Membership Confirmation Letter

In the end, always liked.

I just finished reading "Emmaus" to Alessandro Baricco.

Despite criticism of this writer. Although they say a lot about him, even unflattering. Criticism as a writer too "trendy", too coy. I have always found something sublime in his books. Every time. Ever since I read "Castelli di Rabbia" back in 1999 (according to what says my book store). Since I read "Oceanomare", "City". And all the others.

All his books have something to write.

Emmaus is the story of four boys, Luke, Bobby, the Holy and the nameless narrator, who live their faith in today's world overlooking adulthood amid uncertainties, impulses and fears. They are regular visitors of the parish, dedicated to the voluntary and respectful of the Catholic liturgy. In this quiet and, apparently, unassailable, germinates and grows the desire to transgress and gestures to get close to "crazy" typical of other young people. The four come in contact with a world so different from each other and meet Andrea, a girl that will upset their lives uninhibited by accompanying them to the discovery of pain, sex and fear.

"There is an episode that we love very much, as the name he bears, Emmaus." Baricco thus introduced to the mouth of the narrator in first person plural, the story of the first appearance the disciples of Jesus, as told in the Gospel of Luke (24:13). The Gospel says that the two disciples on the road to Emmaus meet a man and not recognizing him as the Messiah, tell him the story of the crucifixion of Jesus to dinner only when the man broke the bread, they see the Messiah but he finally disappears, leaving them with a question: "How could we not understand?".

In this question is the essence of the whole book. As we could not understand, he asks one of the protagonists;

"How could we not know, for so long, nothing of what was, and still sit at the table of all things and people we met along the way? Hearts small - they we have great illusions, and on completion of the walk as disciples of Emmaus, blind, alongside friends and loves that do not recognize - trusting in a God who does not know himself. For this we know the start of things and then we receive the order, always missing their hearts. We aurora but epilogue - a perennial late finding.
There will perhaps be a gesture that will make us' understand. But for now, we live, everyone. "

[...]" However, I was brought up a stubborn resistance, which considers life a noble duty, to be carried out in dignity and fulfillment. They gave me strength and character, for this, and the legacy of each of their sadness, because I did treasure. So I understand that will not die 'ever - if not in passenger movements in and forgettable moments. I doubt that any sharper than my fear will be revealed to go. And so will
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