Zoo to close after 140 years: the weight of time for Sandra

Stories and News No. 892

Buenos Aires authorities have announced plans to close their zoo after 140 years, arguing that keeping wild animals in captivity in display is degrading.
The mayor said that 2,500 of them will be transferred to nature reserves in Argentina and that the place will be turned into an educational park and shelter for victims of trafficking.
The orangutan Sandra welcomed the news with happy, wise detachment...

Truth.
Orangutan Sandra - Photo: Juan Mabromata/AFP/Getty Images
Truth is manifested in many forms.
So justice.
And just as the simple consideration of the lives of others.
Nevertheless, one of the most unique paradoxes of you people is revealed when truth, justice and the simple consideration of others' lives intertwine in the same place and time, when the whole reason for common standing is mostly banal.
How to find that imprisoning living creatures inside cages with the sole purpose of selling their infinite sadness, their inevitable madness and their invisible, slow death of the soul is degrading.
Of course it is.
It was, indeed.
Everything has been so since the first verse of a cruel lullaby that bipeds by the alleged brain superiority insist on singing in chorus.
Sleep, lower creatures, close your eyes, servant nature, give in to the misery which we have confined you in, functional lives to the gods of flesh and blood.
I think this is the very first verse.
However, as a caterpillar in the mood of optimism confided to me one day, it is only a matter of time.
After all, that is for each season, as they say.
It applies to every story.
It applies to everybody.
Humans and animals.
Because time has a weight, but is often a misleading measure.
And when you convince yourself that the real power is squeezing every second in a closed fist here is that you become the slave.
Open.
This was the last word of the caterpillar before dying.
And so was the first one spoken by the newborn butterfly spreading her wings.
Open every part of you to the world and the world will do the rest.
Now, I know well that I am not synonymous of a shining intellect.
Monkey is certainly not a compliment, among academics.
Nevertheless, I understood what my mutant friend meant.
I understood and I trusted.
I do not have wings.
I never will turn with such bombast.
But I took the advice, and I opened.
Really, starting from my hand.
And I saw it.
I saw the weight of time.
I realized that, unlike the human illusion, the real power is to let free every single second on an fully disclosed palm.
And sooner or later, maybe after one hundred and forty years.
You will be what you were meant to be.
Free.

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Refugee camp: letter to the man of the future

Stories and News No. 891

According to Médecins Sans Frontières at least 1,200 people, including 500 children, have already died of starvation and illness in refugee camp in Bama, northeast Nigeria.
There are currently about 24,000 residents, including 15,000 children.
Can you think about the educational and humanitarian visits organized by institutions and schools at the Auschwitz concentration camp?
Every year politicians, journalists, intellectuals and celebrities do their walk there, all touched by the heavy memory.
I'm talking about the lager, metaphor of a place where the victims of the time consume the last hours of their lives locked in a kind of unmerited hell on earth.
Imagine living in the days when the latter was in full swing.
Imagine us.
At the same time, imagine him or her.
The person who in the future will visit the abominable camps of the past.
And present...

Dear son, daughter.
Or maybe grandson, who knows?
Only you, anyway.
Only you can watch the story without feeling judged.
Without judging.
But not for lack of rights or reasons.
Because the sentence is already written.
Photo by MSF
We wrote it, we, the peoples of yesterday, the ballasts of the past that had proven to be unworthy of their time since the first light of dawn.
Look around, observe the traces of yet inhuman event.
Measure the shadow of the little body vanished too soon.
And compassionate the maternal embrace that felt the most unbearable pain.
The woman that, with excruciating slowness, warned the better life crumbling between skin and skin.
Imagine the horrible day time that for souls disguised as skeletons was everything.
Past, present and yet present, never strong enough to hold the after.
Be sad, as I hope you will, for the ignored repetition of this infamy under the plain sun.
Outrage, please.
Outrage beyond all limits and, above all, do what the rest of us did not have the courage to do.
Get that valuable, immensely healthy and utterly rare feeling of indignation and, just as if it were a hungry infant clinging to your chest, give it nourishment.
Never stop to give him strength and vigor, taking care of it with unfailing punctuality.
As we did with mobile cell phone, so to make you understand.
To make you understand us.
Who we were.
Walk where they left off their last steps, the lives battered by fate and by the few lucky guys who could have disposed of the latter.
Fell what they have felt.
And give a name to what has enabled us to live with it.
Read, learn and condemn that damn word.
But, more than anything, condemn us.
Condemn us all.
Because all of us, when we could be worthy to be your past.
We have chosen.
To write or let write.
In the history of mankind.
Yet another chapter.
Of shame.

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Brexit or not Brexit story of Nigel and Ousmane

Stories and News No. 890

Think about Nigel, the blond Nigel, the pale Nigel and all his eagerness to get out from Europe.
At the same time, consider Ousmane, the dark hair Ousmane, the brown Ousmane and all his hope of get in Europe.
Life is a paradox, isn’t it?
We used to say that often imagination exceeds reality, but the more time passes, the more we underestimate the separation.
The truth is that imagination has already arrived in each, imaginable or real place, since the race’s beginning.
In the meantime reality loves slowing down so much to walk backwards.
So, Nigel comes even to assert that among the reasons of leaving Europe there is also immigration from countries beyond the royal boundaries.
So, maybe in a completely different way, Ousmane comes and nothing more.
Because arriving here is all for him.
But there are also intersections between the two stories, confused parts, so similar to look the same.
You know, Nigel would get out of Europe to protect the economy of his country.
Really? Ousmane would enter it to protect his life and the lives of his loved ones.
It looks the same, I said it, and the difference is venial for all the Nigel’s of this world and clearly not for the Ousmane’s.
There are even more obvious contradictions, otherwise what are we talking about?
Nigel demands to get out of Europe because he is convinced that that will take advantage for his nation's wealth.
Ousmane asks to enter Europe, despite ignoring that the latter everyday takes advantage of his nation's wealth.
There are, of course, mirror contingencies.
Nigel wants to leave Europe because he is sure that it will stay better.
Possible future or maybe not.
Ousmane wants to enter Europe for the same reason.
Impossible future or at best rare.
It is said that feelings define people even more than thoughts.
Well, then let’s look at Nigel, let’s understand him, let’s listen the man who feels himself everything except a citizen of the continent called Europe.
At the same time, let’s go near Ousmane, let’s follow him, let’s observe the man who in order to feel alive will be a citizen of every place that will allow him to be so.
Inside and outside Europe.
Please, think about Ousmane, the dark hair Ousmane, the brown Ousmane and all his urgency to come in.
Meanwhile, consider Nigel, the blond Nigel, the pale Nigel and all his anxiety to get out.
Done?
Here is the solution.
Here is the end of the story.
Make the one go out and get in the other.
And they lived happily ever after…

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Jo Cox murder: what you will not read

Stories and News No. 889

On 16 June 2016, the British Labour Politician Helen Joanne "Jo" Cox was killed by firearm and a knife outside a bookshop in Birstall, in West Yorkshire.
For the record, an elderly gentleman of 77 years was also stabbed as he tried to prevent her death.
The aggressor is the 52 year old Tommy Mair, close to the organization for white supremacy, opposing Europe and supporter of South African apartheid, called Springbok Club. Meanwhile Mair has already proven to be a supporter of the National Alliance, the largest neo-Nazi organization in the US.
The man, before he made his vile action, shouted 'Britain first'...

You will read.
You will read so much.
You will read so much about the murder on the street and the killer, the today best villain.
To be precise, you will read little about him, because at the end of the day they will tell you one thing.
The guy was a lunatic, he had mental disorders, he was just crazy.
You'll see, they will do it.
They've already done.
Madness is a blanket that most often destroys the soul, but if it's the big hand to use it, it solves everything in a short time, a bit like Mr. Wolf in Pulp Fiction.
What you will not read will remain as usual outside the door.
You will not read a lot of requests coming from everywhere to right-handed screamers and borders obsessed to distance from the criminal.
You have to distance from him, moderate neo-Nazis and extremists.
You will not read passionate articles and heated discussions on the religious belief of the murderer.
Sure, maybe if you just had the interest, you may come to know about the anti-Islamic "Christian patrols" marches of the killer's group.
But you will not find any mention among the noble pages about the faith of the latter.
If a guy is crazy is all you need to know, the card is invincible, it's like a perfect bowling ball.
Strike, resets everything and let’s go to the next shot.
You will not read about marches to defend the good person, a really good one, killed for having fought in the name of the common good, the really, very good one.
You won’t even read about delirious generalizations on social pages and twitter crusades against all the white right people.
You will not read of patrols specifically organized to protect the good citizens by them.
You will not read about would-be politicians of the same area of the victim, so-called intellectuals of the same flag of the deceased woman and engaged artists in the common area of the unfortunate politician even joining the manipulative chorus against the white killers.
And what should they do? Should they miss the mud’s wave? Votes are votes, gosh.
Because maybe they may have a point: right and the left are equal.
It's all the same.
Only in two cases, when we should be once and for all treated the same way, we become suitably different.
When we die.
And when we kill...

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They are not like us

Stories and News No. 888

Well, me too I had to recognize that Farage, Le Pen and Salvini are right when they stand in defense of our glorious continent...

They are not like us.
They don’t have our values and culture.
They don’t integrate.
They have no respect for others and for the host country.
They’re just here to bring disorder and violence.
They are only here to destroy our way of life.
They’re here only to be masters in our house.

Because they are not like us.
Because they don’t have our traditions and civilization.
Because they don’t conform to our laws.
And because they have no desire to do so.

They always move in horde.
They believe they can act undisturbed, because nothing happens.
They only bind each others.
They arm themselves as they wish.

The reality is that they are not like us.
The truth is that they have not our history.
Normality is that they should not stay with us.
And the simplicity would be rejecting them already on the border.

People are afraid, when they’re around them.
People are forced to shut themselves in their house, as they pass.
People are sick of these people.
People have the right to have freedom at their home.

However, the government talks but does nothing.
Nevertheless, the newspapers write a lot of articles and publish many photos.
Yet, the TV News and the talks are chatting and pontificating.
And the so-called intellectuals justify all.

What no one can doubt is that they are not like us.
They don’t believe in what we believe.
They have not families like ours.
They have no idea what living in a civil community means.
And they won’t ever want to learn it.

How many times should they destroy our city?
How many times must we endure their arrogance?
How many times must we read of their misdeeds?
How many?

It's time for you to accept once and for all the evidence.
It’s not a matter of intolerance or racism.
These people are not like us...

 
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