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Taheré, che prima di allora non era mai uscita da Tarso, arrivata a Massawa si ritrova in un universo nuovo, risonante di cento lingue diverse. Un universo di volti e occhi, soprattutto occhi. Occhi neri persiani e occhi azzurri circassi, occhi di mercante e occhi di camallo, occhi rotondi o socchiusi, morbidi d'oppio o freddi di paura. Decide che vuole imparare a conoscere le storie di quegli </atom:summary><link>http://storiadihumay.blogspot.com/2010/04/capitolo-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (francesca/temrusyyeh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705404017970239524.post-4362976107486512372</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T22:05:08.903+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Keren</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bahman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Iran</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asmara</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Abadan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Savak</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Massawa</category><title>Storia di Humay Bahrnegassì - 2</title><atom:summary>Storia di Humay Bahrnegassì - 2
Andando oltre il ponte che congiunge Taulud all'isola di Massawa, Humay e Bahman si dirigono verso destra. Superano l'edificio ormai abbandonato del vecchio Lido e si fermano sul molo vicino al cinema all'aperto, che è in disuso da anni. Sarebbe bello sedersi ad un tavolino nella piazzetta e mangiare i gamberoni fritti di Tedros, come una volta, prima del </atom:summary><link>http://storiadihumay.blogspot.com/2010/03/capitolo-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (francesca/temrusyyeh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZV6DPv337c/S6-9nj2nCRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Av3HuDpIWrA/s72-c/alberi+morti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705404017970239524.post-161601901950094439</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T22:04:48.560+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kefia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Taulud</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eritrea</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bahman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liberazione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kongo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fronte</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Massawa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1978</category><title>Storia di Humay Bahrnegassì - 1</title><atom:summary>

Dopo il ponte si arriverà in vista di Massawa.Humay e Bahman camminano lentamente, con il passo misurato di chi è abituato a percorrere lunghe distanze a piedi. Dall'abbigliamento sono riconoscibili come appartenenti al Fronte Popolare di Liberazione: divisa stracciata, kefia e sandali di gomma, i mitici kongo.Siamo in febbraio, il sole tramonterà a momenti e subito dopo la notte arriverà </atom:summary><link>http://storiadihumay.blogspot.com/2010/03/capitolo-6-dopo-il-ponte-si-arrivera-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (francesca/temrusyyeh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZV6DPv337c/S5qpkB03gGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zsPPCZG0dIU/s72-c/PONTE" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705404017970239524.post-6259199241163220266</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T22:04:26.129+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eritrea</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bahman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mosca</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Massawa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tamara</category><title>Storia di Humay Pishdādiān - 1</title><atom:summary>

Quando rimase sola, raccolse gli amuleti e si diresse verso sud, seguendo il ricordo di un racconto. Così arrivò a Massawa, e da lì all' Isola Verde. Ritta sull'antico pontile di legno dove riposavano un tempo i pescatori di perle, seguiva con lo sguardo uno stormo di uccelli. Poco lontano dormiva un pirata. Lo riconobbe, e il primo impulso fu di fuggire. Fu ancora come sentire il tocco rovente</atom:summary><link>http://storiadihumay.blogspot.com/2010/03/dariush-ha-ventanni-ed-e-pieno-dodio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (francesca/temrusyyeh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZV6DPv337c/S6EmFE7ccCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/U23LO6ShssU/s72-c/Massawa+cap.5" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

