Story – Page 2 of 2 – Oakenglass: Defying Noise

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Crowdfunding

Crowdfunding > It’s three o’clock in the morning, and I’ve just launched the crowdfunding campaign, at last. But before talking about it, I would want you to read a story by Loren Eisely, an American anthropologist.Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the…

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August 10, 2018

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Newspaper

Newspaper > Oakenglass has been featured on the homepage of Bergamonews, a local online newspaper.The article is covered by copyright, so I’ve translated my quotes only. Here they are:This detachment is understandable even amongst friends. If a friend tells you about a physical illness they have, we feel more mentally prepared to help them; but suicide is another story. We feel scared when we have to face a confidence that hides a distress and a profound suffering towards life: our first instinct is to run away. This is because there’s no training, there isn’t the needed knowledge…

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August 1, 2018

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Talking

Talking > Some time after I had the idea of supporting the crowdfunding campaign through my bikepacking journey to Iceland, I found out that the International Association for Suicide Prevention almost does the same. Each year, around the World Suicide Prevention Day, the IASP proposes the Cycle Around the Globe challenge: jointly cycle a distance equal to the circumference of our Earth (i.e. 40.075 kilometres), to raise awareness about the risk factors of suicide and raise funds for vital projects on suicide prevention. I’ve just submitted the nine hundred and eighty kilometres I’m going to cover with my…

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July 27, 2018

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Iceland

Solo: A West Fjords Story

Solo: A West Fjords Story > Backpacking for three months in Iceland, from June to September, to loop Route 1. That was the original idea. Reading about all those people who had lived grand adventures by walking around the world awakened a forgotten thrill. The thrill of exploring. I also wished to relieve the burden of living in a hard-hearted society, to immerse myself into the world, to drift on foreign lands, to sense a deep connection with the earth, to enjoy the little things every day. Feel their same freedom. Unfortunately, my checking account didn’t agree.…

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July 21, 2018

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Green

Chapter Three: Day

Chapter Three: Day > Red believed that, in most cases, one decides to begin a degree in psychology for two core reasons: to help themselves and/or to help other people; every further motive can be reduced to one of these. The problem is, during those six years of study, a future psychologist who has always aspired to pursue a different career than psychotherapy, may forsake the former and be seduced by the latter… only because of a way fatter pay-cheque. And thus, the desire to help is overcome by the longing to be rich.Red had already…

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July 14, 2018

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Green

Chapter Two: Dawn

Chapter Two: Dawn > The alarm clock went off at 04:30 a.m., but Red was already awake. He had been awoken by a nightmare, by the vivid image of himself stranded inside Green’s flesh during the night before. He could watch through his eyes and sense his movements, but not read his mind or feel his feelings. As an helpless first-person spectator, Red lived flashes of last moments: watching a film, calling a friend, turning off the pc, lying down in bed, leaving the room, starting the car, shifting gears, stopping someplace, closing the eyes and……

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July 12, 2018

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Green

Chapter One: Night

Chapter One: Night > The alarm clock went off at 04:30 a.m. Red remained dozed in his bed for some time, while the pale moon light passed through the semi-closed shutters of his bedroom window. He had always kept them this way, day and night, because he enjoyed living in an ambience of constant dim light: no absolutes of brightness or darkness. When Red’s drowsiness wore off, he stayed still to enjoy the cosiness of his duvet for a little longer; it was the middle of spring, but a rather cold one. At five o’clock, he finally…

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July 10, 2018

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