Those who we spent together were very intense moments.
the Diary, already on the pick-up that took us to prison, I have heard all of us. All
.
And especially in times of greatest weakness, in front of a door that was the boundary of our world suddenly reduced to 4 meters per second, you were all with us.
I saw in the first round to console me and then Mark and Matthew.
I saw as we accompanied the interrogations, always sitting close to us.
I saw you sitting on the ground with us, telling us of this young and extraordinary organization.
You have shared with me the food we got, good or bad it was. A
took turns to drink water, because all they had at least a sip.
Have you made the same uniform, and we laughed.
We smoked endless cigarettes, locked in there but free.
And even before we told the whole war, the real one.
Together we have treated the wounds of innocent people who can only suffer this tragedy.
Together then we were transferred to Kabul, leaving the heart in our hospital Lash.
And still together We met another prison, other guards, other interrogation.
Together we were on the balcony of the prison commander, free but still very scared.
Together we have an endless journey, exhausted but happy.
And together we will continue to do what we do and that is a must do if we want to call us 'human beings'.
And I know there will come a time when each of us will also lick their own wounds, which for the time being anesthetized by the extraordinary love that surrounds us.
But I'm not afraid.
you are there, from years.
And Tere has taught me that there is an enormous courage and dignity to ask for help.
not only in giving.
And I promise that I will if I feel that the blow was too much for a simple man like me.
Meanwhile, I hope to hear everyone, absolutely everyone, hug from my heart.
From soul to soul.
Thanks.
Infinite thanks.
. Posted by Matthew Dell'Aira page fb Emergency.
I struggled to finish reading (Aloud for the sake of sharing), this letter ...
the end my voice broke in her throat. and indeed I am, just us that we have to thank. to believe again. to believe that a new language and a new culture can exist, despite, in spite of everything. all bad, death, frustration, uncertainty, violence, weakness. despite the fact that we are less and less "human beings".
thanks because I was very moved because I felt part of a different humanity, pure, decent, human, imperfect performance fears, and made the perfect opportunity to help and ask for help, a united humanity, committed, glorious, a humanity whose tenderness can be touched with the fingertips and to join hands and embrace.
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