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  1. Doc. Volt
    hey guys, i was looking from some old stuff in my gramma's wardrobe.. and i found an old box.. with lot of old pictures and stuff.. and i found a letter from my grand-grand-father, i felt like i had to share it... sorry for the translation but it wasn't in italian but my dialect (Venetian language) so some words are unknown even to me
     
    "No one can win the Axis my dear wife, that day will come when we will return home victorious.
    Together we hope that next attack comes fast, so to exterminate this famous Red Army as soon as possible; as they say to us it is large, but it seems a large sheep without a shepherd, that is a whole army can never mess with the glorious march of the axis of the brave soldiers who walk solid and sure-footed toward the victory . Russian planes came to bomb us. As usual, have not hit anything , not even by mistake.
     
    Dear wife, if you can send a package, please put also matches in it: tomorrow they will ship a parcel with inside two tires for bicycle, a bit of coffee, not much, but it is all i could gather, a little bit of tea, two pieces of bread, this evening the captain received TWO packs and in one there was in Tuscany cigars and tobacco, he gave it to me.. may god bless him
    This morning the General Inspector of the tanks at the Ministry of War Quarra visted us, which is our ultimate authority I was asked to give a taste of driving in front of him . And it went well, although I only had an old man in the hands of half a wrecked wagon breaking … this poor Autoblindo is a mess , travelled all day , we arrived at midnight in Cervignano , where the lieutenant warned us that we had to cross a very dangerous area , where most trains are hit by gusts of machine gun and rifle fire from the rebels Slavs. We distributed a couple of hand grenades and let us load the musket and told us to stay in the leg to cross this area , between Ljubljana and Postojna Cave
    Mr. Colonel, came to know that we were given little to eat, planted a "romanzina" (lot of complaints) to somebody , if we instantly noticed, ate pasta with a good ration of sausage and butter , and so I filled a good time. In this city there is a large hospital and all the German soldiers that you see are all suffering, those of an arm , some a leg, all veterans from Russia. To see all these mutilated made me feel bad for them, but as dad told me.. I didn’t pay attention and I carried on.
    In those days also came down from the slopes and a division was a huge mess of machines, the columns were all double and triple in some places , you walked all day to make fifty or sixty km. Those who bring more confusion of all are the Germans , they want to go at all costs and infiltrate our columns , we have fun when you want to switch to cut off the road , turn to him the boxes and more than once the machines are touched the dumper and they tore tarpaulins, broke everything, then came the discussions and we almost felt like beat a pair of punches to a couple of those idiot Germans ... still they are funny guys when you get to catch them from the right side.
    Soon victory will be ours.. now that I see Frantz or whatever he is called sleeping near me.. and I see all of those panzers and machine guns.. I feel the victory my dear wife.. soon I will be home, soon I will get to see Federico again."
     
    but... you all know how history goes... he died in a russian POW camp
  2. Doc. Volt
    just got this email from my commander XD
     
    To all the volunteers with paramedic specialization :
     
    between public events coverage and 118 (Italian 911) service we are facing one of the toughest weekends of the whole year because the upcoming event and the floods in the nearby zones.
     
    I ask you therefore an act of responsibility, knowing that the result of any sacrifice that you will made will be exclusively and directly for the benefit of our local committee of Red Cross :
     
    this evening , please contact the referents and make yourself available to cover the many rounds yet discovered.
     
    as I've got to say yesterday on the occasion of the 20th anniversary of the operating station in Verona , our strength comes from the good will and sense of responsibility that volunteers like you put in the service on these issues and we are second to none in the province but probably also in the region and maybe in the hole nation.
     
    The time has come to give a further demonstration to them, now get out and save some lives
     
    I thank you all in advance for what you can do.
     
     
    The Commander in charge Riccardo
  3. Doc. Volt
    You know, sometimes you need to think about stuff that happens to you, and take the best from them
    I have been in a relationship with the same girl for 4 years and half, then, everything was gone, yeah I was destroyed because I left the army for her, but hey, I learnt something, you want to know what? What is real love
     
    I am Catholic, and I’d like to tell you that we should love in the way that god loves us, but I will not go in this way, I will just say you something, he loves us for what we are, for what we do and with all of our problems and defects, he even loves us when we are wrong, loving somehow, really loving somehow means that you accept the other for what he/she is, with all of his defects, and you don’t try to force them to remove them.. you accept the other person for what he/she TRULY is, if you really love her, you would love her for what she really is, with her damn anxiety, with her damn will to control whatever you do, for her strong attitude, and she would have loved me for what I really am… but this is the past… I accepted her and loved her ALSO for her defects, and I made them something special, she never did, and I see it only now. (my story)
     
    If you love your son, if you truly love him, you will not be happy or love him because he accomplished YOUR dreams, if your son want to be a writer or a philosopher, and you couldn’t be an engineer because your father died and you had to take his company, you will not force your son to be what you weren’t able to be, you will let him what he TRULY is, even if he told you a truth that you couldn’t expect (my friend story)
     
    Guys, I am tired when I talk to people.. really.. think about this, bare me, how many times did you saw evil in a person you are talking with? Almost never… but how much immaturity did you saw? Lot lot and lot, I am tired of 60 years old children, I am tired of immature idiots who can’t take their lives in their hands and do what a man is supposed to do… they just make them self and the others around them and who loves them sad and miserable.. just because they LIKE to droll in their situation, they droll in their sadness, they want people around, it is more than right and acceptable to want people around to help you.. but damn.. I am TIRED of seeing people using this as an EXCUSE to live! Where did you left your balls son? (my personal experience)
     
    How many times, you thought “ehi I am happy, I love all of my friends around me” and then when you truly need them, they basically turns into smoke? How many time did you found yourself only with a few around you when you need them? This is life, it is not a problem, it is not a sin, you just need to live knowing and accepting this, but what I wanted to truly say is this: stop thinking you are in a bad condition, before looking at your shit and to see the defects in the others, look at the other misery, and then look at yourself at the mirror, see what you truly are, and get better, stop thinking you are loving a person, think about it, realize if you truly love it, think “do I love him/her for what he truly is? Or I want him/her to be what I want?” do the same with your friends, judge your own life and your actions, and always ALWAYS accept the other for what he/she truly is, and I go again a bit religious here.. love each other like HE loves us, for what we truly are, stop drooling in your shit, get your spear, get your weapons and knives, and fight against the shit that life throws at you every day
     
    “Fatti non foste a viver come bruti, ma per seguire virtute and canoscenza”
    “you weren’t made to live like animals, but to follow values and knowledge”
  4. Doc. Volt
    So guys, lately i have tried to stay close to friends and person who are in some pretty bad phsycologial problems, for a reason or another...
     
    so is this a blog about something that tries to be cheerfull? something like keep it up? No.
    leave that to those messages you find in candies or movie quotes
     
    i am here to let the inner myself talk
     
     
    so guys, again, who am i? You may know me as the cheerfull and almost always happy italian Doc. Volt, that is a red cross voluntieer and do pretty stuff in his free time.. right? mostly true, but let me teach you something... i love discovering how stuff works... and especially i love the meaning of words, and being italian helps, since it is very close to latin, the language from which almost all the old words where born
     
    A person, in italian is "persona", in latin that is equal to "maschera" which means "mask"
     
    lovely eh? yeah, they were right, think about it, look at your mirror, how many times you wear a mask? how many times you pretend to be someone and prevent your true self to be shown? don't lie to yourself, you don't scream "i love ponies" during a lesson, you don't tell to your boss "i hate you, i have more talent thatn you asshole", you don't go around easily tellin people "ehi, i might be someone else than what you know, maybe even from the other sex"
    i wear a mask as well, and this mask is with me since long time.. i hate and i love it the same time.. i love it because this perpetue smile and this apparent crazyness, helped me gaining lot of friends around me, i have at least a sms a day of friends asking me to hang out or do cool stuff or play with them, and i love this, it helps me being accepted somehow, i even told to friends i am a brony, they just laughted "i espected something like this by you pal! let's take a beer"
    but that's not the real me... i would hate myself and i would be hated if i showed my real self.. i am a person with lots of regrets inside me, but that doesn't matter, "we are the crafters of our tomorow" they said, well i chosed wrong, i let the army for a girl that i thought was going to be my family in the future..
    was i sad? you fucking bet... but, what my friends told me when she left me? "wow you are already looking for another girl after 4 years and half togheter and you are not even sad! you are the fucking man!"
    and that's why i hate my mask.. i felt stabbed inside, but not a single person knew.. and that was awesome.. the last thing i want is to have people around me trying to cheer me up and saying "oh poor guy, you are so unlucky"
    FUCK. NO.
    it was my fault if she left me and i got the lesson, and i am ok whit this
     
    SO.
    why the fuck are you telling all of this gibblerish to us Volt?
    the answer? i don't fucking know, i just know that i failed, i know that i lost people who i loved.. but i know that even after what i tried and everything.. i am still here, my bucking heart pumps constanly, my saturation is at 95% (yeah smoke shit), and everytime i go to bed i ask myself "what the fuck did i do today to help the society or others?" the answer is usually nothing, and that's why i joined red cross, not to give an answer to this question, but because i wanted to see real fucking sufference, i wanted to see people that instead of me, wanted to live, but their body didn't let them.. and i got this shit, yeah of course, it doesn't even touch me anymore, but what is important is that made me feel like a fucking bastard against them. why?
    i wanted to go, and i am here, they wanted to live and they died, and me, a fucking idiot, wanted to trow away this thing called life for bad choises i have made.. no fucking way sir.. i still want that sometimes... but this feeling, this memories, but especially the friends around me prevents me even to think about that, all i fucking want is people around me to be happy, to stop thinking that their lives sucks, because even if that is true, there is ALWAYS a poor dog who feel worse, fucking belive me.. i have been many times in a cancer center carrying people, i have saw families crying and tearing their hairs in depseration seeying their poor daughter ripped in a car crash, i saw my friends diying, but i am sure, that if they were here, they would fucking slap me for a thought like leaving, and they are god damn right about that
    stop despearing about what you loss, stop fucking despearing if you made a bad choiche, wake up each day, and tell to yourself:" this day i will try to give my best, and prove to myself and who is an angel near my heart, that i can do, that i can be a better person and that i will win this game called life"
    and italian over depressive author once said"childrens when are born, doesn't cry for the air in their lungs for the first time, they cry because they just realized that they are born, here, to suffer"
    i'd like to tell this man:"they cry because they know that they have a long way in front of them, and it will be painfull and hard, but they also cry, because they know that they will be not alone in this walk, even when everyone around them will be gone."
     
    thank you and sorry, please keep going
  5. Doc. Volt
    Hello guys! today i finally took the time to take a ride on the places near where i live (North of Italy), so.. here some pics!
     
    So, the first stop was on the top of the nearest hill, the building you can barelly see is and old renaisance Villa

    and now, we are going down to the other side!

    entering the small wood, eh eh yeah my Vespa can do it!

     

    Little stop on the place on the top of the other hill! here all the Mountain bikers take a break

    and now to the highest place around!
     

    Finally at ground level! a fast ride trought the hystorical center of my village


     
    we italians are social animals XD

    and me with my ridicolous helmet.....

    if you ever visit north of Italy, ask me and i'll take you to see the best places ahah XD thank you for the attention!
  6. Doc. Volt
    Well damn it... Red Cross is not only ambulance and emergencies right??? This bucking morning there was a faire in the medioeval town near mine.. so our boss:
     
    "ehi! why don't you go there with the ambulance in case of first aid, but instead of waiting, teach the people around some first aid manouvres!"
     
    bah..



    well.. look on the bright side.. stll better than going around in a segway.. right?
     
    *faceplant*
     

  7. Doc. Volt
    So guys, this morning i was on the transport ambulance, i wasn't even the driver, pretty much a boring and tiring day, but a patient made this day special
     
     
    a 62 years old man, an Lawyer.. forced to his bed by lung cancer...
     
    well the family was tired of having him around at the doctor said that he ahdn't much to live.. so we were asked to move this poor guy to the cancer center... (basically were not a person get trough...) but. the family. knowing that he didn't want to go there (as he had lot of hope) told him we were moving to the near hospital for a "check"
     
    we can't transport a person with full mental capability against his will, at the start he started to rant that he didn't want to go there.. so i used the "psycological" training we had, and talking and jocking with him we convinced him to get with us..
     
    during the trip i chatted with him, trying to make him comfortable, but the cancer center is very very far, so he asked me why so much time was needed.. i lied tellling about traffic, bad road, slow andature, he talked with me about his job, his evil sons and daughters, his love for the dance, how awesome his wife was, all stuff about his life, we chatted and chatted
     
    then we arrived, and well.. he is not stupid and noticed the place
     
    but before going he took my hand
     
    "i know you lied from the start.. but thank you for this last smile and for having helped me remember only the nice moments of my life, may god bless you, because i will where i am going now"
     
    now.. this made me almost drop a tear, and gave me a big smile and happiness and sadness at the same time
     
     
     
    but this is also why i voluntieer and why i love red cross... thank you for your time, and enjoy every single second of your life, a day without a smile, is a day lost
  8. Doc. Volt
    Many of you know that i am a red cross voluntieer paramedic
    Not much of you knows how much i love waht i do, and why i love red cross
     
    to explain that i decide to talk you about the history of the movement, something that many ignores, i like it particulary because what happened was really near where i do live (Verona)
     
    The idea of a man
     
    The Red Cross idea was born in 1859, when Henry Dunant, a young Swiss man, came upon the scene of a bloody battle in Solferino, Italy, between the armies of imperial Austria and the Franco-Sardinian(Italy) alliance. Some 40,000 men lay dead or dying on the battlefield and the wounded were lacking medical attention.
     
    Dunant was shocked by the view of those poor soldiers, being walked on by others and basically let to die in agony.
    He organized local people to bind the soldiers' wounds and to feed and comfort them.
     

     
    talking to a medic on a nerby hospital he was shocked even more
     
    but soon
     
    On his return in his country, he called for the creation of national relief societies to assist those wounded in war, and pointed the way to the future Geneva Conventions.
     
     
    The Red Cross was born in 1863 when five Geneva men, including Dunant, set up the International Committee for Relief to the Wounded, later to become the International Committee of the Red Cross. Its emblem was a red cross on a white background: the inverse of the Swiss flag. The following year, 12 governments adopted the first Geneva Convention; a milestone in the history of humanity, offering care for the wounded, and defining medical services as "neutral" on the battlefield.
     
    The red cross movement now
    This is what lead us, in our every day work, the red cross doesn't only help medically persons, but it work worldwide with this objective in its mind, and when you apply this to your every day life.. you realzie how much it is awesome and important
     
    The 7 principles
     
    what we do is "ruled" by this 7 principles
     
    Humanity
    The International Red Cross Movement, born of a desire to bring assistance without discrimination to the wounded on the battlefield, endeavours, in its international and national capacity, to prevent and alleviate human suffering wherever it may be found. Its purpose is to protect life and health and to ensure respect for the human being. It promotes mutual understanding, friendship, cooperation and lasting peace amongst all peoples.
    Impartiality
    It makes no discrimination as to nationality, race, religious beliefs, class or political opinions. It endeavours to relieve the suffering of individuals, being guided solely by their needs, and to give priority to the most urgent cases of distress.
    Neutrality
    In order to continue to enjoy the confidence of all, the Movement may not take sides in hostilities or engage at any time in controversies of a political, racial, religious or ideological nature.
    Independence
    The Movement is independent. The National Societies, while auxiliaries in the humanitarian services of their governments and subject to the laws of their respective countries, must always maintain their autonomy so that they may be able at all times to act in accordance with the principles of the Movement.
    Voluntary service
    It is a voluntary relief movement not prompted in any manner by desire for gain.
    Unity
    There can be only one Red Cross or one Red Crescent Society in any one country. It must be open to all. It must carry on its humanitarian work throughout its territory.
    Universality
    The International Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement, in which all Societies have equal status and share equal responsibilities and duties in helping each other, is worldwide.
     
     
    Voluntieering there, driving my ambulance, is awesome, really.. but after all it is still a paramedic job (don't get me wrokng, it is the best job in the world!)
     
    but what makes it different.. is when i voluntieer there.. out of my ambulance.. when we went on heartquakes trying to give relief to the poor childrens that lost everything, during flows, digging in the mud to seek for an hope, meeting other voluntieers in the world, sharing our experience and entusiasm.. being in the military red cross.. and giving food and shelter to who had nothing... those are the thing that made me proud of being there, all of the other voluntieers for me are like a family, and i wouldn't lieave this family for all the gold of the world
     

  9. Doc. Volt
    Eyho guys i am back
     
    so, today was pretty much another "interesting" day in the Whiskey 8 and Charlie 8-6 ambulance of the italian red cross i drive
     
    why so? well first a regular transport from an hospital to another turned into an emergency since the patient had an hearth failure caused by an infarct.. we did what was in our power... his body is alive.. i hope he will get better.. it is very rare for a man of his age to survive an infarct.. so maybe god was with him... then... a fucking moron, decided that it was a nice idea to stay behind an ambulance to save on fuel... unluckily he didn't break in time, destroing our back, the bumper and piercing trough the doors almost injuring my collegue... that fucking retard now has a wrecked emrcedes and a cut in half driving licence... so i got swapped to another ambulance to save the day
     
    and then... here it is.... the woman.. called us into a bar
     
    this poor... human case... a 43 years woman, that always had some psycological problems... his husband cheated on her with another man.. caught and transfered to her HIV virus, she is in the first AIDS stage, she slowly and slwoly got insane, her anxiety attacks not helping her.. and then schifreny... hearing voices inside her and shit... she had an anxiety attack that turned into a raptus destroing half of the bar... we arrived with the police as well... only Valium saved the day... sigh poor creature... i could feel her pain... but what happened to her was horrible..
     
    so, now i am home, tired but ready for another service! thank you for the attention and remmeber than there is always someone feeling and living worse than you! bye!
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