Manos unidas y cabeza fría ante una nueva tragedia
9, 07 de 2005-07-07 de 2005
La tragedia de Londres se suma a las vividas en N.Y y Madrid en 2001 y 2004, respectivamente.
Justo cuando Londres es el centro de muchas miradas en todo el mundo -por ocupar la Presidencia de la UE, celebrarse en su vecina Escocia la cumbre del G8 y por haber sido elegida sede de los próximos JJ.OO- se ha visto golpeada por una masacre de la que, tristemente, no puede decirse aquello de "sin precedentes".
A primera hora de esta mañana, la ciudad se despertaba con el olor tostado de la tragedia.
Numerosas explosiones rompían la resaca de la celebración e interrumpían la vida. Una vez más. Con víctimas nuevas pero con sentimientos repetidos y compartidos por los que apreciamos el valor de una vida.
Estas muestras de barbarie tan despreciable dan que pensar. Por un lado, asusta la capacidad ilimitada de operar de unos asesinos que parecen recordarnos que tienen la llave de la continuidad de nuestro modo de vida. Por otra parte, inquietan las posibilidades reales de los gobiernos para proteger a sus ciudadanos.
A pesar de que las cosas no pinten bien para el viejo Occidente en este S.XXI, desde las democracias sólo se puede: garantizar un absoluto flujo de información entre las cúpulas de la Seguridad y la Inteligencia de los Estados y, por parte de los ciudadanos, no perder la confianza en la justicia y en nuestra capacidad de recuperación, de unión, solidaridad y fuerza común. Lo único bueno que nos dejan estas atrocidades es un hermanamiento intenso y sincero.
Lo último que deberíamos permitir es que el pánico se apoderara de nuestros actos y juicios. Ahora más que nunca, es obligatorio tener la cabeza fría y la sensatez bien despierta. Cojámonos las manos, sintámonos familia y expresemos nuestro rechazo de forma pacífica y madura. Por las víctimas. Por la vida.
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A continuación adjunto una carta que, como madrileña, resume el desgarro y el vacío experimentado tras el 11M (y con la perspectiva del primer aniversario) tal y como se lo conté a un amigo. En estos momentos: un hermano. Por si a alguien pudiera ayudarle
> 11M...Never forget. One always seems to fall short when tries to
explain such a...an unapproachable tragedy. Apart from the well-worn adjetives used I can tell you that that day I felt my soul. I felt my breast... aching...phisically aching
>
> The atmosphere in Madrid was completely different as never (I ´m sure you know about our black history of terrorism since 70') But, even with that, I had never had the deep feelings and a sensation of a way of life in danger... "besieged" State... the dangerous...the anger, the helplesses and an incredible conflict of sensations never experienced before at that level.
>
I was remembering that as I was going down Castellana Street that
morning (from plaza Castilla)and after have contacted my family and closest circle of people I felt different shades of feel. A mixture of sad, hole... and, at the same time, a huge feeling of gratitude and a non-understood luck... I didn ´t know how to feel at that very moment... enormously pleased because of my people were saved... and also guilty for such a feeling...
>
It was something which trascended individualities, for sure.
>
But, I just wanted to remark another unknown feeling towards the
people. Human being is capable of doing the best ever imagined. We are empathic and we are not as unplugged between us as sometimes it seems.
I will always remember the strong contact and presence of the people which was around you that days. We had a need of looking at our eyes... looking for... a shared pain, a shared confussion but, always with a big respect for the others pain or luck... Those glances, more or less mantained, were a sign of complicity and encouragement which released one and the other...
>
The demonstration made me feel as closer to my (I say “my”) people as
never before. That day Madrid was as smaller and familiar as never. During the 4 -5 hours which took the "demonstration" millions of people walked together under the strong rain of that March evening, to Atocha. I escaped from my job in order to meet some friends to march together but you can imagine... Madrid was a complete anthill and I couldn´t find them so I passed the hours alone.
> But of course I was not alone. I was walking, chanting and sharing
our stories with the "neighbours" of street. I met an old woman ( maybe 70...)who was alone there. She offered me her umbrella -I was soaked- and as I saw her hand was injuried I took the shared umbrella for her while we were talking about us and our feelings all the way down to Atocha.
>
This same improvised shelter of the umbrella was given in the rest of
the meanings by the people... from one to each other...
>
Even it has not a pragmatic application, the demonstration released a bit from the pain. It was a common expression... a shared moment and feeling and I think it has helped us to overcome from such a terrible situation and make it a bit more "healthy pain".
Today has been a sunny day between weeks of clouds and cold. For me, and now, finishing this 11 M, this luminosity only can show a better future from this moment…
>
> Hope that.
Madrid, 11th M 2005
Justo cuando Londres es el centro de muchas miradas en todo el mundo -por ocupar la Presidencia de la UE, celebrarse en su vecina Escocia la cumbre del G8 y por haber sido elegida sede de los próximos JJ.OO- se ha visto golpeada por una masacre de la que, tristemente, no puede decirse aquello de "sin precedentes".
A primera hora de esta mañana, la ciudad se despertaba con el olor tostado de la tragedia.
Numerosas explosiones rompían la resaca de la celebración e interrumpían la vida. Una vez más. Con víctimas nuevas pero con sentimientos repetidos y compartidos por los que apreciamos el valor de una vida.
Estas muestras de barbarie tan despreciable dan que pensar. Por un lado, asusta la capacidad ilimitada de operar de unos asesinos que parecen recordarnos que tienen la llave de la continuidad de nuestro modo de vida. Por otra parte, inquietan las posibilidades reales de los gobiernos para proteger a sus ciudadanos.
A pesar de que las cosas no pinten bien para el viejo Occidente en este S.XXI, desde las democracias sólo se puede: garantizar un absoluto flujo de información entre las cúpulas de la Seguridad y la Inteligencia de los Estados y, por parte de los ciudadanos, no perder la confianza en la justicia y en nuestra capacidad de recuperación, de unión, solidaridad y fuerza común. Lo único bueno que nos dejan estas atrocidades es un hermanamiento intenso y sincero.
Lo último que deberíamos permitir es que el pánico se apoderara de nuestros actos y juicios. Ahora más que nunca, es obligatorio tener la cabeza fría y la sensatez bien despierta. Cojámonos las manos, sintámonos familia y expresemos nuestro rechazo de forma pacífica y madura. Por las víctimas. Por la vida.
____________________________________________________________
A continuación adjunto una carta que, como madrileña, resume el desgarro y el vacío experimentado tras el 11M (y con la perspectiva del primer aniversario) tal y como se lo conté a un amigo. En estos momentos: un hermano. Por si a alguien pudiera ayudarle
> 11M...Never forget. One always seems to fall short when tries to
explain such a...an unapproachable tragedy. Apart from the well-worn adjetives used I can tell you that that day I felt my soul. I felt my breast... aching...phisically aching
>
> The atmosphere in Madrid was completely different as never (I ´m sure you know about our black history of terrorism since 70') But, even with that, I had never had the deep feelings and a sensation of a way of life in danger... "besieged" State... the dangerous...the anger, the helplesses and an incredible conflict of sensations never experienced before at that level.
>
I was remembering that as I was going down Castellana Street that
morning (from plaza Castilla)and after have contacted my family and closest circle of people I felt different shades of feel. A mixture of sad, hole... and, at the same time, a huge feeling of gratitude and a non-understood luck... I didn ´t know how to feel at that very moment... enormously pleased because of my people were saved... and also guilty for such a feeling...
>
It was something which trascended individualities, for sure.
>
But, I just wanted to remark another unknown feeling towards the
people. Human being is capable of doing the best ever imagined. We are empathic and we are not as unplugged between us as sometimes it seems.
I will always remember the strong contact and presence of the people which was around you that days. We had a need of looking at our eyes... looking for... a shared pain, a shared confussion but, always with a big respect for the others pain or luck... Those glances, more or less mantained, were a sign of complicity and encouragement which released one and the other...
>
The demonstration made me feel as closer to my (I say “my”) people as
never before. That day Madrid was as smaller and familiar as never. During the 4 -5 hours which took the "demonstration" millions of people walked together under the strong rain of that March evening, to Atocha. I escaped from my job in order to meet some friends to march together but you can imagine... Madrid was a complete anthill and I couldn´t find them so I passed the hours alone.
> But of course I was not alone. I was walking, chanting and sharing
our stories with the "neighbours" of street. I met an old woman ( maybe 70...)who was alone there. She offered me her umbrella -I was soaked- and as I saw her hand was injuried I took the shared umbrella for her while we were talking about us and our feelings all the way down to Atocha.
>
This same improvised shelter of the umbrella was given in the rest of
the meanings by the people... from one to each other...
>
Even it has not a pragmatic application, the demonstration released a bit from the pain. It was a common expression... a shared moment and feeling and I think it has helped us to overcome from such a terrible situation and make it a bit more "healthy pain".
Today has been a sunny day between weeks of clouds and cold. For me, and now, finishing this 11 M, this luminosity only can show a better future from this moment…
>
> Hope that.
Madrid, 11th M 2005
