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This morning an unthinkable leap into the past brings back a mystery of adolescence. Someone on the asphalt, left torn pages of a pornographic magazine. I did not think there was more activity this mysterious and evocative of a distant past of paper.

In my childhood and adolescence (we speaking of the seventies and eighties) was not uncommon to come in the way of fragments of glossy magazines pornographic smashed to pieces. Genitalia (hairy) and erotic accessories of all kinds occhieggiavanoda those fragments, evoking all sorts of erotic activity. I never found a magazine full .

I've always wondered what a story we will refer to those pieces of porn. One hypothesis was that were the result of destruction by some angry wife or mother to discover that their male counterparts they amuse with such meanness. Ipetesi weak because the rubble of that rage would disappear due to the bottom of some garbage can to prevent, in addition to the insult, ignominy to welcome home a maniac.

The other hypothesis came from the complex Catholic education: a savory tug of war between sin and redemption (with a passion for the second). The fragments were abandoned on the way back from school for some corruptor. A species corresponding to those who, they said, giving candy to children with drugs outside schools.

Children, in passing, would be faced with the stark reality of sin in all its forms. But if this was the case, why tear out the pages? Here came into play perverse Byzantine ' catechetical training :

1. The infector lived a strong internal contradiction (redemption-sin) and therefore, although the need to entice evil, his guardian angel dying urged him to make incomplete pictures devil, mutilation (in fact many framenti were unintelligible except to an expert )

2.Il traviatore knew, from personal experience, that sin dulls feeling. So if the children had been precipitated in the porn industry with comprehensive and exhaustive texts would soon be self-immunized laughing at those stress positions and of those false faces ecstatic. The fragments instead alluded, conjured, marauders like the skirts of her companions at school, on the mythologies reproduction of which we had never found relief . Shrouded in mystery mutilation scoplite those images remained in the curiosity of every teenager.

Other explanations I've never found. It was very rare to find fragments of women's magazines or weekly policy. Or maybe those pieces of paper, no doubt cursed are the ones that best fit in the memory of a being in full development.