Stories and News No. 1165 Most of what personally concerns me doesn’t count now. My selfish interests and my aspirations don’t matter. Not right now, when once again we’re a few days from the umpteenth moment when our vote is required to choose a party, a vision, moreover the people who’ll decide our future as humanity , even before citizens and nations . I move to the window that looks out on the outside world, the real or the imagined one. With great perplexity I close my eyes and I see. I see our beloved and mistreated mother earth that over time has turned into a strange kind of planet-shaped ship, which sails without sails or engine, driven on her journey by the sheer weight of her passengers, bringing an unmistakable name on: Titanic . The word is enough to those with memory and maybe a bit of common sense survived during the trip. I’m a simple cabin’s boy on board and perhaps this is not a coincidence, just as it’s not so unusual that it’s precisely the most
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher