A day like today – I know it’s yesterday, but allow me please the time-shift, due to my night-owl habits – is one of those sad days almost by definition.
Of all the million things I could write about, of all those trips and plans and life-changing moments and whatnot. There is one I want to write about first.
Today, on my first 1st of August in Poland, little before listening the most spine-chilling alarms of war, I was reading of another war being held very close to me. This deserves two explanations:
For the first one
And the second
On the second video, if you don’t know Spanish, please just google it, allow me for once the license to skip the sad work, I had enough today.
I can’t help to get emotive. My entire body trembled when I heard those alarms today. My heart cried to hear, so loud, all of a sudden, the scream of our mistakes in mankind. I believe anybody who has talked to me for a few minutes knows that, even though I was born in Venezuela, I don’t feel such identity. I’m inherently and deep-heartedly European. But there is a bond. Even if not so cultural, even if there I’m a foreigner. There is a mother who’s crying, who was censored and attacked in the protests a long time ago. I was lucky she took me out of there at a very young age, when all that mess was just starting. Otherwise today, I would be in the front to fight. My life would have been so different, and most likely for the worse.