thank Claudio for this story.
Good reading, Enzo 
One day, Nasreddin Hodja and his son went to the market. The child was riding on a donkey, and he accompanied him on foot. A passer-by muttered: - This is our modern youth : Let yourself be carried easily the ass, forcing his old father, with his heavy turban, to follow him on foot! - Father, I told you so! murmured the child. Come on, do not wait and take my place. Nasreddin Hodja consent. They did so a little way until they felt challenged by a group of villagers: - Hodja Hey, your bones have hardened, broken by the memory of six years, because it forces quest'adolescente, in the prime of life, to limp slightly behind you in these words, Hodja found no better than to install his son behind him, on the back of the donkey. Had not gone very far that some people blocking his path, shouting: - What people ruthless Two people on a poor donkey and say it is our famous Hodja who tolerate this! If this is not a shame! This time, Nasreddin Hodja, beside himself, just down from the donkey, and his son, and the two continued going around the donkey free him. Since everything has an end, suffered some of the blame. villains that shortly after they met. - What nonsense! See the donkey kick and prance in freedom, while his bosses, challenging the intolerable heat and dust, are walking the road! You have never seen anything like it! - See, my son, "said Nasreddin Hodja, at the height of patience, I admire people who have shaken the gossips! You, as do you feel better and that people say what they want most, because the mouths of men are not a lot you can quit!
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