HISTORY AND STORIES..

What’s happening in the world, especially in the last year, is making me lose hope for a better world. It scares me when I think about my grandchildren’s future, and it terrifies me at the idea of ​​wanting to bring a child into the world today. After Covid, I hoped with all my heart that the world would become better, I hoped that a catastrophe like that would make us better people, but unfortunately that hasn’t been the case. People all over the world have become greedier, more know-it-all, more selfish. There’s discontent over trivial things and indifference to serious matters, not to mention politics. We brought to power the very thing that led us to the Second World War, and while at the time there wasn’t social media to make us aware, today we are all aware of what we’ve done: putting the world in the hands of greedy and cruel old men and ignorant young people incapable of thinking unless forced. They’re leading us straight to the abyss, they’re leading us to what’s scary just to think about it: the Third World War.
And while Europe focuses solely on the suffering of tormented Ukraine, thousands of children in Gaza, Sudan, Ethiopia, Congo, Somalia, Libya, Mali, Niger…and many other places around the world are dying at the hands of tyrants, Nazis, and Zionists, and no one does anything. Indeed, if the people are demonstrating for peace, then they find a thousand and one excuses to attack you and call you anti-Semitic. The videos coming from Sudan and Gaza break your heart, children killed in cold blood, children dying of starvation because they are rejected by Israel. Every day you think I’d like to do something for those children, but it’s not possible. Those who should and can stop this are just standing there watching because it’s being forced on them, and in the meantime they pretend to want to do something.and while thousands of children die, our futile lives become glittering for Christmas between preparations and gifts, and I too admit that to recover I think about what to give my nephews, to make them happy, and because their smiles are among the few things that make me see the world in a different light.

Sometimes I wonder, what’s different between our children and children in countries at war? They both have two hands, two feet, two eyes, and such beautiful smiles. Why must man extinguish them? Why is there no empathy, humanity, or respect on this side of the world? What’s so special about our children compared to a boy or girl from Gaza, Sudan, or Myanmar? Do you have an answer? I do, nothing. They’re children, wonderful children who are forbidden from living.