#bring tutti thursday back

[copias-juicebox]

Happy tutti thursday ghesties 💜

[fairykukla]

"Tell us a story, Sanguine!"

"I would love to. What kind of story would you like?"

"A scary story!"

Scotti whimpers softly. "I don't really want a scary one."

"Halloween is around the corner. I could tell a slightly spooky story with a happy ending?"

"Yeah! That sounds good!"

"Please tell us that one. Ooh! And can there be a dog in it?"

"As you wish."

Once upon a time there was an old house at the end of the street. None of the people in the neighborhood had seen anyone go in or out for a long time.

There was a girl who lived on the street and she had a little dog. The girl had heard many strange stories about that old house, but never tried to go up to it herself.

But one day her dog got out of the yard and ran down the street. The girl ran after her dog and when she finally caught up, she realized that she was standing under the windows of the spooky old house.

She picked up her dog and scolded her. "You shouldn't run away, Tutti," she said. Tutti just licked her face.

The girl looked into the window, and the curtain had torn, so she could see right inside.

The house was full of dark furniture and dust.

But something moved in the shadows!

The girl was rooted to the spot and couldn't look away! An old woman walked up to the window and peeked out at her.

"Come to the door! I would like some company!"

The girl walked to the front door slowly. When she got to the porch, the door was open.

"Come on in. What's your name, Kiddo?"

"May," said the girl.

"Then you 'may' come in!"

The old woman had been caring for her husband who had been sick for a long time. She apologized for the state of the house.

"I didn't have much time for keeping things tidy."

"Why didn't you hire a maid? Or a nurse?"

"I am a nurse, actually, and I couldn't really afford a maid. We never had any kids and all my relatives are gone, or far away."

"What about the people in the neighborhood?"

"I hate to be a bother."

"Well, I could come and help you on Tuesdays and Thursdays! My mom works late on those days."

"What a lovely idea!"

So May made plans to help out on Thursday. She asked her mom if it would be ok to help out at the old house, and her mom said it was fine, that she would pick her up at 7pm.

May had a nice time helping the older lady dust and shake out old curtains. The older lady had a bad back and needed someone to lift and carry for her.

When her mom came to pick her up, she asked if she could meet to old lady.

May looked high and low and called out to her, but couldn't find her.

"Mrs. Hitchcock? Where are you? My mom wants to meet you."

May's mother grabbed her shoulder. "Hitchcock? That's the name of the people who owned this house."

"Yeah. She was caring for her husband, that's why no one has seen her."

"Honey, the Hitchcocks both passed away before you were born. I remember, it was right after we bought the house."

"What?"

"I thought you were helping out the new owners. Maybe it's their daughter?"

"No, she said they didn't have any kids."

The next Tuesday, May sneaked over to the house again and knocked on the door.

When it opened, and the old lady was there, May noticed that she was still wearing the same dress she had on the last time. "Where did you go? I wanted you to meet my mom."

The old woman sighed. "May, sweety, not everyone can see me."

"Are you a ghost?"

"I suppose so. I tried to wash some dishes the other day and I just couldn't pick them up. I've spoken to other neighbors but they just ignore me."

May had been feeling scared when she asked the ghost question, but now she was really sad. "Oh, Mrs. Hitchcock. I'm so sorry. You're all alone here, aren't you?"

"Yes. I just feel like there is so much I haven't finished."

"I can see you, and I can help."

May then did the greatest truck of her life. She got the rest of the neighborhood to come and do things like prune the hedges and now the lawn. She persuaded the other kids to come help clean and air out the rooms with a promise of seeing the spooky old house.

Eventually, the old woman walked through the beautiful rooms and sighed in contentment. "May, this is lovely. It's been so nice to have People in the old house again. Bring your mother tomorrow. I think I can find a way to communicate with her."

So May brought her mother to the old house, and as they walked to the door it opened.

The door to the kitchen then opened. The walked into the kitchen and there was a letter on the table.

May's mother picked up the envelope and saw their names written on it.

The letter turned out to be the deed to the house, made out in May's name.

[valentina-rising]

“You forfeit all rights to my heart.”

date: September 23rd, 1997 time: 1:45 p.m location: Baptista e la banca azienda, Verona. ( Baptista&Co Bank )

                               ❝ And all I remember is your back                                    leaving us all in your past.

                          But piece by piece, I collected me up                     off the ground, where you ABANDONED things and                  piece by piece we filled the holes that you burned in us                                           at seven years old. ❞

The bank was relatively calm, serene for a Thursday afternoon, and did nothing to calm the bundle of emotions churning in the stomach of the young girl passing through its doors. A boy followed behind, pleading too softly for anyone else to overhear. But she was a hurricane, tearing down anyone in her path and quieting his words with a pained, pleading look of her own. She needed to know, they both deserved to know. After everything of the past two weeks it felt only right. The only thing left for the Gallo twins to call their own would be the answers that only one of them truly desired with every fiber of her being. Acceptance was a fickle, damaging road. Valentina had not yet crossed its paths. Oh, she was ever consumed in anger, denial, bargaining for something she couldn’t put a name to. Santino was ushered back out by his sister, with the promise she would only be a few minutes at most.

It had only been two days before this that they were delivered to the steps of the orphanage, a bag each to their name and a pitying look from the woman who led them inside. In truth, their new residence wasn't terrible but it wasn't a home. It wasn't a FAMILY, something that even if she did not feel a deep seeded need for, meant nothing of how deserving her brother was of one. Santino was hope, her happy in days of nothing but realizations of hurt and a nagging sensation that maybe this had been their plan all along. She wouldn't fault him for his desires of hope, longing for the explanation that their parents had simply held their best interests at heart. But she often felt like as his other half, her role was the darkened, dingy and dented  side of the silver and solid coin of his composition. It stung with a swiftness easily soothed, for she would do anything for him, and knew he felt the same.

Valentina made her way to one of the teller windows, tapping  on the glass impatiently. -Tap tap tap TAP, the staccato rhythm abruptly halted by a sharp sound. A voice of the woman behind the glass inquired if she was lost, the saccharine layer to her words setting the Gallo girl on edge within moments.

" -’m  not lost Signora. I was hoping someone could give me some answers I was looking for? My parents--"

"Tesoro, I cannot reveal anything without a parent or guardian here. Unless you are of age.  Are you?" The light sneer sent her way was painted a glossed rosy pink and she swore she'd never hated a color so viscerally.

"You're not able to tell me of anything? Please, they're gone Signora. They left us. I need to know if they took it all with them! This was their plan, I think. I feel it in my heart and all I need is a yes or a no. It's your job, banks handle money right?! I said please,  just..just  DO it.!"

The end of her speech had her voice rising steadily, turning the heads of a few nearby patrons who looked on with distaste. Valentina loathed these towering men and women, the strings of gold around their necks dripping with privilege and egos almost palpably. To a child who was kept clothed and fed by necessity rather than desire, it felt cuttingly cruel in its elegance.  

“Si terribile donna malvagia! chi devo parlare per le risposte? Tu e il tuo brutta faccia siedi lì e non fare nulla! ”

"--Little girl if you cannot lower your tone this very minute.."

"---It is alright Fiora, I will take it from here. I'm sure the little one would prefer to talk about this privately, no?"

Spinning in place brought her to look up into the face of an aging man, with heavy lines across his face and a contrived smile she hated upon sight.

"Signore! I---I just wanted answers. For my brother."

"Of course you do. Come over here with me and we can talk. " and with a final glare towards the teller, so they did.

Sat in an overstuffed chair so tall her legs didn't touch the ground, Valentina blurted it all out. Coming home to an empty and silent home, she and her brother managing a week on their own inside the house before a neighbor took notice and called the people who brought them to the orphanage. And most importantly, the knowledge her father kept his money here, that the records of their account were somewhere behind those stone archways. Did he know where they went to? If they planned on returning?

She was studied for a moment, watching him in return as he took in the state of her hands, how she clenched them instinctively to fight the shake to them and only exacerbated the scrapes across her knuckles. Her pale green eyes made impossibly large with the shadows underneath them. ( a recent development. Valentina slept nowhere she felt unsafe or vulnerable, and the orphanage often felt like one huge, exposed wound on her psyche)

"--Miss Gallo, if you will give me a moment. I will be back."

It was more than a moment. It was ten excruciating minutes spent avoiding eyes of others, and then staring openly in defiance when they found her gaze anyway. But then he had returned to her, the look of pity and resigned annoyance lingering in his form.

"Miss Gallo... Signorina I am very sorry for what has happened to you and your brother. But there is nothing I nor the bank can do for you further than telling you this. The accounts in that name were swept clean, debts paid, a near fortnight ago. There is nothing. "

"...Nothing." It hollowed out in her chest, the knowledge of being right. Oh how she'd wished to be wrong for the sake of the boy waiting outside.

"You had to have known. You just let them take it all and go?! How could you do that? How do you sleep--"

She watched as he seemed to grow before her, cold and steeled against the tirade of a child. "Signorina I assure you it is not the job of Baptista&Co to account for people who do not seemingly love nor care for their children. No one can force that I'm afraid. I am very sorry, but you should go."

The words felt like a blow, and it was one too many for her own battered pride as she launched herself from the chair back to the tiled floors.

"Vaffanculo! Tu non sai niente della mia famiglia. Nessuno dei miei genitori! Ti siedi lì, tutti voi e agire come se hai guadagnato questo in qualche modo, quando è stato consegnato alla bocca in attesa di voi con un cucchiaio d'argento. Che tipo di mostri dice ad un bambino? si sono fottutamente terribile e può andare all'inferno!”

She was cut off with a yelp, a strong grip to her upper arm sure to bruise the pallid skin with its ferocity. The security guard didn't hesitate to pull her away towards the entrance, the brunette spitting words of venom and shouts of curses no child should know with all her might.The bright sun of Verona’s afternoon greeted her, as did the hesitant and harrowed face of her brother. Chest heaving, it was nearing three minutes before she could bring herself to utter words beyond the trembling of her body, leaning against him for strength.

"I’m sorry, Tino. They---they left us. Well and truly. The money is gone. Credit paid and accounts drained. They planned it. They didn't want us. I'm so sorry.” Her throat cracked, the emotions building in it and making her words little more than a choked gasp as it all sunk in. “I thought...I don't know what to do anymore. How COULD they?" 

Sinking to the corner of the street, she felt an arm around her and leaned into the comfort of it, familiar and still so very much hers. They would always have one another, that much she knew. Nothing in this world would tear her brother from her, she would burn this city and its people to the ground for anyone who dared threaten that.

Silence flitted between them, until she could swallow past the lump in her throat and the unwanted wetness in her eyes had receded. A hand held out in question, no hesitation as she took it and stood and began to make their way back to the orphanage. “I-I’m okay. You and me. Always. We’re all we need and i’ll make this okay, kay? I promised you that, remember?” Whether she was saying for his benefit or her own was left to be said.

That year was a year of lessons, that very day full of one she wouldn’t forget.

 The world was cruel, so you must be crueler. Harden your heart little girl, only you can save yourself.

No one would ever see her cry. No one would enter her heart and shatter it the way her parents had. To love freely is to bleed freely, and was a fate she wouldn’t allow. The love she held for Santino was all she would ever allow. With so much to live for, and so very much to die for it was them against the world, and the world wouldn’t know what hit them. 

             --’finito

[kansascityhappenings]

New business owners ‘elated’ to be part of future of Kansas City’s 18th and Vine district

KANSAS CITY, Mo. — If you’ve strolled through Kansas City’s Jazz District lately, then you might have noticed several new businesses popping up.

“I’m so glad to be here. I’ve always known I would become a business owner, and I’m elated to be a part of history,” said a smiling 26-year-old Sharekka Byrd, the co-owner of Bayou on the Vine.

Six months ago Byrd, her parents and a few other relatives opened the new, family-owned restaurant, which features Cajun-style cuisine and live music, at the corner of 18th Street and Vine.

“We kind of wanted to capture some of Louisiana and bring it here to Kansas City,” Byrd said.

The Byrds have a vested interest in the 18th and Vine district.

“Many years ago, my late grandfather, Tutty Gadson, was a famous jazz musician known around Kansas City and the world,” Byrd said. “He played in the Jazz District all the time, and so it only makes sense that my family and I bring our businesses to the area where our history, where our legacy started.”

Just a few doors down from Bayou on the Vine, rapper Walter “The Popper” Edwin, who made a name for himself last year after teaming up with Tech N9ne on the hit song “Kansas City,” has now put on a new hat.

“Man, I am so excited about being down here in the Jazz District. I want to help generate growth in this area,” Edwin said.

In three weeks, Edwin will open his new “I’m KC Clothing Store” in the popular entertainment district.

“I just think we need to bring the money back to the 18th and Vine District,” Edwin told FOX 4’s Robert Townsend on Thursday.

Edwin and Byrd are just two of what city officials hope will be many business owners who choose to set up shop in Kansas City’s Jazz District.

During the early 1900’s, the Jazz District attracted countless crowds from the metro and around the world.

“There’s just so much rich culture and history here. This was, and to me still is, one of the birthplaces of jazz, “ city architect Eric Bosch said.

Now, city officials hope their $27 million makeover — which includes turning old office and empty spaces into new jazz clubs, restaurants and retail stores and revitalizing the old Boone Theatre — will give the Jazz District and the city a long-awaited economic boost.

“Some developers have already talked to us about the potential of the Boone Theatre building,” Bosch said. “Overall, we’re looking at 28,000 square feet, and it’s all on the main street level. The buildings down Vine Street, we reconditioned some of those and stabilized them, and then we’re going to completely redo 18th Street with a new waterline and streetscape, new lights, brighter lights.”

Byrd and Edwin said they hope to do business in the Jazz District for a long time.

“I think I’m here to stay,” Edwin said.

“As long as my customers are coming and filling their stomachs, leaving with a smile and coming back the next day, then I’m OK,” Byrd said. “Also, for people who are thinking of coming down here and starting their own business, I strongly encourage it. We need more businesses down here.”

from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports http://fox4kc.com/2018/03/02/new-business-owners-elated-to-be-part-of-future-of-kansas-citys-18th-and-vine-district/

from Kansas City Happenings https://kansascityhappenings.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/new-business-owners-elated-to-be-part-of-future-of-kansas-citys-18th-and-vine-district/

[supertrendingnewsarticles]

The death of a Mafia “boss of bosses” nicknamed The Beast, who ordered dozens of murders during a bloody reign of terror, could unleash a turf war between rival factions in Sicily, Italy was warned on Friday. Salvatore “Toto” Riina, one of the most brutal godfathers in the history of Cosa Nostra, died of cancer at the age of 87. He was serving 26 life sentences for multiple murder convictions. Riina, known in Sicilian dialect as “U Cortu” or Shorty because of his diminutive stature, led a reign of terror in Sicily for nearly 20 years until his arrest in 1993. In establishing an iron grip on Cosa Nostra, he murdered rivals and sent many opponents into exile in the United States and Latin America. There are now fears that “the exiles” could seek revenge against “the Corleonesi”, Riina loyalists who come from the hilltop town of Corleone, immortalised by The Godfather films, and Palermo, Sicily’s capital. Mafia "boss of bosses" Salvatore "Toto" Riina, is seen behind bars, during a trial in Rome, 1993 Credit:  AP “Riina’s allies are terrified that the exiles will return and exact vengeance for the slaughter of the 1980s,” said John Dickie, an expert on Cosa Nostra and the author of several books, including “Mafia Republic – Italy’s Criminal Curse”. “Riina drove many of his enemies into exile. Since his capture, they have been angling to return.” Italian politicians and mafia experts also warned that the death of Riina by no means signaled the end of the Mafia. Notwithstanding the godfather’s arrest 24 years ago, Cosa Nostra has gone about its business, dealing in drugs and extorting money from legitimate businesses in Sicily and beyond, and is likely to continue to do so. “His death should not tempt us to lower our guard,” said Andrea Orlando, the justice minister. Rosy Bindi, the head of a government anti-Mafia commission, warned that Cosa Nostra still presented a grave threat. "The end of Riina is not the end of the Sicilian Mafia, which remains a highly dangerous criminal system," she said. Monsignor Michele Pennisi, the archbishop of Monreale in Sicily, said: “The delusional omnipotence of the boss of bosses may have finished, but the Mafia is by no means defeated.” A cameraman films the Sicilian town of Corleone, where Mafia boss Salvatore 'Toto' Riina was born. Credit: AP After his incarceration, Riina was succeeded as the “capo di tutti capi” (boss of bosses) by Bernardo “The Tractor” Provenzano. But he in turn was arrested in 2006, after more than 40 years as a fugitive. Since then, Cosa Nostra has lacked clear leadership. “It’s politically divided between Riina’s Corleonesi faction and the exiles,” said Prof Dickie, who teaches Italian studies at UCL. “When he took control of Cosa Nostra in the early 1980s, Riina did so by decimating the most powerful bosses. He threw them out and took over the heroin trade to the US.  “Families were virtually ethnically cleansed from parts of Palermo and went into exile. They have been trying to come back. Cosa Nostra needs leadership. My best guess, though, is that there will be continued drift.” Despite its fearsome reputation, experts say Cosa Nostra is weaker now than it has ever been in its 150-year history, and that is largely the fault of The Beast. A picture taken on March 8, 1993 shows mafia boss Salvatore "Toto" Riina during his trial at a high security prison in Palermo.  Credit: AFP When Riina ordered the assassination in 1992 of Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino, two high-profile anti-Mafia investigators, he went a step too far, bringing down the wrath of the Italian State on Cosa Nostra.  Italy dramatically stepped up its fight against organized crime, creating an FBI-style agency and keeping alleged Mafiosi under surveillance.  Riiina responded with his customary savagery, ordering the murder of judges, magistrates, journalists and police officers. The son of a poor farmer, he was born in 1930 in Corleone, the birthplace of Don Corleone, the fictional Godfather in Francis Ford Coppola's movie trilogy. When he was 13, his father accidentally blew himself up while trying to remove explosives from an artillery shell fired by Allied forces as they invaded Sicily in 1943. When he was 19, he shot a man dead during a gang fight in Corleone and spent six years in prison, a rite of passage for a mafioso. Once out of jail, he became a foot soldier for the then head of Cosa Nostra, before assuming leadership himself.  He married a teacher from a mafia family and had four children with her, one of whom is behind bars for four murders. A group of Carabinieri and onlookers looking inside a car at the bodies of Chief Prosecutor of Palermo Pietro Scaglione and his driver Antonino Lo Russo, killed during a Mafia attack perpetrated by Salvatore Riina in 1971.  Credit: Mondadori Riina eluded police for almost a quarter of a century - without ever leaving Sicily. His reign of terror did not end with his arrest and imprisonment – while in prison he  ordered the murder of a 13-year old boy who was kidnapped in a bid to stop his father from becoming an informer. The child was strangled and his body dissolved in acid. During a killing spree known as “The Slaughter” in the early 1980s, Riina sought to annihilate his many rivals. He turned 87 on Thursday and died just a few hours later, in the early hours of Friday morning, falling into a coma after complications following surgery. He died in a ward for prisoners at a hospital in Parma in northern Italy – hundreds of miles from his fiefdom in Sicily. His funeral is likely to be a private affair in Corleone, the town of his birth. The Catholic Church said his family would not be allowed to hold the funeral in a church. “The Pope has excommunicated Mafiosi,” said Father Ivan Maffeis, spokesman for the Italian Bishops Conference. "The condemnation of the Italian Church regarding this phenomenon is unequivocal.”  

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[jeangabsdiary]

July in poetry

[Versione italiana più in basso] July was a wonderful month for Ischia Dolphin Project, with lots of sightings of different species: on Thursday, 6th July, we met sperm-whales, bottlenose dolphins and striped dolphins in the same day!

At the beginning of the month, we had the street artist Marco Tarascio on board: he is passionate about conservation of the ocean - his art name is “Moby Dick” - and he draws sperm-whales on walls and canvas all over the world: thanks to the Jean Gab he met his heroes live for the first time!

On 6th July we had on board two dear friends, the journalists Pasquale Raicaldo e Graziano Petrucci, who wrote some beautiful articles about Ischia Dolphin Project [Italian only].

In these days we collected for two times stool samples from Brunone The Sperm Whale, which we are going to analyze, and we registered through our hydrophone the voice of another sperm whale, different from Brunone.

Among the nicest person on board, there was Alessia Ciraolo for sure, which was the research assistant for two weeks: you can read the beautiful story which brought her on board the Jean Gab here. And don’t forget to check the lovely feedback by Jevgenija, here!

In July we also tested our drone, which will provide new perspectives to our photo-collection during each sighting.

As any reader of this blog already knows, we don’t meet only cetaceans during our trips on board the Jean Gab, and July was no exception: we met a lot of Manx shearwaters, Cory's shearwater and some bluefin tuna!

At the end of the month, we had the most precious sighting: three (at least) groups of tursiops, mothers and calves, watched us at distance, while the most curious dolphins came near the boat to "check” what we were doing! We recorded a lot of clocks and whistles.

One of the volunteers on board this month was our old friend Frank Wesseling, who takes part to our camps since 2008. He loves singing and writing songs finding inspiration on the sea, and he “rewrote” a famous Mozart opera song from “Don Giovanni”:

Oh, come to our boat, beloved dolphin show yourself if you are nearby if you don't give us this pleasure we can only come back to our harbor.

Your lips bring clicks and whistles you run near the bow, beautiful, fast, don't be cruel with us, beloved dolphin, let us see you, dear friend!

Join the Ischia Dolphin Project! Check the participation info here, or write to postmaster@oceanomaredelphis.org for more info!

Il mese di luglio è stato entusiasmante per Ischia Dolphin Project, con tanti avvistamenti di specie diverse: giovedì 6 luglio, giornata record con 3 specie diverse di cetacei avvistate nella stessa giornata - capodoglio, stenella e tursiope! A inizio luglio è salito a bordo con noi per due giorni Marco Tarascio, in arte Moby Dick, street artist che dedica gran parte del suo lavoro alla promozione della difesa degli oceani: da anni dipinge capodogli su muri e tele di tutto il mondo, e sul Jean Gab è riuscito a vedere il suo idolo dal vivo per la prima volta! 

Giovedi 6 luglio erano a bordo del Jean Gab anche due amici giornalisti: Pasquale Raicaldo e Graziano Petrucci. Il bell’articolo di Pasquale Raicaldo è disponibile qui. Tra gli aspetti di ricerca più interessanti di questi giorni c’è il recupero - per ben due volte - di campioni di feci del capodoglio Brunone, che saranno analizzati (foto in basso), e la registrazione mediante idrofono di un secondo esemplare di capodoglio, diverso da Brunone.

Tra le persone più simpatiche a bordo, va menzionata senza dubbio Alessia Ciraolo, che ha svolto la mansione di assistente ricercatrice per due settimane: la bella storia che l’ha portata a bordo del Jean Gab l’abbiamo raccontata qui. E merita un’occhiata anche l’adorabile feedback lasciatoci da Jevgenija, che è possibile leggere qui.

Luglio è stato anche il momento delle prove tecniche con il drone (foto in basso), strumento che apre nuove prospettive alla raccolta fotografica che avviene durante gli avvistamenti!

Come è noto ai lettori di questo blog, i cetacei non sono i soli abitanti del mare che è possibile incontrare viaggiando sul Jean Gab, e il mese di luglio non ha fatto eccezione: tantissime berte minori e maggiori e qualche tonno rosso hanno salutato l’equipaggio del nostro vascello di ricerca!

Il mese si è concluso con un avvistamento a dir poco spettacolare, il 29 luglio: al rientro, davanti Forio, tre gruppi numerosi di tursiopi, madri con cuccioli, ci osservavano a distanza mentre alcuni individui singoli si avvicinavano curiosi alla barca. Abbiamo registrato tanti click e fischi!

Tra i volontari a bordo abbiamo avuto il piacere di ospitare nuovamente Frank Wesseling (foto in alto), un volontario 'veterano' che dal 2008 partecipa ai nostri campi. Ama cantare e scrivere canzoni a bordo ispirandosi al mare e alla ricerca...e ha ben pensato di “riscrivere”una famosa aria del 'Don Giovanni'  di Mozart dedicata ai delfini! Ecco il suo testo: Deh' vieni alla barca nostra Oh caro delfino la tua presenza mostra se sei vicino se neghi a noi di dar quello diletto tornare al porto nostro e ciò che resta a noi. Tu ch' hai la bocca piena di click e di fischi tu ch' alla prua corri grazioso, rapido non essere, gioia nostra, con noi crudele lasciati almen' veder' nostro bell' amico! (Frank Wesseling)

Il comunicato stampa di Oceanomare Delphis Onlus relativo ai risultati del primo trimestre 2017 del progetto Ischia Dolphin Project è disponibile qui.

Il Jean Gab ti aspetta a bordo per nuove avventure nelle acque campane. Ischia Dolphin Project è aperto a tutti, leggi il bando a questo link e scrivi a  postmaster@oceanomaredelphis.org se desideri ulteriori informazioni.