The Juste Simon

NBA, the game that I love ,  NBA the reality that I hate. It has been a while that this reality has been striking me, but I have to push it back. I Have tried so many times to speak my mind but we all know what it means to try to open the eyes of a volunteer blind. As Harriet Tubman said " I have freed thousand slaves,  I could have freed thousand more if only they knew  they were slaves". As strange as It could seems to a decent brain, trying to bring the truth to someone who has chosen to ignore the truth can get you killed. I'm writing this article because the truth must spoken. In October 31, 1950, 21-year-old Earl Lloyd became the first African-American to play in an NBA game when he took the court in the season opener for the Washington capitols. Although Clifton was the first one to sing a NBA contract. A lot of newspapers were celebrating this news. In many of them you could see the line " NBA's color Line Is Broken". After those young th

       It was really a joke that I have had with a friend of mine in our way back from the university. But my storming mind does not want to let it go, so here I am, writing what it has to say. In my first days here in Germany I've met a guy from Ethiopia at the train station of Rosenheim. We've chatted for about half an hour before each us went for his destination. I was lucky enough to get a true story form this friend. He came all the way from his country to reach finally this place. From his country travelling by car, and other local mean he has managed to reach the Libyan coast. After several weeks waiting for his chance to be boarded, he was finally boarded in a very small boat (I think you all know the story), he has reached Italy, precisely in Sicily, after a long stay there he made it to Germany, here he said, he's having a decent life. But wherever he goes, there's one big scar on his face, that he does not know how to get rid of it. Surprised by