In London, I went to poke at the Speakers' Corner. 
For the uninitiated is that corner of Hyde Park on Sunday morning where anyone can get on a stool and harangue the crowd, free to say whatever he wants as long as someone is listening (and up to when the police consider what is being said law-abiding). 
I had been there about thirty years ago and I was convinced that today, in the years of intrusive media and the network, was now a place fell into disuse, outdated communication site to a few minutes, whereas if no proclamations today in six 400 lines something to your Facebook friends you are less than zero. 
contrast, the angle was alive and more crowded than ever, despite the bitter cold. 
For the most holy men, religious fanatics, hucksters, visionaries a bit 'out of my head, compared to the nationalist League Castelli is a common danger, certainly also routine in their eagerness to convert. 
However, my children (who have enjoyed like crazy) I explained that one of the Speakers 'Corner is a bit' a metaphor for Britain, its dialectical and tolerant spirit at the same time, where those who argue must do so in a convincing manner and ability to keep the point well in front of an audience skeptical and hard, ready to put an objection too hard and embarrassing, and where the listener has to be argued in turn in a civil manner, without deviating in violent language, or (inconceivable) in abusive. 
How does the Wikipedia entry quoting a British politician, a place where "freedom of speech is also extended to what is irritating, because of litigation, eccentric, heretical, uncomfortable and provocative at least until when it degenerates into violence. " 
Also quite impressive was seeing a group of Muslims verbally attacking in a very caustic (and with palpable hatred), the Jewish preacher possessed below. 
Eventually he approached a man and sixty feet tall with a clown nose and wig yellow canary began to harangue the crowd using a special gesture and a verbal totally invented, mimicking the futility of the chatter of today's politicians (halfway between Berlusconi and an aphasic Scarpantibus George Bracardi ). The crowd is sbellicata.
when it dropped from stool has started talking to his companion guide, showing off - including a pig, here "and a Pig, there "- an emphasis inconfondible ciociaro. I suddenly found myself catapulted into a more paradoxical platitude Totò Peppino and abroad who win the British people ... and the good and the bad is that it was true.
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