Stories and News

Stories and News No. 1220 My name is Joseph, I’m from Guinea, I’m only coming but I don’t arrive, it will never happen, and this too was written. But not by me, never from me. I died , yet I am here, at six months. Six months from the shore that I left and from the one I only imagined. My last breath, the only consolation, left me while I rested in the arms of someone who has sought and found me, in spite of those who have in vain forgotten and erased me. Between Open Arms everything has gone, figuratively in the English meaning, and much more in the only interpretation that really matters, when the lights go out and you are alone inside you: humanly, an adverb now obsolete in the virtual vocabulary where the most clicked word is indifference. Nevertheless, the unspoken phrases at the moment that mattered, that is before, and the necessary and never performed actions when they would have really saved the rest of the story, they find space the same, six months after a dream called ...

Stories and News No. 1132 Forget. Forget with me what, most of the time, you do not see. Inside the whole human design. So, try to forget, that is, put aside for a moment the almost one hundred thousand migrants and refugees arrived in Europe from the sea this year. Instead, focus every attention on the two thousand and nine hundred eighty-seven lives that have disappeared in the waves. One thousand and nine hundred, plus eighty-seven. Read as well as almost two thousand . Be brave, now, stay with me on the frame. Let's assume they can fit into one, single monitor. Almost twice a thousand human beings, between women and children, boys and men, more or less old. Think about it. They lost their lives to come to you, how certain people could be strange, nowadays. Wait, do not leave. We do not need to say anything, you know? Relax, we are not inside a horror movie, because they are shadows and ghosts that can no longer harm anybody, if ever they could do it. Actuall...