Friday, April 15, 2011

Human remains, Victor

Vittorio Arrigoni was dead because we are not quite human remained. Or perhaps, the stories and the clouds over Palestine, we are not ever been. I heard the voice of Victor for the last time a few days ago, for an evening that we had organized in Milan on the next departure dellaFreedom Flottille. An evening of silent and dark.

Speaking in Milan of Palestine is like uncovering an island that no one wants to put on the map. His phone call that night was a bridge built in a moment that has led us to a heart so equal in so many different territories. His voice was firm, surgical and sharp man who can not avoid being aware of it.

Told us of a generation that can not be unaware. He had the pride of statelessness that has found the place to be, the house to be built, people to embrace. Victor is not a blogger, is a freelance journalist and not a spirit Samaritan, as I read this morning. Vittorio is a volunteer professional: be consistent with the will of himself and the professionalism of those who profess its values in what you find to do every day.

In a country where rights and begging for bread, Victor was one of many bits of democracy. Human remains, he told us. He could discover this morning however, with the energy and the desire of those in his island to be built. For us, it is difficult. We feel, Victor, to remain human. In the photo, Vittorio Arrigoni.

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