The CEO of Alitalia, Rocco Sabelli, CEO of Robert Solena and CEO of Solena Italy Stefano Bugliosi, signed a letter that mark the intention of Alitalia and Solena to initiate a study on the feasibility of building a plant capable of converting municipal solid wastes (biomasses promiscuous) in a significant portion of the fuel of jet you need the Alitalia aircraft fleetWhat ensures the reduction of greenhouse gas emissions and provides a stable supply of fuel for the company of airfares. Present at the signing of the agreement was the excmo. WILLER Bordon, Chairman of Enalg SpA, a partner company of Solena controller and Solena Group Italy SpA said that the objective of the study is to assess the feasibility of implementing a system for conversion of hundreds of thousands of tons of municipal solid waste (mixed biomass) into biofuel for planes, in order to meet part of the needs of fuel from Alitaliawhich reduces consumption of fuel for aircraft conventional and as a result of emissions of CO2 to the atmosphere (up to 96%). The use of the technology of the Solena group will produce aviation fuel alternative through a process of gasification at high temperature of the waste, which will be transformed into so-called synthesis gas. This gas is converted into liquid through a chemical industrial process called FischerTropsch. Alitalia and Solena believe that this innovative conversion process can contribute to a significant reduction of the emissions of GHG greenhouse (CO2) generated by the fleet of aircraft. Solena Group also plans to involve national and local authorities in the construction project. The technology proposed by the Solena Group also offers a solution to the problem of the dispersion of solid waste in landfills, avoiding emissions harmful to health and the environment. The agreement between Alitalia and the Solena Group is part of the innovative program called Green Sky which has already seen Solena group cooperate with British Airways for the conversion of significant percentages of solid urban waste in the metropolitan area of London in fuel for aircraft operating at Heathrow.
One can, for example, dressing them in a treasure chest. Simply fill deco stones and buried the coins in it. Thereafter, the chest still pretty garnish, eg with moss or ivy. And another craft idea to pack gifts of money. The most famous idea, the butterflies, when you fold the bills back and forth folds, so that a fan created, which can then be inserted through a wire into the bouquet.
Furthermore, we demonstrate a little holiday atmosphere in which to hide gifts of money in a little wheelbarrow, that it is filled with sand and verbuddelt the bills or coins in it. Another interesting issue is certainly the theme picture frame in which to fold the bills so that the first, the first two numbers (for example, remain 10 in the 10 bill) are available and at each other, only the ‘0 ‘end. This can be as long as stacking, as popular one. Thus the play does not slip and keeps on scope, lay the whole thing in a picture frame. Very creative also the variant that money is in the wheat beer glass. For this you need a glass of wheat and of course, coins and yellow jelly.
This is boiled and then alternately with the money stacked in the glass. Finally, we shall still some cotton as a foam crown and you get a draft beer special kind of very pretty certainly the idea is to wrap gifts of money as a bottle. For this we should have a clean Weissglasweinflasche, pour in some sand and shells and write with blue “bottle” on the bottle.
On a bush, I will be the least hurt. But the calm will not last long. We rusty shackles placed on the hands and feet. Force us to walk with metal spheres hitting our heels and ankles. There will be a repository of high walls.
The doors shall be riveted metal. Float in the sweet smell of urine and warmth cover numb fingers. We will again push. Tied we fall. When you enter the party leader with his flashlight to see our faces bloody, we will realize the presence of other prisoners.
The door will close. Dark and cold. Nobody will talk. You will hear gasps and groans. A skylight at the top will tell us that the night is high and secret. The constellations we look indifferent. Stars make us flirty winks. On my right hand, dislocated finger, a lizard amount. Maybe it's that or a trickle of blood. Someone next to me, no name or voice, panting so hard that his breath flooded my nostrils. Each time a man come in and we bathe with cold water. Two other clubs and bring hit us. One of the rods have a nail at the tip. Rip my back. At that time, our god we will have left. Just see the flight of his robe when Quidam make us leave the room. Loosen the shackles and see drag to five to a wall almost in ruins. Author often says this. The blindfold placed. Some, tired of pain and humiliation, you want to see the face of death at the apex of the projectile. Venture the hope of farce. The world has been a fiction. There will be no mocking indulgence. The shots will ring at the top of the night. The bodies fall on the stones. The men approached the fallen. Twitching, two will kill shots. Jump the bones of the skull with the brains and the dark blood, leave a stain on the rough wall. I do not know why at the time remember Sophocles. Rave will be the beginning and end of reason. A few steps away, there will be grave. Force us to throw the dead into the hole and cover them with soil. Resbalare and instinctively will support my open hand on the face of one of the shot. I will no pain or tears. My dry lips will slip a thread of saliva. And will soon be hit again, along with others, take me to the dark pockets of the shed. Everything has to be repeated. Again be trampled by the boots on the butts by the insults and flash lights. Someone unpublished succumb to a bayonet. Imagination will provide other ways of torture. Land fill our mouths and synthetic sewing threads. Rip our skin with razors and the wounds are washed with acid. With tongs will start our eyelids. Belts fracture of the neck vertebrae. Knives nailed into the palms of hands placed on a table. Draw the teeth with pliers and accurate shots. Scissors cut out their tongues like snakes forked appendages. The morning will come tinged with purple. The wind will remain hidden in the hollows of trees. When you open the gates of the barracks a corrosive mist flood their face. Cycle returns to its initial stages and the wheel of life and death will turn and rotate. At that time, the snow lilies shine on the bodies and on the tops of the trees the birds sing indifferent.