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Spin-off - Train de mort

When he was young, the train was a symbol of freedom, a fantastic car that shortened distances and bringing people together.

remembered the first trip he had made man at fifteen in 1915. His father accompanied him with his fiacker to the station in Vienna, between one thousand recommendations, and he was left with her backpack and her violin at a time of Prague, going to follow the lectures of a famous concert pianist.
His contemporaries remembered another train, the military convoy that had taken them 18 years to shoot the Plateau of poor Italians and die like flies. At that time, he had taken the consumptive and had been discarded to the visit of the lever. Look too bad, but his mother had sent from relatives in Croatia, in a tiny village overlooking the sea, and finally was cured.
There had been other trips for him. In '32 he left to Spain, on behalf of his newspaper, to follow the events of the new republic. The transition from journalist to attack militia was easy: in the blink of an eye he found himself on the barricades with a gun in his hand, shot at the Franco, along with comrades of the International Brigades. He had discovered a certain talent for weapons, and some friends had taken the nickname "The Virtuoso."
had always been a Communist, and the ideal would have remained in his heart until the end of his life, the more the memory of any love, but its real application was disaffected. What was the fight within the same faction, among the communists, socialists and anarchists? That he had been able to take advantage of Stalin? Spain was lost, after all the effort and blood shed. As he put one of his companions, Ajax, an Italian anarchist and war veteran: "If we are divided, he won the master." and was exactly what had happened.
A train had brought back to France in the night, along with all other veterans, a train full of sadness. How different was the train departure, full of songs and enthusiasm ... They were mostly young and full of life and returning old and dead inside. Many of his comrades had committed suicide.
and France had been treated like garbage, debris of a rising tide of history, an embarrassment. He was barely able to stay out of institutions for veterans and was returned to Krakow with the help of friends and relatives. His mother and father had fled from Vienna after the Anschluss and waiting for him there. The peace lasted as little as he was perhaps not even started.
When Poland was invaded, he left his parents in Warsaw and had gone to the forest with a group of friends, to join the Polish resistance forces, which he had always considered the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Elias Rabinovitch, born Ephrahim Reiziger, jew and a communist, he sighed and put out his cigarette rolled in the mud by hand. Nestled in a ditch in the mud, waiting with his comrades the arrival of the train. Ironic as it is now the trains had become an instrument of oppression and death. Wagon trains lead is hundreds of thousands of people in camps and military armored train carrying around the Nazis to massacre civilians.

The train they were waiting for was one of them. And they would stop with three explosive devices and a good dose of luck.
Even with the cover of night, it was hopeless. All his men were volunteers, they had chosen one by one among those who had nothing to lose, just like him.
"is coming" said the little Vojcek, just 16 years, ear glued to the ground in the best tradition of western movies.
Elias smiled and whistled.
Marek and Mordechai, stationed along the tracks a mile away from each other, they placed the charges and unwind the cords running bent double to the safety of the ditch.
"OK, boss." Marek whispered.
silence fell. The men of the small commando waited Elias properties despite the cold and the damp clothes crept in, while the noise of the train that arrived was growing stronger in the distance.
Finally, the train appeared to be behind the curve. Elias waited until the last car that had exceeded the pole used as a reference and gave the signal.

Mordechai and Marek operate the detonator, destroying the tracks before and after the train. The explosion catapulted
pieces of track, sleepers and clods of earth for a radius of several hundred meters. Excellent explosive, thought Elias, a gift of Karol, who worked in the mine and these things if they wanted.
waited until most of the debris falling to the ground and then jumped out of the ditch the rifle. His men followed suit, yelling and firing as possessed. Elias had commanded fire at will. Contrary to the habits, there was no need to save ammunition.
They had to believe the enemy to be much higher than they really were not and the fire and keep the attention focused on them, so that the other side of the train Janos had time to place and blow up the third charged, the more large.
Luck seemed to be their own, for the moment. The engine of the train failed to stop following the explosion and was derailed, dragging a couple of cars. Currently lying sideways on the track, twisted and smoking. None of the German soldiers had not yet begun to fire back.

Elias knew he had to endure only a few minutes, just long enough for Janos placing the charge, returned safe and operate the detonator. Two or three minutes, five at most.
After about a minute and a half (while shooting Elias kept humming a waltz time) began to whistle the first bullets in their direction. The German wagon again standing shooting through the windows. Elias threw himself back into the ditch with an expletive and reloaded his rifle, crawled to move a bit 'more towards the front of the train and give the fellow a little' breathing space to reload. Vojcek as always followed him. Hearing the bullets coming from another direction, the Germans concentrated their fire on as planned.
Vojcek smiling like crazy appearing and disappearing from view behind the edge of the ditch as one of the animals of those carnival games, and shoot a load after another, seemingly invulnerable, as Gavroche, while the bullets whistled all around at random , tearing pieces of land around their position.

At some point - "nearly four minutes, Janos is doing what the hell?" Cursed softly Elias - they felt an explosion, but too small to be the third charge. A few seconds and it felt a second and then a third. "Shlomo is launching our latest grenades!" Warned Vojcek. Elias growled. Rabbi damn fool, would have been difficult to obtain more grenades these days, she thought angrily. He rose again to shoot yet another charger, thinking that if we had put Janos another two minutes, the ammunition would be finished and he would have control of the retreat. Elias hated to leave work in half.

barely had time to fire two shots, then the train jumped in the air. Elias was thrown violently into the ditch and, for once, he blessed the mud that had plagued them for months. Without his presence to soften the blow, would probably have broken some bones on impact. A little farther on, a piece of steaming plate is stuck in the ground with tremendous violence. Elias strongly hoped that all his men were able to take shelter in time ...
few seconds later there was another explosion and the sky was tinged with the train when the boiler exploded in the heat. The smell of burning diesel fuel was almost sickening.
Elias grinned. Hardly anything would come out alive from the damn train.

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Spin-off - Event

The procession had passed through the city at sunset, like a multicolored snake and very angry. The streets were almost deserted shops everywhere closed with wooden planks, boarded up windows, barricades and riot police, waiting along the route. Delphi
seemed hostile and closed, but only because people were almost all there in the parade, local activists, who planned the route up into the summit, taking into account the possible escape routes. Police in Greece was famous for the treatment of civil rights activists. The slightest provocation would have been enough to unleash attacks with water cannons and tear gas, and if the chaos had shown that a few bullets in the end it was not rubber but silver, the blame would still have been downloaded on the provocative. That is the order not to destroy anything this time had been exhaustive.
The head of the procession was occupied by a huge red and white banner held up by a group of goblins and centaurs daktyloi solemn faces. "NOW ALL kill us" was written in greek and english. A group of
sidhe painted blue hypnotic played a march with bagpipes, drums and violins, side by side with students at the University of Athens shouting "Eleutheria, isonomia, Parrhesia. "
little further back the association of workers hoisted a forest of signs kobolds blacks: on each was the name of a factory that held discriminatory attitudes towards people not human.
the edge of the parade a few guys and girls attacking posters and handing out mimeographed leaflets in different languages \u200b\u200bon the emancipation and integration of human populations.
Still later, the guardian angels of the parade, armed with walkie-talkies and Plexiglas shields, would have supported first the impact of charges for accessing the rest of the parade than to switch to an alternative route.
There was nervousness in the air, perhaps even fear, but dominated anger and determination.
The occasion was auspicious: the resolution, written by Ireland and France, was perfect. If only Greece, Germany and England had not vetoed ...
The hope was, but he was cautious and tempered by the fear that, even to sign the latter three countries, it would be unacceptable compromises.
why they were there, young and old, of any kind, nation and creed have pitched their tents outside the headquarters of the summit and they would leave until the resolution on the human rights of persons had not been signed.

The space in front of the palace of the Greek Government seemed immense magical in the postcards, but barely enough to accommodate all that multicultural and colorful people.
They were all sitting on the floor, and had begun to turn bottles of wine and beer and other kinds of comfort. In one corner of the square had been built up a kind of stage, where they spoke to delegates, elected by the movement in previous months that they were negotiating to be allowed at the summit.
"The negotiations continue to exist, we do not want to enter, because they are afraid. But we are tired of suffering. We do not want tolerance, because tolerance implies a grant of more than one person less. We want equal rights and dignity, "said a green-skinned goblin on. He was short and stunted but had a powerful voice and an unshakable confidence in his ideas.
After he took the microphone a dark boy with horns and a nose ring wearing the shirt of the association Romolo & Remo on the Rights of mutantropi. "Forgive the intrusion, folks. I am not a delegate, but I ask you only to look at all there ... "he said, pointing to a building opposite the government building and grinned, and jumped off the stage.
There were people on the roof of the building designated by the unknown and in a few seconds the facade was covered with a giant banner. The photos of the dead boys last year in the event smiling above the words "WHO ARE THE REAL MONSTERS?", Big enough to be visible from the political meeting.
From the square there was a huge outcry, some rose to their feet waving their fists toward the police and then someone did start a choir, which spread to the whole square: "We want rights, we POLICE DATE! IS THIS YOUR DEMOCRACY? "The negotiation
unlock almost instantly and the delegates of the movement came to head up the government building. The wait was long and exhausting, but no one moved, not even in response to police pressure, even when the agents began to gather at one end of the square, waving truncheons. On the soapbox alternating bands and political speeches. "We will go on all night if necessary!", "We are here do not we go! "," Come on guys, we are one step away from the finish! "reiterated the microphone.
two o'clock at night, the gates of Government House opened.
One of the delegates, a harpy, flew out and perched on the gate.
"Signed," he exclaimed, raising his fist to the sky, and the place exploded with joy, music and shouting.

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Italia.it a new project: The site is open

E 'was published the first version, called "demo", the new portal Italia.it .

Credit is due in a few days one could not expect much, so it is too be able to put together a little video, maps of Seat Pagine Gialle, the database facilities of Enit, a search engine search on sites essential that local authorities and other institutional resources, and of course the famous link to the Air Force Weather.

I wonder if after months of complete darkness, in which the site simply did not exist, it was necessary to release this version in a hurry "demo", which only served to show that if you are working, in fact, I challenge any visitor, especially a foreigner, to profitably use the portal to plan your holidays in Italy. One spot then, nothing more.

Far more interesting however is the PDF file of Presentation portal Brambilla provided by the Minister in a press conference on July 15, 2009.

Seza dwell on the details, I want to comment on a few points that I consider critical to the success of the portal:

• The portal will be a Italian Destination Management System (DMS) that allows you to collect, manage, update and distribute information the full range of products, services and hospitality destination Italy.
• The DMS will promote and market promotion free tour packages through a portal and marketplace operators and incoming tourists (B2C) and also between operators and operators (B2B).
• The marketplace does not include action of mediation by both managers of the portal that third party

and shortly afterwards:

• The model of the portal marketplace italia.it will show:
• to accommodation Italian
• Packages Tour Operators and Travel Agents
• additional services, tourism activities, events, etc..
• model Italia.it marketplace portal will be developed in collaboration with trade associations, involved as partners in the project

It seems to me a very ambitious project, with the obvious contradiction inherent in the declaration does not anticipate that any income, which clashes with the very simple concept that a true DMS can not ignore the economic aspects of transactions. The real marketplace is a place where not only the operators come into contact, but which must also be completed this transaction with the broker acting as a guarantor, in particular the fact that the transaction is honored. Let me explain, in a tourism system where overbooking is a standard practice, which has the power to protect the portal Italia.it towards tourists who book through it and then find themselves without a bed to sleep? In the case of B2B the issue of liability is even more, as a professional foreigner wants for his clients every possible protection, as provided on the other hand the European regulations on travel contracts.

Sure, you can choose the path of the telephone, the system only puts buyers in touch with the seller, without warranty and liability, with obvious implications the credibility of the initiative, but then the point of having an actual booking system? (See below )

The presence among the actors of Tour operators and travel agents do not make sense in the marketplace, as pure intermediaries and aggregators.

Making the marketplace then starting from the associations seem impractical, because, from experience, rarely political interests of these organizations are combined with the economic interests of their constituents. The operators only if they are enthusiastically involved personally and touch the return of vision and the economic outlook. No agreement category can convince an operator to spend most of his time to load your data and keep them updated if you do not believe in return on investment, and unfortunately the contribution to the homeland is not an item covered in the accounts at the end of the month.

On page 24 of this document describes the initiative "A web page for all", which could have a meaning if the proposal at the end of the last century, but certainly not today. The mention of "like Facebook or MySpace page" is simply childish. In my previous post I have already discussed how today should be managed and distributed the tourist, so I will not dwell on the boards, I just hope that the new portal will be able to integrate the work of those who have already invested a lot to have a web presence, getting much more than a page like Facebook. "

Still flipping the submission page. 25 describes the "Reservation System", which seems to be that of any online booking site: the book reviews, provides with his credit card, receives the voucher, is in the structure, payable locally.

The matter is not so simple for several reasons:

• Availability visible on the portal will be ensured? By whom and how? This shows the speech guarantees that those who use the system Pretender. Certainly there is no need of yet another system "on demand" system or where the landlord has to update availability and after a month more because it does not have the time and there is not enough to book anyone. To do this there is only one way: take the existing standards, PMS interface software in use all the facilities, interface with all the instruments used to channel management, make a simple but effective back office for small structures and non-hotel non-management software, using advanced interfaces to allow small operators to update prices and availability with the phone. But what it is necessary to keep in mind is that the operator will lose everything and your time only if there is a return for him, and here we return to the need for a serious and capable intermediary which is not only the operator of the system, but also collector and carrier business.
• credit card is not a guarantee that one of the possible ways to secure your reservation. I hope that systems are implemented as a deposit by bank transfer or money order (still used to book longer stays), the total pre-paid (for travel packages), later this month direct debit (RID) for reservations by B2B travel agencies, and so long in use in the field. We forget that there are many structures do not know what to do with the number of credit card to guarantee, because the circuits are often not authorize them to make withdrawals unless the card physically in hand.

On page 29 the speakers have given vent to all the fantasy that it was possible, and condensed into a few lines for years in what many are trying to achieve:

• The measurement of the given contact and the navigation mode will be analyzed and continuously involved in the investigation of web reputation of sentiment.
• new semantic technologies will be explored to hear the "buzz" on the proposals outlined in the portal and check the interest effectiveness of content
• monitoring will develop promotional time to market, going to exploit the niche areas of the "long tail" in all areas of tourism products

Beautiful words, semantics, sentiment , buzz, time to market, long tail, each carries a world, but they seem to throw there just to do a little smoke.

Finally, the timing means the document containing the following submission deadlines:

• October 2009: release the first version of the portal with complete tourist information, static and dynamic
• November 2009: release system B2C promotional marketing and social networking
• December 2009: launch of the B2B marketplace for operators

At first glance seem a little tight time for all this meat fire, I hope that at least the final design is ready and is missing only the realization, otherwise I see it hard.

further inform you that thanks to a group on FriendFeed , has been established contact with the "wording" which is building the portal, which has proved willing to receive suggestions and reports of errors or omissions, more than confirm that close attention to the debate that is developing on the various social networks.

Since the portal is also a button "cooperation" refers to a form, as nearly as I plan consultant. I will let you know if I have taken.

Good job.

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Magic Kingdom: I liked it! Travel

I this new logo "Magic Kingdom", presented officially in Fedevisione not mind at all, I find it and guessed the subject, which is similar and I think the spirit of Italian tourism.

In two words I try to explain why:

• has an appropriately dark background, dark as is funding for tourism, much-vaunted, and promised never seen
• is illuminated by a single point in the distance, the metaphor of light at the end of the tunnel, the hope that is the last to die
• reflections that flash on the whole are just thinking about blunders made to date in trying to give the country a pretty decent web presence
• the word "magic" is well suited to highlight the dark magic that those who still insist on living in the field of tourism is expected every day to make ends meet and get to the end of the season
• wave flag across the field draws the stubborn national pride in rejecting foreigners at the borders, even those who come only for tourism, making them give up before we reached through shrewd media campaigns to waste of any kind
• the tricolor ribbon, styling for a sort of spoon, hands, let's say for excavator bucket metaphorically raises the whole of Italy, united in overbuilding of twenty percent more.

My praise goes to the then newly-MVB minister who was able to summarize in a few lines so the juice of the Italian tourist.

Last-minute: MVB on Republic of 12/6/2009 states that " There was perhaps some misunderstanding. What dalTg4 shown, which is spoken on the network, not the logo of Italy but only one frame of animation that will be queued to the spot for use abroad. It is still only a draft .

bad, I liked it.

The same MVB is keen to point out however that "M Agic Italy will be a very effective slogan " and who are we to say otherwise? await the final spot on the air on Mediaset, and especially the tourism portal that will stand behind the very effective slogan, but unfortunately magic-italy.com and all other variants are already registered domain from various companies that would like to thank in advance.

Last-last-minute: by Porta a Porta of 17/6/2009 we learn that an agreement in extremis (in the last 30 seconds of the episode) between Bramble and the Air Force Meteorological Service, was an imagined link between the new tourism portal and the weather service, a firm connection is comparable only to the bridge over the Strait, especially for high technology developed in the field.

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The Portal (Episode 2.6.3)

Lykos is flung in the department at full speed.
the office was a mess really remarkable: the agents were arming on a war footing and the captain Narwia was yelling on the phone with the people of the portal service.
The elf's voice, usually calm and controlled, it was so high that Lykos was able to hear exactly what he was saying (and most things were irriferibili) even through the glass of the office and above the noise of his colleagues.
Behind him, even Arsinoe he entered the room.
The werewolf slipped quickly bulletproof vests, always keeping an eye on his head, and buckled the belt around the waist with a pistol.

Not that he ever used a lot during the past five years that had passed to the DCS, but it was compulsory to bring her here.
Narwia violently hung up the phone and left the office still quite impaired and fully armed.
"Svetlana, call down those in the morgue and tell him to wake up and prepare vans Von Marinovic, I just heard the rescue: it is ugly."
The blue-haired nymph nodded decisively, and clung to the phone, dialing the extension of 'morgue.
After a short, sharp conversation, Svetlana hung up and made a positive sign to the captain.
"Someone call Mark on the phone and tell him to send a team on our stage. - Ordered Narwia - We move. "

Men DCS out of the building and ran towards the structure in front, where he was the team of magicians officer opening portals.
The building was little more than a shed in appearance, but contained a ring of power that opens portals stabilized, that is safe, experts and wizards, able to open them.

Without a circle of power could still open the portals, providing an adequate level of magical energy, but was considered a risky practice as a minimum.

There were many things that could go wrong in an impromptu portal: the portal first, highly unstable, he could quit suddenly throwing the unlucky users in unknown places, or someone else, or rather something else, could have exploit the gap to enter the world, if the target had not been correctly specified.

For this and other reasons, after a series of bloody incidents rather, the Magic European Community had decided to prohibit the opening of portals extemporaneous.

teams of DCS were not scattered throughout the country, but concentrated in the main barracks, which made it almost mandatory to use portals to reach crime scenes more distant.
Usually you pick up all the equipment and we slipped into a portal to the nearest station of the PME and from there to borrow a van to arrive at the crime scene, unless it was lost somewhere in the middle to nothing.
In this case, the staff of the Service Portal, called a friendly door-opener, had to open a direct access route to the scene of the crime.

Work door opener was one of the most technically and conceptually complex of PME but it was very well paid.
It took six to ten people to keep open a portal large enough and stable to pass a whole team, and it was a draining job, but this did not give the right to Latchkey feel more important than the rest of the PME.

However, the men of the Service Portals Scwartzwald were some great balls, ready to cling to the Regulation to make difficulties for agents, even in cases of extreme emergency such as this.

Narwia was discussing with the head of the portal, trying to convince him to open the door in the immediate vicinity of the hot zone.
Obviously, since open portals between two circles was much easier, the head of the Service Portals was getting resistance.
"Feel good, Krauss. It's an emergency, you know? "He hissed, rather irritated.

" My hands are tied, I'm sorry. - Answered the door opener, a pretty young man who seemed more a student of physics that a police officer - The regulation clearly states that if there is a barracks near the portal should be directed there. "
" Save-a-proven-emergency cases. "Scandinavian Narwia, as if talking to a child a bit 'hard on the uptake.
"The bomb has already exploded, what's the hurry that we want to be?" Krauss said with a certain degree of nonchalance irritates.

Narwia became red with anger so that the scars of his recent incident stood out whitish and disturbing.
He shook his fist menacingly and turned to his questioner. "Listen, Krauss. I've had enough of your attitude. Now you go to this website, or I'll make a report to your account to get in the way police operations so long that if you suspend enough to read, just in time to end up in bankruptcy. Do you understand? "The elf was not screaming but you knew perfectly well that was serious and that he was to accomplish his threat.
"Okay, okay. I open it, but you wrote this yourself, elf. "Krauss said reversing, did not like having problems internal affairs.

" Perfect." The captain said firmly, turning his back to the man. The conversation, for what it was concerned, was to be regarded as completed.

" Captain! - Called Lucy, an agent of Anglo-Nipponese - Here is the scientific Mark on the phone. Asks the coordinates of the crime scene. "

" coordinates ... - Reflected Narwia - That guy has not lost certain ways of saying the military, despite all the effort it takes to forget. "
"Passamelo, which explain how to get there." Replied the elf, extending a hand to pick up the phone.

The agent nodded and handed the machine.
"Mark? Narwia are. "Reception, as always close to strong magnetic fields was rather disturbed magic.
"Hey, Captain!" Despite the shock of the head of the voice science seemed strange, a little 'slurred maybe.
"All right," asked Narwia.

" I had a minor accident before, but nothing serious. "Mark said with a slight chuckle. Mark
The elf knew enough to know that 'little accident' was a euphemism for anything that was not broke this time.
shook his head, if Mark had a 'small incident' in all probability was now under the influence of marijuana or that weird chemical concoction that served to put a stop to his psychic powers.
"Are you sure you be in a position to lend a hand?" He asked.
"Sure." The staff of the portal began to chant the ritual of opening the portal and the shocks were worse, but he could very well Narwia to feel the irritation in the tone of the scientist.
"Okay. - Short cut - I do not have much time to explain, because they're already opening the portal, and open ears. The crime scene is the headquarters of Romulus & Remus, the hidden places in the university district of Freiburg, ok? "

" Received, Captain. I know how to get there. "Mark said.
"The head of the Homicide said that there is already in place the local scientific, but I want you to come and see the mess before they get their hands on us." He explained the elf, raising his voice to be heard above the white noise.
"We miss you! - Were keen Mark - He sent the explosive experts. We will be there in 45 minutes, over and out. Do not let them touch anything. "
Narwia closed the conversation and gave the phone to its rightful owner, who took to flight safety.

The chant of the Latchkey continued to rise in volume, while maintaining its monotonous rhythm, and now you could feel the energy buzzing in the accumulated symbols that made up the portal.
Arsinoe had seen and thought of the circles of power that, aesthetically speaking, this was definitely not one of the best, but it sure was big.
was sparse and functional, with symbols engraved directly on the concrete wall of the shed and set off by a little 'dark paint, nothing compared with some circles he had seen in ancient Ireland and Egypt, where each symbol was a small work of art that required the attention of a master sculptor.
Arsinoe had also seen a couple of open doorways, little things that could carry up to three or four people at once.
Open portals was not an exact science, she was told, as much art from the subtle nuances, but if there was a minimum of proportionality in the level of power necessary, the portal that was about to open could easily carry a forty people at once, and that was very impressive.

The symbols of the circle began to glow red and the chant went up again and the tone became more urgent.
Everyone in the room perceived the power that symbols thickened the air and began to glow orange, then bright yellow, and remained at a white-blue glow.
Arsinoe looked away, then wisely decided to close his eyes directly, grateful that his eyes were not so sensitive to light as those of his father, otherwise you would find herself with a shocking conjunctivitis. He covered
eyes with one hand but curiosity got the upper hand and could not resist the temptation to peek through his fingers parted.
A point of light and dazzling white also appeared in the middle of the circle expanding and swirling and grew until it reaches the border.

For a moment was ruffled, whirling like a rough stretch of water, then boiled and burst out like a fountain of liquid light and Arsinoe instinctively took a step back to avoid getting wet, feeling very stupid to do so. The liquid light
all away do not fell to the ground but simply fell apart in midair, leaving behind a perfectly smooth and motionless within the circle.

Krauss wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and satisfied grin. Even though he had had no desire to open it initially, could not deny that it was an open portal to perfection.
portals anchored on one side only were without doubt the most complex.
"There's no denying, it came just fine." He said, loud enough for even the bullies and scarred elf could feel it.

Captain Narwia decided to ignore it and turned to his men.
"This portal will take us to the entrance of the street where is located the crime scene. - Explained, the blue light cast shadows of the portal bizarre on its face - the area is manned by our and is considered safe, but I want you to hold your eyes open and ready hand, would not be the first time you do the trick of double bomb. "
All nodded gravely.
Narwia threw their last look of approval and turned to the portal.
"Running." Ordered, penetrating into the white light.

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Bing, nothing new under the sun?

And 'officially online beta version of the new Microsoft search engine, called Bing .

I dwell on the concerns that the search engine itself, but I spent a few minutes to try the travel section , currently also in beta and only available in English.

I must honestly say that if there were no Microsoft logo at the bottom I would have cleared the visit with a few clicks, so the impression is of something " already seen." Sure, there are all the features fashionable, high quality maps, compare prices, addiritura the Farecast for flights (estimated price) and the rate indicator (deal, average, not deal) for hotels , a lot of work behind, but the impression is cold, especially at first sight lacks any social implication . I find only reviews of hotels TravelPost and only Americans (oh well, it's a beta), but mostly I find the possibility to leave comments or create new relationships with anyone. The purchase

always passes through the classic affiliate programs of Expedia, Hotels.com, Orbitz, Priceline and the like, then we are faced once again with an aggregator that does not add to her and can not add anything because it has no content or any of their contracts with hotels. A mashup that repackages pure stuff already available in an elegant way, without added value.

Demand I naturally arises: why should I use instead of Bing Expedia or Kayak, which also has almost the same interface as the presentation of the hotels? Where is the benefit to the user apart from the pleasing appearance and efficiency proverbial Microsoft? Who has read and explained to me makes me a favor.

admit to being a shrewd and demanding user, who now considers obsolete almost everything that goes into the network, but do not tell me to do the quiz on Twitter, where you win vouchers ( http://twitter.com/ fareologist ) is to make the Web 2.0.

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Mashup, the final frontier of online travel

So where were we? Yes, let's see, disintermediation, social content, comparators, the decline of the air, all things have already been discussed. But what emerges in these early months of 2009? One word: Mashup! Segnatevela, studiatevela and try in every way to make it into your tourism business, otherwise you will be cut off within a couple of years.

For those without their own experts, the Mashup ( see Wikipedia definition ) is a way to mix, mix, aggregate content from sources different, and to make available all together or at least pre-treating them in some way.

I found a nice example of practical Mashup tourist site www.triptouch.com that without creating anything new to present the content from at least a dozen Web sites different, Google Maps for maps, Kayak and Priceline for hotels, Viator for packages and tours, Wikipedia for photos, TopTable for restaurants, Yahoo news, Eventful for events, Wheather Channel for weather, and others. Requesting information on a city, the system shows what is available for that destination on all connected systems, and presents all in one page.

So in a mashup, you take the data from different sources on the same topic come together and presented to users in aggregate form, saving the trouble of find it themselves alone. This is made possible by the fact that now the majority of e-commerce websites that provide information or have an API that allows you to access data in a structured form. And it is the proliferation of these APIs that makes Mashup always easier and more widespread.

Another great site programmableweb.com collects several of the API and Mashup in circulation that are built on them, if not exhaustive and it is a good source that allows you to realize how much stuff there is to exploit freely around the web.

Here the first limit is clear: only really big (Google, Yahoo, Kayak, Hotels.com, Priceline, etc..) Provide structured API able to form a solid basis for initiatives based on Mashup , and especially in the Travel lacks a true standard that allows anyone to provide / request data in a single universal format or otherwise widely distributed.

In this regard, two words on the OTA standard (not intended as an acronym for Online Travel Agent, but as OpenTravelAlliance , the international organization for the establishment of technical standards in the tourism sector): OTA specification are with each new version more and more bloated, difficult to implement, particularly inflexible. This makes them more distant from those who want to use them as a quick way to distribute their tourism product.

a shame, because today more than ever we need a real standard "low-cost, accessible not only through complicated web services (WSDL / SOAP) but especially in the more streamlined procedures REST . Whether this standard was also Open Source, success would be assured.

A second limitation of the existing mashups today, is the difficulty to include in the unstructured aggregates also present in social networks, that those thousands of photos, videos, reviews, travel stories and whatever ' nothing but lie buried and often read within containers such as Facebook, MySpace, Flickr, YouTube or are linked through the various diggitare and Twitter.

What then we can hope for new applications within the travel of the Mashup?

1) A standard simple but efficient way to build APIs that allow the distribution of tourism products (hotels, packages, flights, car rental, additional services, etc.).

2) The adoption of this standard in the first place by PMS (the management used by the hotels), by Channel-Management software, and systems of Tour Operators, so you can quickly have a large supply base . Experience shows that those who have the product even greater force to impose its system of access to its dealers.

With these two premises, the market may have a rapid acceleration in terms of distribution and product visibility.

How to integrate the product even more than the user-generated content?

For content "social", that is, for all that is generated by users ( UGC), is the huge and seemingly insurmountable problem of properly associate the content (both it a comment, a photo, video, or other) tourist object which is reportedly in some way and be able to quickly find all content throughout the network that just talk of that object.

Again, do not miss the instruments, the above mentioned social networks that serve as mega-gatherers of data and allow faster searching through the user-generated content. But what is lacking is precisely the universal dictionary to use to ensure that all speak the same language when mentioning a particular hotel or in a specific location.

also effective and innovative tools, such as OpenCalais or Zemanta , which are able to automatically extract names, facts and events from any web page, can help in this quest, but on this front, the road is still long.

What is missing is therefore that classification system for tourist tag that would quickly find anything on the network, and would make reality the idea of \u200b\u200ba tourist Mashup truly effective, a sort of OpenID tourism.

In conclusion, what I imagine is an engine in Mashup able to present you with not only information relating to one institutional or commercial location or a tourist, but also everything around it says the network, with effective tools for digging this sea of \u200b\u200binformation. Maybe it's just a matter of time, maybe someone is already working on this problem and has the resources to develop it ... if there is let me know!

well placed in the drawer I have some ideas about it, happy to share if anyone wants to talk or have ideas to develop a business.

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Needs (Episode 2.6.2)

Some modules later, Lykos decided that if he remained locked in the office just a minute longer, he would have gone crazy.
He needed a breath of fresh air.
He looked around for someone to sbolognare practices that remained. Damn those
Rebeq team, he thought, thanks to their exit at the French all the rest of the identifications had touched them.
But what the hell they had done in Tübingen the night before?
There were so many people in the police station that looked like a brawl than a gathering of the Alpine ... It was only the carboy and siphon the wine with the roast sausages.

All agents were busy.
No, not all, Lykos noted with satisfaction.
Well, Arsinoe was not just an agent, being only a trainee, but it was free, he sat at his desk for newbies to learn.
They had left alone, since it was preparing for the examination of criminal procedure, that the good guys ...
How did studying with all the mess that was around was a mystery.
Well, never mind, so now would have to stop, the werewolf chuckled.

"Oi! Arsinoe! - Lykos said, making them a sign with his hand - Will you give me the change here? "
" I'm studying! "Protested the girl, moving away from the face of a lock of brown hair.
Lykos gave her an appealing look a puppy. "Please! I absolutely must go to the bathroom ... Please! "
She snorted and rolled his eyes, closing the book with a snapping motion.
"Okay, what should I do?" Asked Arsinoe approaching the desk of the colleague.
"Just do the right questions and complete the form. No big deal ... "Lykos minimized.
The girl sat resolutely in front of the terminal and cracking his fingers. "Do not take a life, okay?"
"Promise," said the werewolf as he walked briskly toward the door.
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Lykos did not like to use the bathroom normal.
From early childhood, had always done his needs outside in the woods behind his house in Greece.
had to mark his territory at the bottom, and then he liked to take his time.
slipped out of the DCS and put the stairs to the basement.
Ignoring the door of the morgue (gosh, this place really puts the shivers), sneaks into the back warehouse and came out in the forest.
finally out!

Lykos was feeling much better now that it was open, with trees all around him.
raised his face and sniffed the air.
smelled green, grass and leaves with tones of brown , Moss and ancient wood, a smell fantastic.
With a brief howl of joy, the werewolf launched into a short ride through the trees, savoring his moment of fleeting freedom.
After a brief search, found a tree that seemed to fit and, above all, sympathetic.
In a bathroom tile and ceramic, closed by a thin wooden door that document was not so satisfactory, he thought happily watered while the undergrowth.
The environment was too impersonal and claustrophobic, Judge.
At school and police academy, he had always had to adapt to normal use of the baths, in spite of himself.
had to maintain a semblance of normality to the world, especially when had not yet entered into force the Protocol of Tara.
Damn, these were times before Tara shit: his had to do crazy things to make it go to a regular school.
hope their first child, that he was the first graduate in the family, poor things.
Obviously we had done: he had barely finished high school, which had cost him a considerable effort.
Sitting for all those hours at a desk, especially when the sun was out, had been a real torture, which he had reluctantly agreed not to disappoint his old.
was out of high school a year late and with the votes certainly not brilliant, then he enlisted in the police.

Following the flow of his thoughts, Lykos changed tree.
not only needed it against a tree, it was necessary to define the territory and served at least three trees.
was a complicated business, which required some self-control.

Entering the DCS had the fortune of his life there knew a werewolf in the full value of its forces, a werewolf who was born and raised as such and who knew exactly what to do with the hyper-developed senses and inhuman strength. There
allowed him to be the hunter was in fact perfect.
was worth all the trouble to study and prepare physically for the selections.
Maybe it was not an alpha in the group and maybe never would be the state, but appreciated by his superiors, they were the true alpha, worthy of the command.

A sound of leaves rustling behind him stopped him halfway there.
With a curse on his lips, closed Lykos pants and turned toward the intruder screaming, a sound like that certainly was not caused by a pet or wind, which had not existed, it was one of the hottest days year.
the ears of another noise would be imperceptible, but not to his.
Whoever it was good, he thought with a smile, letting his hands are transformed by acquiring claws, and his hazel eyes are tinged with yellow.
From a clump of trees came out of a race trafelatissima Arsinoe, looking very agitated.
"Not sclera with me, good luck. - Protested the girl looked irritated - Is there an emergency call to arms. "
Lykos swore again, end of freedom:

But at least you leave, he thought with a bit of sense of fault: whenever there was a bit 'motion meant that something had happened to someone abominable.
"What the hell happened?" He asked, walking toward the lead, closely followed by the girl.
"They blew up a conference at the Romulus and Remus." Said Arsinoe, rather bitter.
"What?" Said Lykos, furious, and ran towards the base moving with agility and security in the trees, regardless of whether the inexperienced trainee was able to keep up with him or not:
"Bastards!" He snarled.
not that was fine, he would have preferred to remain in office for weeks rather than know that the most active association for the rights of werewolves had just exploded.

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Warning: frustrated Wolf (Episode 2.6.1)

Lykos Aristomachos hated office work. Hated him with all his heart.

It was not done for a chair to warm afternoons, especially when outside the sun shone and there were attractive to criminals to be hunted. And especially when there were only two days a full moon ...
He was a werewolf, programmed by nature to be a hunter without equal.

It was not a werewolf any: Lykos had not been infected by the curse following an attack, the werewolf was part of him since birth. His family was directly descended from the son of Lycaon Pelasgus, king of Arcadia, the first werewolf in the history of Greece, cursed by Zeus in the myth of time for trying to be clever with the wrong entity.

Despite everything, his family, he was stubbornly proud, though often times had been hard for them.
For centuries, every disaster is usually accidental and not due to Licaonidi, neighbors, hunters had hired experts to get rid of them and take their land.
The family had always managed to survive in one way or another.
Following the example of the founder, who according to myth was something like 50 children, Licaonidi had always had several litters, which had guaranteed the survival of someone to continue the race even in the worst of times.

daring Brooding about the past of his family, reluctantly filled out the forms Lykos to report on bail for the brawl the previous night.
She could not own more ... He felt as if the chair was full of pins: he wanted to get up and do something, anything, except stand there.
The day had been a lousy date: Ines was cock, not the spun smear despite his most sincere efforts, then came the paperwork, and finally the call to arms had come only for the other team.
Lykos felt very frustrated. Almost
hoped that one of those arrested did some shit like huge attempt to escape or something in order to vent.
Maybe after the shift would have been a little 'time to the training room of the command ...
With a little 'luck would have found someone willing to do a training session with him.
With luck that someone was Adrian St. Clair Drake and Matyas.
Lykos almost overjoyed at the prospect.
With those two should not contain himself much and could take satisfaction in the crush as ripe grapes. How
bothered him that both of those balloons they had had an affair with Ines ...
What were those two more than he?

" Ehem!" Someone cleared his throat.
Lykos, abruptly diverted from his purpose of revenge, shuddered involuntarily.
" Sorry I interrupted your meditation on the mysteries of life ... - Liley mocked him, handcuffed to a chair in front of his desk - but I'd rather get out of this process the police before tonight, you know. "
Lykos was produced in a string of curses in greek pagan of considerable length.
The girl did not bat an eyelid.

" vented You?" He asked casually at the end.
Lykos gave her a dirty look and snarled. "I would, pussycat ..."
Usually werewolves type cat does not cause major disorders, but close to full moon sometimes felt the overwhelming desire to chase them up onto a tree, especially when they showed off their phlegm Gatteschi.

He struck angrily to the latest data on the terminal, threatening to destroy the keyboard, ignoring as best he could the smile of the girl.
What was irritating ...
gave the order to print and strode across the room to retrieve the document from the shared printer.
Back at her desk, slammed the rudeness of the front along with a bic Liley of the entire ordinance and gnawed off his handcuffs. 'Signature' I'm paper and disappear. "

Liley did not need to repeat twice and scribbled vaguely hieroglyphic, got up and walked to the door without a word.
Lykos sighed with relief.
The lioness had gone without making a display of its most annoying humor.
Board on the door turned Liley.

"You were fast. Thanks puppy ... - Said in a soft voice - I'll give you a bone ... "and then disappeared as quick as a flash in the hall.
Lykos, sitting at the desk had a brief moment of stunned hesitation. Cogito
swearing again if all the gods, but decided that it would probably be counterproductive, finally opted for whining desperately. The day continued to deteriorate.

What was missing at the end

turn?

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Wanted caretaker of an island! What a great publicity stunt

now they have also talked about the news, so the viral effect of the new promotional campaign of the Australian state of Queensland has reached the height of its global reach, in a few days.

www.islandreefjob.com The site has in fact been created for selecting candidates aspiring for the post of keeper of the island on the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. The work consists in living for 6 months on the island while enjoying all the wonderful activities and excursions you can do in this paradise, and recount the experience to the world via a blog with photos and video. All this is topped with a salary of $ 150,000 Australians.

Needless to say, the nominations are already millions when there is still over a month in arrears.

There is no doubt that it is promoting, otherwise it would make sense to do a site translated into six languages \u200b\u200bif the applicant must speak perfect English (the language of chance and that neighboring countries have the greatest flow of tourists to the 'Australia).

I find this initiative a great idea to promote a tourist destination worldwide, with coverage across all media, at a cost truly ridiculous (the salary of the keeper) than it would have cost to purchase similar space in newspapers, in TV and online. An example of viral marketing at its best, which is amplified by the millions of videos, of course, have as their central theme the Australian barrier, which candidates must submit to be eligible for selection.

no doubt about it, hats off to the office of tourism in Queensland, and .... I very nearly am sending my application, work is just an excuse, but someone will do really!