Sometimes the story is capricious. He plays with chance, with the coincidences, surely to show us how awkward we are, again and again. When we are more dumbfounded we are with everything that is happening with Trump’s arrivalwith the purges that he has started against those who dared to investigate him, judge him, against whom they held a position of relevance; When he has started the random raids in schools, in schools and in hospitals to deport thousands and thousands of people, to send them back home although in their passport put they are Americans because they were born there; Just now the commemorative acts of what happened in Auschwitz’s liberation shake our conscience and memory.
The testimonies of the few survivors who remain there are like a kind of torch that lights up in so much darkness. His memory of how we reach that dark episode in history shakes us And he reminds us that, in some moments, we are making the same mistakes. The same speeches, the same arguments and the same apathy of those who saw him come and did nothing.
Yes, the images of migrants taken by force of their houses in Chicago or mounted on airplanes to return them to their country, or people overcrowded in tents at the border of Mexico, remind too much of what happened in many cities in Europe World War II. The testimonies of those who survived are those of people who have seen everything And that they see, with dread, how we are forgetting.
“If Europe wants to avoid destruction, its people must better anticipate the consequences of their actions.” In the front row, listening to the message left by one of those Auschwitz survivors, the representatives of the main monarchies, heads of state and, just behind, Zelensky. Serious Sowers, observing and listening to what those elders and old people were asking us, those who make decisions, but also to us, to whom we follow ideas or ideologies without questioning or sanctioning anything.
Now that the world seems to want to point out the different, to criminalize the one who comes from outside, to the migrants, I leave here one of the most powerful testimonies we hear at the Monday’s ceremony. His name is Marian, he is 99 years old. He was in Auschwitz and survived: «All hate and hate speeches that lead to armed conflicts between neighboring peoples or ethnic groups They have always finished in blood baths». And what reason is it. Israel with its neighbor Gaza. Russia with its neighbor Ukraine. The neighbors share borders and spaces. And the story, always capricious, tends to be repeated by the clumsiness of those who write it. I leave it there.
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