It's difficult to understand the conflict between Palestinians and Israelis, not only due to the long history, which requires patience for being so repetitive and uninteresting, as the purposes and motivations that drive a war between these two people, which I can only see like two kids fighting each other and cry when they lose a toy.
I don't want to offend anyone, I dont want to choose sides that I don't really know: I choose peace. In the end we all chose the same, but meanwhile we prefer to live in the illusion that we are free and live in peace.
I dont want to see Jews applying a new model of Nazism after all their people passed through, nor do I want to see Americans sponsoring a hidden third world war with eight million a day. It's just insane, inhuman and absurd.
In fact I love living in Europe's ass. I have a perfect view of the Atlantic, and a piece of land that I can call mine, because, like any human, I love the sense of ownership, whether my primark dress whether my house. I love knowing that whatever happens in life I will always be with my country, you silly land of Portugal.
But it's just a feeling, the same that the world belongs to humans and not otherwise. The Jews need to have their land, Israel was never sufficed, there is a need to throw any non-jewish into the sea off Gaza. This land is ours, is overcrowded and those who were here before... Just launch another bomb, but wait, lets make sure first that they can not escape... Because they deserve to die?
And it's amazing how these things don't touch us, humans.
We watch the news on tv between a couple of mouthfuls, we scroll the news that may, or may not, appear in feeds from facebook and we choose to give a like to that selfie of a friend who remembered to tweet herself very amused at Auschwitz. The fault is not hers alone, I know that.
We prefer the morning mail with the incredible news of a man that raped a dog, or a woman that stabbed her husband, who used to beat her, seven times.
We are the only beings with conscience, and we use the short time we live to throw bombs, to thread ten thousand Palestinians behind the bars of ambition, cut access to medicines, food and other basic needs by pure evil. We are cruel by nature. We kill flies because they are boring and eat shit, we give up our dog on the road because we had no time to take him for a walk.
We are cruel. It is part of us, I know. But why the hell serves our consciousness? To live the twenties jumping from beach to beach and fuck to fuck, and then live the forties of depression. We feel depressed by the loneliness that attacks us and only then we realize that deep inside we are alone, and we will die alone.
FREEDOM to prejudices, religion, occupational and human responsibility.
We are human, we have a duty to intervene on humans rights.