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Oil Peace Missions

Stories and News No.1251 Let's try once again to identify with someone else, in whose guise we may observe and think about one of the many shameful recent news. For instance, an Iraqi teenager, a Somali girl or a boy from Mozambique. Young age is an indispensable criterion, since I believe – that is, I trust, that experience has long since opened the eyes of the oldest ones. Let's assume, therefore, that from their particular point of view, from their respective country of origin, you know that at least on paper European, militarily dressed, visitors came for noble reasons. For example, that in no particular order, Operation Atalanta has as its main purpose  protecting the ships of the United Nations World Food Program, which sail to deliver food aid to the Somali population; that the AMISOM mission is in the same country to train the local army and above all to secure the distribution of humanitarian aid; that the IRINI mission - which in Greek means peace… has the task of ...

Nato summit Chicago protest: end Nato end Poverty

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NATO kills other civilians by mistake: that's enough!

Stories and News No. 114 The Story: Civilians… So everybody called us. Civilians, or women, children an old people, normal persons, but all without uniform. We were the flooded citizens, the helpless inhabitants, and the unfortunate people. We were just an unlucky casualty. We were the civilian dead. And so, we gained a paragraph in the newspapers, a word from TV news or at most a discussed talk show on a partisan episode of an alternative broadcast. Bleeding from the head, swollen with tears eyes, severed arms, amputated legs… You saw everything on the screen, yet there still were people in the world who thought that war was a chance… a civil chance. Yes, civil, just like us, the civilians… Anyway, the point was all here: If you have the stomach for considering the use of weapons to bring peace, you have also an obligation to put your fingers into our inert wounds and at that same moment, looking straight at us, saying out loud: "This was the right thing to do." Then came ...