<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268280588399133993</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:01:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>il cane patan</title><subtitle type='html'>e altre storie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>af</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268280588399133993.post-7769647245233068286</id><published>2008-10-05T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:27:13.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk3Y0-xTKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/X90hotulJCA/s1600-h/copertina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791339982703778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk3Y0-xTKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/X90hotulJCA/s200/copertina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"&gt;Roma, Torino, Fluminimaggiore, Kabul, Arezzo, Khost, Osimo, Santiago del Cile, Valparaiso, Baghdad, Bari, Kuwait City, Nassirya, Bassora, Milano, Nicosia, Frascineto, Beirut, Damasco, Città del Capo, Trapani, Tunisi, Zarziz, Rimini, Beslan, Roma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"&gt;Gennaio 2003, gennaio 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;“Novanta giorni fuori. All’anno. Per due anni. Forse, diventi inviato. Di sicuro scopri quant’Italia non entra in tv, figuriamoci quanto mondo. E tu stai in mezzo, tra il vedere e il capire, fortunato e inadeguato, specchio del tuo tempo breve”.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Due anni che cominciano con piccole storie italiane fuori moda in quest’epoca di governo televisivo e finiscono con i lumini di Cracovia in mondovisione. In mezzo i &lt;i&gt;dopoguerra&lt;/i&gt; afghani e irakeni, il Cile del dopo Pinochet, il Sudafrica del dopo Mandela, il Libano che ricorda la paura dei rapimenti, il muro invisibile di Cipro, i porti nordafricani degli imbarchi disperati, la scuola vuota di Beslan.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;“Un diario misto che raccoglie quello che va in onda e quello che resta fuori. Il contrappunto tra la tua vita quotidiana in posti come Kabul e Baghdad (per citare i più alla moda), le cose che stai leggendo, le persone a volte straordinarie che incontri e quello riesci a raccontare. Sempre provando a misurare la distanza tra il piccolo e lucido mondo della &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;realtà&lt;/i&gt; televisiva e quello grande, multiforme, inarrivabile che gira su se stesso ogni giorno, dalla sera alla mattina”.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Un libro che offre un ritratto inedito e sincero di chi si ritrova a fare il mestiere di giornalista in questi tempi, in questo paese, in questa tv.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;La frase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;“Sono a Bari quasi per compensare il mese irakeno. Una classica storia italiana forse è quello che ci vuole per prendere le distanze dall’elenco di morti e macerie che mi è restato addosso. Se devo sinceramente dirvi quello che mi colpisce ancora adesso è lo sbattere improvviso delle porte. Soprattutto la mattina presto in albergo ti svegliavi con rumori che solo dopo un po’ imparavi a distinguere. Anche oggi prendo in considerazione istintivamente l’ipotesi che una porta che sbatte possa essere qualcos’altro”.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;Dalla prefazione di Pier Luigi Celli&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:32;"&gt;“Il desiderio di condividere emozioni, paure e speranze. Così è nato il suo reportage, dietro e sotto l’ufficialità degli eventi, là dove le cose acquistano il loro senso vero e le cause e gli effetti tornano ad avere un legame comprensibile. A leggerlo emerge la soddisfazione di capire, e insieme il gusto di entrare in una storia che finalmente strascina anche noi, sedentari inveterati”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;L'autore&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;“Né alto né basso, né famoso né completamente sconosciuto. Sono un giornalista televisivo medio. Uno di quelli che sta nella pancia della tv”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;Angelo Figorilli oggi lavora come inviato nella redazione esteri del Tg2. Autore di &lt;i&gt;Tvzone&lt;/i&gt; programma su linguaggio e televisione, ha collaborato all’ultima edizione di &lt;i&gt;Pinocchio &lt;/i&gt;(Rai2)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;e ha condotto il Tg2 economia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268280588399133993-7769647245233068286?l=ilcanepatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/feeds/7769647245233068286/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268280588399133993&amp;postID=7769647245233068286' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default/7769647245233068286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default/7769647245233068286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/2008/10/note.html' title='Il libro'/><author><name>af</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk3Y0-xTKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/X90hotulJCA/s72-c/copertina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268280588399133993.post-5922903626653510385</id><published>2008-10-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:03:42.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4V3239eI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JsYPYuZaaGI/s1600-h/profilo.jpg"&gt;la foto della copertina periferia di kabul inverno 2003&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4V3239eI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JsYPYuZaaGI/s1600-h/profilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4V3239eI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JsYPYuZaaGI/s200/profilo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253792388726912482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4L6Y3KnI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Rr1TFALT2Rk/s1600-h/ragazza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4L6Y3KnI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Rr1TFALT2Rk/s200/ragazza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253792217607645810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4EB3X5TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/F5oAjZFtXNU/s1600-h/ettore+e+io+bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4EB3X5TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/F5oAjZFtXNU/s200/ettore+e+io+bis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253792082175714610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk391ZajFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/o33lIfYGClI/s1600-h/ettore+e+bambini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk391ZajFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/o33lIfYGClI/s200/ettore+e+bambini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791975749618770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk32zWaBTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cnc4PNuSCdk/s1600-h/due+uomini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk32zWaBTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cnc4PNuSCdk/s200/due+uomini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791854941046066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk3xWA1c1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/vI4ZJdpFHbk/s1600-h/due+bambini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk3xWA1c1I/AAAAAAAAAxA/vI4ZJdpFHbk/s200/due+bambini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791761166594898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afghanistan inverno 2003 in alto a sinistra Ettore Mo e  bambini sulle rive del fiume Kabul, Ettore Mo e Angelo Figorilli, una ragazza al mercato, due uomini che aspettano, ancora bambini afghani. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268280588399133993-5922903626653510385?l=ilcanepatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/feeds/5922903626653510385/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268280588399133993&amp;postID=5922903626653510385' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default/5922903626653510385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default/5922903626653510385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/2008/10/foto.html' title='foto'/><author><name>af</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yDcbUaLHC2Y/SOk4V3239eI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JsYPYuZaaGI/s72-c/profilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268280588399133993.post-676492441299042032</id><published>2008-10-03T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:30:46.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dissero</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Non solo a Kabul, Bagdad e Beslan. Anche Rimini,con la famiglia di Simona Pari, appena rapita. O a Milano con la professoressa che discuteva &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;di archeologia con Bin Laden. Angelo Figorilli, inviato del Tg2, si definisce “giornalista televisivo medio”. Ma come molti inviati (di guerra o no) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;non ha pace. O almeno non ha pace &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la sua curiosità per il mondo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Marco Cicala&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;“Il Venerdì”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;, 8 luglio 2005&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;“…consiglio caldamente la lettura &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;di un piccolo libro pubblicato &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;da un piccolo editore, Edizioni Interculturali. Un giornalista del Tg2 racconta &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tutto quello che ha visto in anni di lavoro &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;da inviato Rai e che non ha mai mandato &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in onda, essendo il suo compito &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quello di trasmettere servizi da un &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;minuto a volte due, e pazienza se &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quel che succede nel mondo non entra &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in scaletta. Angelo Figorilli, che non &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;è un divo da talk show dunque il suo &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nome non vi dirà nulla, è uno bravo. Ha scritto &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Il cane Patàn e altre storie&lt;/i&gt;, racconta della sopravvissuta di Beslan che vive ancora nella scuola e della professoressa italiana che ha preso un tè con Bin Laden. Peccato non essere in America, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ci farebbero un film. Qui da noi con un po’ di fatica si trova in libreria”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Concita De Gregorio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;“D” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;de&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt; “La Repubblica&lt;/b&gt;”, 30 luglio 2005&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Tra diario e reportage, i bei resoconti &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;di Angelo Figorilli su Iraq, Afghanistan e realtà italiane. Lui è un giornalista tv e ci racconta quello che rimane fuori dal video. Con qualche vicenda incredibile, come uno strano incontro con Bin Laden.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;VISTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;, 21 ottobre 2005&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Cosa rimane del lavoro di un giornalista televisivo “medio”, in giro per il mondo per due anni? Se lo è domandato Angelo Figorilli, oggi inviato del Tg2, mettendo insieme le tante storie dietro lo schermo, i personaggi tagliati via, i pezzetti di mondo escluso dai compressi format del telegiornale. E’ nato così uno stranito rosario di avvenimenti &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e località, come quelle esotiche toppe colorate &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;che si applicano alle valigie, di sequenze ambientate a Città del Capo e Kabul oppure a Bari. Però ogni servizio costa fatica, spreca risorse, alimenta disagio perché la regola chiede di sapere &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tante notizie nel più breve tempo possibile e raccontarle in una maniera leggera e accattivante. Ma si può fare sulla guerra in Iraq? Sul terrorismo insensato, sulla realtà complicata da condensare &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nei 150 secondi del servizio. E viene fuori così questo tentativo di trovare &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cause ed effetti delle varie vicende, questo interrogarsi &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sorprendente e quotidiano di un mestiere &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;entusiasmante e convulsivo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Flaviano De Luca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;ALIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;, supplemento settimanale de &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;“Il Manifesto”&lt;/b&gt;, 22 ottobre 2005 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8268280588399133993-676492441299042032?l=ilcanepatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/feeds/676492441299042032/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8268280588399133993&amp;postID=676492441299042032' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default/676492441299042032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8268280588399133993/posts/default/676492441299042032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilcanepatan.blogspot.com/2008/10/dissero.html' title='dissero'/><author><name>af</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
