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In the country of the green beans

At three years, the daughter of a friend of mine called "quasi-paul" the little brother coming and still curled up in the belly of the mother: "Because when Paul gets born. Now it's just a bean. "The reasoning was not flawless, and he certainly also a reassuring function. The loss of the privilege of being an only child was exorcised by moving into the future an event disturbing.
The land of green beans is a place where things exist only in power, and is not at all certain that they actually do. Something that almost happened, after all, might not ever happen.
I have a friend of Dean. Almost-president, I should say, a headmaster beans. My friend is in this disgraceful state of quasi-existence because, some years ago, has applied to participate in a contest for aspiring principals. He was not sure I can be admitted, but on the contrary, thought that would have excluded him: he had almost the requirements right, but not quite, the Ministry, you know, has the tender heart of a virgin: he could not allow that ten days less in the service required for exclusion from a simple competition. So my friend was almost admitted to the competition: the glorious,
potential role of a bean.
Now, one of the qualities that characterize the quasitudine beans is that the bean has all the duties and rights that none of the non-green beans. My friend paid almost-competitions, like the real competitions, the course of preparation for the competition, he argued the evidence, he passed with flying colors. Meanwhile, as a status, was still in the land of green beans: namely, that the Ministry expected to come out of painful uncertainty which had been snatched from the time of application. It was a legitimate expectation, his: it was in fact spent nearly a year after the declaration of quasitudine, but the mystery of the reserve did not seem to unravel. And my friend remained in the land of green beans.
The day came when the winners of the contest were summoned to that other place of the collective called the Department of Education. The winners chose a home, and the almost-winners (2 in California) with a restarocono palm of your hand. Since then, the quasitudine or a statement of my friend, it's been 7 years. My friend Dean has bean changed schools 6. As is also Bravin, the institutions have often been trimmed of varying complexity, most often with the promise that he would remain. The principal green beans worked well, varava projects, arranged sites, it did tend to love, as usually happens to those who make a profession he loves and that is very easy. Then, again in August, the bubble burst and the head was almost moved elsewhere. Why? Because a principal role was asked to mix their own home that occupied the beans. And how can we deny a seat to a head case when it is improperly granted to the beans? How true to direct the head of another three sites that could be asked, perhaps less prestigious, to leave the beans in his place? And Parbleu, mica is not a real president, but only a potential, a reserve, a kind of silicon to be used to block the most obvious flaws in the state.
Now, in the state competitions, the reserve is not to be just like a football team in Serie A Meanwhile, you do not receive any salary Rather, you pay your lawyer must follow the story (which is usually a lawyer in every respect, and produces plots in the round, and without approximations). Then, instead of sitting on the bench, shake us very forcibly, in an attempt to ensure that the state "dissolve the reserve," which gives the thing a feature of liquidity is not very reassuring. In fact, the principal bean was in this condition, in the company of a dozen other lucky individuals throughout the peninsula, a significant number of entities, it is clear, against which it was legitimate to expect that the matter would be dealt with certain speed.
But we are still here waiting. And the urban legend of the principal bean spreads. Just ask him. You will see the eyes of mothers moved, of all ages and walks of life, dampening enthusiasm and ex-students. You will see teachers and precarious role of zealous and lose the light of reason. In short, you'll see what happens usually happens in school, even if no one ever says, when a teacher is good and dedicated, and when a president was born to do exactly the job he does.
But, in fact, this matters only in the imaginary country of green beans. In the real world, the beans are hostage to a top-down management curious, a kasbah, which resembles a psychiatric hospitalization, but it is not in the classical sense. Rather it is a timeshare that all members, not quite balanced, they want to live in the same period. This is not possible, and the mess that goes with it, who pays the price? Beans.

Nicoletta Vallorani