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Irish and Italian politicians, angered by the Kennedy School’s decision, retaliated by changing the name of the street fronting the school from Boylston St. to John F. Kennedy St. so that the name “Kennedy” would still appear on the school’s stationery, according to The New York Times...

Author: By Lindsay P. Tanne, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Gov. School Holds On to Kennedy | 3/10/2008 | See Source »

...Across the world, the techniques of the candidates are being copied. In Italy, Rome Mayor Walter Veltroni, a candidate for the position of Prime Minister, has taken to lifting lines from Obama, including repeated usage of "Yes we can" in three languages: English, Italian ("Sì, possiamo") and the Italian capital's local dialect ("Se po' ffa'"). In Hong Kong, prodemocracy parties are studying U.S. campaign techniques, in particular Obama's grass-roots youth organizing. "Everyone wants to study how he delivers his message," says Tanya Chan, a District Council representative from the Civic Party...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Feeling the Spirit | 3/6/2008 | See Source »

...walls, the silence was so thick that it bounced off the rows of tombs stacked like chests of drawers (a particularly creepy image when you envision folded socks and underwear stuffed in there with the dead people). The wind whispered gently in the background—in Italian of course—and as I read the names chiseled into the tomb’s façades, Pavarotti sung a silent opera in my head. I roamed the aisles wondering what the hell we were doing here, until I turned a corner and there they were. Stack after stack...

Author: By Francesca T. Gilberti, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: All Roads Lead to Iacurso | 3/5/2008 | See Source »

...climed back in the car and followed my dad’s inner compass down the hill where the road emptied into a village. We bounced slowly over the cobblestones of the street, beginning to get the feeling that cars weren’t big in town. Three older Italian men in suspenders, who were tanned the color of leather from the boiling Calabrian sun, sat playing chess under the awning of a caffé while sipping espresso and motioning with their hands. Every one of them was the spitting image of my grandfather, though he?...

Author: By Francesca T. Gilberti, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: All Roads Lead to Iacurso | 3/5/2008 | See Source »

...dispiace! Uhh sono Gilberti…mia famiglia, ça va?” my dad managed in his cacophonous dialect of English, French, and Italian...

Author: By Francesca T. Gilberti, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: All Roads Lead to Iacurso | 3/5/2008 | See Source »

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