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the fierce hour.

Yes, clear, why would not he write a comment about "Time on" . Yesterday being started San Esteban de Salamanca, in the magnificent setting of the new chapter, expounding on the topic interesting and dense, "which depicts God in college." Indeed, all participants were "friends" of course, not going to ride a circus of those on TV where people are screaming, not listening and above the mother to lie to you when you do not share or is not able to follow development of an argument. What is striking is therefore not know whether what was said (I do not know what I said, and that by wearing a sheet if I asked any of the information learned), which was hard and good, but the structure, shape, possibility that opens a discussion in which people come to the heart convent ... in which we discuss and talk and, above all, listen. One of the stereotyped images that people have out there is that of the monasteries. Then we, priests, nuns and fellow beings, better not talk. And we live just as well, with an image that "it" has given us, "is" transmitted (as the memes of Dawkins, beautiful hypothesis without any scientific basis and that some swallowed as a science, whatever) and so we saves spending gray matter, gives us the existence and, incidentally, allows us to dismiss as ignorant, in Machado famously. The Dominicans are not monks (though that term has been popularized in some media communication), so that the closure should be a kind of opening that fly-tie me by the tail, but surely someone will understand what I mean: Time explains clearly lit. Thanks for having endured my rolls.

Sixto Castro.

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Obama, deliver me from the pain in my stomach.

Obama, say they'll change the world. Do me a favor, come and change my life personally. Come to Israel, delivered from control other people. Come and forcing us to do what is clear, and written, appropriate and necessary. Come and get us out of the occupied territories. Do not have to get up early in the morning. I hate getting up early to go to the checkpoints to see and to mourn. So do not need to see children of 19 years who have been persuaded to believe who are defending their country pointing their rifles at children of 5 years. Make it so that when my daughters spend half an hour in the shower, I do not have to think about families bringing water from distant sources donkeys, in bottles of Coca Cola. Make it so that when you're in line at the supermarket, do not have to think about the amount of people waiting in line at the controls, inside and outside the cities, going to school, when they visit their families for go to hospital or to work. Make it so that when my sister runs the hospital to give birth, and when I take my husband to the hospital, virtually cetelleando red lights, do not have to think about giving women light, heart patients and injured people being transported in an ambulance without a permit, a second ambulance with a permit. Make it so that when you see a soldier in uniform on the street do not ask me what he did last night. Which came home brandishing his weapon, what boy work over in the streets of Hawara, that evil smile. Make it so that in the morning does not hear the satisfaction in the voice of the announcer on the radio news, which reports that the army has killed six terrorists.

Six people without name, without mothers. Obama, this fall did not go to the olive harvest to help the Palestinians. Did not work out. So please do not have to suffer my conscience because I'm not doing enough. To be living my life, continuing my career, while for other people, just get home safe and sound, is a career in itself. Please save me from this pain I feel all the time, deep in the belly. Never stops, I can never really enjoy life, children, friends or work, because my mind is preoccupied with the image of the boy bound and blinded, and 3 year old girl hit her head rotating over the control, and barriers of dirt and concrete blocks that prevent many people's lives to be normal. Come on, Obama, come and save us from ourselves. And if that is what mean when they say they are no friend of Israel, then, do not be a friend. We have friends that we are equipped with weapons and justify all the horror it causes, and save us from international tribunals. Be truly a friend indeed. Save us from ourselves. And do not do it for the world, do it just for me, so you can have peace. You owe me. I do not believe in God, but still, I prayed for you. I wrote this letter the day you were elected, before Israel attacked the Gaza Strip. Before the Israeli media were entranced as they watched flames Gaza.

This letter was written by an Israeli woman, a member of Machsom Watch a voluntary Israeli women's movement, founded in 2001, dedicated to monitor and denounce human rights violations in the control of the West Bank and Jerusalem. Meets Israeli women united in their opposition to the occupation and its commitment to human rights.

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What God looks at the university? Merry Christmas

With the new year comes in January and in January reached a new hour on. next Thursday January 29th, 2009 at ten o'clock at night, in the Aula Magna of the Convent of San Esteban , the Dominicans of Salamanca we invite you to turn your life with us.

To the fierce hour January we prepared for the feast of St. Thomas Aquinas, the feast of the University, open discussion around the question "What God looks at the university?"

We will have four members of the university community , teachers and students, who will begin debating the subject for give way and open the debate to all that there are.

The university has always been a place of reflection and debate, space for opinion and discussion arena. St. Thomas Aquinas, a Dominican friar who was both student and teacher, was always model dialogue and rigor in their thinking. The Dominicans have always wanted to be faithful to that legacy of one of our most significant brothers, and we have always wanted to join the intellectual rigor in the studio with the ability to listen and discover the truth wherever you are. With this idea, we raise the question of God in the University.

And is that because of buses and marketing campaigns, it seems that the theme of God returns to public . Again, debate on the existence and likely again on what is and what it means to God. And we are convinced that the University can not be excluded from this debate, therefore, in one day is designated as the Feast of the University, and from these coordinates, we wanted to dedicate the hour on January to discuss this.