Quis custodiet custodes?

"The Central Intelligence Agency’s secret interrogation program operated under strict rules, and the rules were dictated from Washington with the painstaking, eye-glazing detail beloved by any bureaucracy".

The final question is: There could have been someone who really thought CIA was acting independently from the top? How can someone say he didn't know what was going on behind closed doors?

Related links:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/26/opinion/26wed1.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/26/us/26prison.html?_r=1&hp

Life is Fiction - How messing around with weapons in Angola can help chairing a Department of Spanish Philology

These days I received a visit from some Spaniard friends of mine. They're traveling around the region and - as usual when friends of friends are involved - me and Federica are providing logistic and gastronomic support for what is in our power.

On Tuesday we had dinner together with some Kyrgyz friends and a German journalist in a restaurant with good food and ill-mannered waitresses.

We spoke a lot about countries in Central Asia, especially about Kyrgyzstan and - most of all - Uzbekistan.

One of this Spaniards has an insane interest towards soviet history and knows a huge amount of paradoxical anecdotes about that period, but all these stories were nothing compared to some people he met in Tashkent.

Photostory - Weekend at Voronzovka

Last week end I went staying for three days in the Regional school of Chuy Oblast, located in Voronzovka.

I was invited through Achim Merlo, my UNV supervisor, to join together with other International UNVs a summercamp for children far from home and orphans. My Office had no problem in authorizing an "unofficial" day off for me to go there on Friday early morning, they all commended the idea and the initiative.

In vino veritas

Sunday morning was devoted to food shopping for the Italian cooking-class day.

I had the chance to practice a lot my Russian with Marshrutka drivers, sellers, passers-by, beggars, drunk people.

A police officer in plain clothes - after checking my documents - praised my good Russian. A small girl selling juices did the same with a very good English. Also a miller commended my use of his difficult and fascinating language.

Hint for a good PhD topic

"The non-consistency of glass doors in the conception of plastered Kyrgyz girls - A series of case studies".

What do you think?