. Accusations abound. "Failed" we cry. "Feel-good" they cry. "Go down to the next, it should be ..." says the lawyer. "A singer? Maddecchè printed in talks " they mutter. "Fuck" is heard from somewhere else. "Failed" cried in chorus.

The speaker interrupts us: "Next stop Lepanto." The gorillas do not know that the doors are opened at the station on the other side and block the entry of new passengers. "Ao, and let me enter" reproaches them with an old raincoat, unaware of everything.

three of us, even if on purpose, we go down to Lepanto. Together. We are looking at. We have no words. I watch the clock. I'm late. We all three late, I think. I lift my eyes again, the greeting that seems to embrace that. I winked and the mathematical certainty that even those women are more than once.