Il terrorismo è l’urlo di un bambino al buio

To remember:

When tidal wave of yet another tragedy linked to terrorism will subside, we will return all of our lives.

We’ve almost forgotten about Charlie Hebdo, gunshots in the Bardo Museum, the ones on the beach in Sousse.

Living in age of terrorism = gulp down tons of violence at speed of light.

ruthless process, perhaps the most terrifying of terrorism purposes: on the one hand aims at deceiving and stun, the other creates in us the awareness that fear walks hand in hand with us.

Brussels = city = distillation of different cultures + overall mix = cultural capital of a dream > Europe > perhaps proved more ambitious than what you thought over sixty years ago.

vibrant + dynamic city > reflected in Atomium

an eternal greyness surrounds the mussels, French fries, chocolate + most delicious beer in the world

Streets full of dirt that intersect with embroidered gardens by the cleanliness and order.

Brussels = not hit at random <= Belgium at crossroads of social redemption

child trapped in subway tunnel =  cry in the dark = Something atavistic, that binds us together. Because the greatest fear and that all we suffer is that of the unknown nightmare that assails us in silence and darkness of the night.

  A cry that can not have answers. Because it is too irrational. Especially to be explained to a child.

Let us remember that cry, before all is still metabolized. Before that our fears are deleted from the looming everyday.

The symbol of Brussels is Manneken Pis, a child from angelic features that pees. Perhaps it is now broken.

But if they reassemble, us, we can make sure he gets to pee.

Maybe in their own terrorists head.

Manneken Pis & terrorist attacks

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Approccio Serale

Lo sappiamo tutti. Quando il maremoto dell’ennesima tragedia legata al terrorismo si placherà, noi torneremo tutti alle nostre vite. Alle nostre bollette da pagare, al nostro Paese che ci delude quotidianamente, alla Juventus che ci fa incazzare e a Belèn che tenta di alzare lo share spostando l’aria con le natiche.

Ci siamo già quasi scordati di Charlie Hebdo, degli spari nel museo Bardo, di quelli in spiaggia a Sousse.

Vivere nell’epoca del terrorismo significa ingurgitare tonnellate di violenza e conseguente retorica alla velocità della luce. Metabolizzare tutto ed espellerlo. E aspettare che tutto torni, ciclicamente.

È un procedimento spietato, forse il più terrorizzante della finalità del terrorismo: se da una parte punta a spiazzarci e a stordirci, dall’altra crea in noi la consapevolezza che la paura cammini a braccetto con noi. Fino al punto di non percepirla quasi più.

Di Bruxelles ho un ricordo simile a quello che ho…

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