Yesterday, when I am faced with an extraordinary case of modern reality. Well I'm watching a video taken by a new program on the Fox American broadcaster famous worldwide for the lowest level of programming (apart from the Simpsons as the most careful not know how to lose an opportunity to stress) and for more news crap of the world. The program in question is called The Moment of Truth: I understand that the competitor is connected to a polygraph supermodern and is forced to answer a series of very personal questions in a manner consistent with the test result (for then all this can be verified). In short, the closer we slag nationwide live more money you can win. An emblematic figure of the program, a blond competitor, a typical American girl with a lot of husband and family for moral support below. This young lady answered truthfully to questions like: Have you ever taken the faith to do in a single room?, During your marriage you epnsato in love with someone else? And above all get back with your ex boyfriend? obviously in the affirmative for the happiness of her husband in the front row. Not satisfied with the result, $ 100,000 and a troubled husband, decided to continue towards the $ 200,000 found itself in the uncomfortable position of having to answer more personal questions. And in fact, comes the big question: have you had sex outside marriage? And this says I am have to say yes. The machine to confirm the answer and she is always closer to the nest egg (and a possible divorce). But there is still a question: Do you think being a good person? Here the pathos of atrasmissione reaches its maximum: the father in tears suggests the answer to his daughter (Apure although it turned out that she has cheated in the past, money) which of course is yes, the husband is now in a state of semishock, her mother nodded an affirmative gesture. And she, contrite, now exhausted by the episode, says: I consider myself a good person. Moments of suspense. The lie gives his verdict: FALSE. The girl loses all the money. Moral of the story: the truth is within us, even though most of the time we ignore it (or better yet if h to worse things done you better not go to rubbish on TV in a program called ilmomento of truth).
Today I put in print my thesis. Now, since the arguments do not live as works by first novelist, thanks or dedications do not appear too personal than those strictly related to my work. But now picking up this bundle hot freshly baked from the copier I thought it lacked a thank you for sure. There was no thanks to myself, that part of me that never gave up despite everything. The duty ends where we start ourselves. I never thought you can even say that. But I have also written.
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