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Just one question brother

Stories and News No. 1277 A question. Just one, please. I would like to ask you just one question, brother, that in Melilla you lost your life ,  you lost a friend , a real brother, you lost hope in humanity , or what remains of it in each of us, in the present, even before the future, in the fate, in any divinity within reach of compassion... but what am I saying? Within reach of a hand that stretches out in solidarity, magically human towards you, and helps you to rise from a wrong, senseless, cruel and merciless history. Returning the well and the badly taken from you as if they were both a divine right. I would like to ask you a question once and for all, just one, even if I am convinced that I already know the answer, brother. It will perhaps be caused by my origins, that is what I think sometimes, but it is not the best explanation. I prefer the optimistic version, which leads me to believe that certain things can be evident to anyone, regardless of the differences. I've b

The angry tooth

Stories and News No. 1276 Once upon a time a tooth. Here is what remains of Patrice Émery Lumumba . Apparently , underlining and highlighting the adverb with a vehement bold. The news inspiring this piece is precisely the delivery to the heirs of the surviving remains of the former premier of the Republic of Congo, the first democratically elected for forty years, as well as activist and political leader, assassinated on the seventeenth January of '61 with the demonstrated complicity of the usual foreign powers. In a word, a tooth . The hero's tooth. A gold tooth from the brave champion of Congolese independence. This is all that was placed by the Belgian Prime Minister in the hands of Patrice's son sixty-one years after his death, accompanying the symbolic gesture with words that admit the “moral responsibilities” of their country and at the same time recognize the “serious wounds inflicted” and the “remarkable Lumumba's value for the independence of the Congo”. Of

The children and the Queen

Stories and News No. 1275 Imagine what is happening in the UK, which is not so far from what is happening in our country, like one of those science fiction stories of the last century, which anticipated the craziness of the future to make us reflect on the current ones. Is there a line, okay? A long queue of kids, all under the age of fourteen, according to the real story. Like their peers in the rest of the world, they are constantly on the way to a tomorrow they ignore, or who desperately want to be better than yesterday and certainly not worse than today. Under those looks, some angry, others frightened and still others absent – which is the worst thing, they have the same superhuman dreams and the identical, impossible aspirations of any child born with an undervalued dose of luck in his pocket. That's right, I say it from experience. Most of the time it just takes a lot longer for the tenderness that remains to come out and be admired. At the end of the line, to direct tho

Long live the indifferent

Stories and News No. 1274 For more than twenty-five years, by now, almost thirty, and closely alongside the artistic one, I have been following another path, accompanying the journey of young people of all ages, whether or not they are still such by birth. Most of the time – armed by theater, imagination and curiosity, but above all stories personally experienced, I wait for them entering the room where due to more or less striking derailments from the “normal” path. But we could also define it socially tolerated or simply ordered and visible. Whatever they say, at the end of the day they are just kids like the others, I repeat it to myself every day and they show it to me as well. In addition to the individual, personal problems which they face on a daily basis, like their peers who have had greater luck with the choices of destiny, they are also forced to meet obstacles that in reality are not random at all, but artfully constructed. Now I am not a sociologist, in this regard I sp