Thoughts…
Overlooking my inability to take a selfie, Let's stop for a moment and look at these guys.
Jibril, Anwar, Mohammed, Ali, Umar, Loser, Saif and Hamza.
Twice a week I try to teach them what I know about the language I call mother and which I realize I don't know that much..
Every time I am surprised by their tenacity and I smile in disbelief when they ask me to explain the use of the subjunctive.
Desire to sell shines from their eyes.
Desire for life, of knowledge, of us, of Europe, that desire which is probably the only thing they didn't sell to get this far.
That desire to live that allowed them to overcome every possible physical obstacle, bureaucratic and psychological and unfortunately it is the same desire to live that risks weakening in this increasingly hostile political and social climate.
The land we walk on is drier every day, More and more pesticides are leaking from the taps from which the water necessary for its fertility should flow.
Mouths like taps that join the chorus of decrees that criminalize the existence of kids like them, who are kids like us but without the geopolitical privileges that we are given at birth.
Now if we look at the Earth from space, the only expedient left for us to admire unity on this planet, we notice dozens of mammoth walls.
For those who didn't understand, the desire for the future that drives these people does not stop in front of a physical wall.
The most difficult walls to cross are the invisible ones, those built with our indifference, with our stopping at the surface of a newspaper article, of a comment on Instagram, with our anger.
That desire cannot be stopped, but it can be surrounded, ignore, discourage.
And I'm discouraged and bored by always hearing the same words pouring out of those taps.
I 35 euro, latest generation smartphones, their obsessions with raping and converting us poor Christians, their little desire to work and be exploited as labourers, scabies, the women and children they leave at home, and they couldn't fight instead of running away and… it just is.
If we can't have empathy, I ask at least a little’ of fantasy!
But I don't give up and I wonder, how can one continue to give rise to one's not-so-recent frustrations by pouring them out on these people with impunity? ?
Why run after those who only foment division ?
Exactly, freedom of expression does not mean the right and duty to express oneself freely.
If we had a clear understanding of the meaning of free will, we would think twice before speaking publicly without knowing the reality behind the wall of misinformation., and in 2019 Italy's 77th place in terms of press freedom is no excuse!
The risk, increasingly visible, is to influence a large part of those who are undecided and lazy but need to have a position for those moments in which the dialogues at the bar or on Facebook reach a dead end or, much worse, for the elections.
Unfortunately there is no longer even room for incredulous people, because in a country where annual expenditure on armaments is just under half of that allocated to education we cannot be surprised if misinformation is rampant and curiosity is anesthetized.
Seeing my country not recognize the value of its boys and girls, of its graduates, I cannot even be shocked at not seeing him recognize the value of these young people.
Italy doesn't want young people.
I do not want, here, proselytize or accentuate the distance between those on this side and those on that side, distance is the only thing that should stay outside our doors and ports.
But then, here and there with respect to what ?
Because the issue is not do-gooders or Northern League supporters, legitimists or deniers, informed or misinformed and not, not even Messi or CR7, here the head and the typhoid have little to do with it.
The only thing that distances and divides, no, it's whether or not you feel part of that increasingly blurry mass that we call humanity.
The point, no, it's just this, be human or just be.
On the contrary, just this, be human.
