Since I've been a young teenager, since I learned at school about the horrors of World War II, I had lived in the fear it would all come back in a new form... I had expected Europe to hate Muslims, to see murders against foreigners, police's racism, new wars motivated by the desire to dominate and to "take all the land"...
I did expect we'd have to fight again, against fascism, against hatred, to save democracy.
What I did expect... was so much cowardice, and that so many friends would just stop writing and talking and meeting, because they are privileged enough to not fear any of this and continue living in the confort as usual, or to have a plan to expect somewhere... And don't want to hear "my constant politics.
And I surely didn't expect to see my 'hero' activists be so unfriendly, to ghost and deny we even collaborated.
I had always hoped the struggle and resistance would involve a lot of friendship and new forms of collectiveness.
I'm trying to rebuild these.
But it is particularly hard with so much heartbreak and loss.
So, my heart and immense gratitude go to the ones who are still here, to the new friends, and to the kindness of some strangers.
May you be blessed and protected from so much torment.
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