A year of war. A year in which we have been in this country, shattered by the infamous massacres, in this destroyed land, ploughed daily by death, which has become its absolute mistress.
Aggressors and aggressors. Of course. A conscious choice by a tyrant who, in order to stay in the game, has decided to unleash the most extreme violence on a whole people, millions of children, women and men, invading and bombing towns and villages, laying down the gauntlet to see who can create the most victims.
As tyrants do, as the powerful do. A war that shapes everything in its own image: those who have the reasons to resist are forced to bend to its rules. Win or die, even if winning means killing those who are enemies, but also those who are brothers, mothers, children. We find ourselves in the midst of a perfect storm. A vortex that always ends up on the same side, where death and destruction is the only possible outcome.
No one asks at what price. Millions dead? Nuclear holocaust? We find no effective answers. Sure, sure. We fail to say that it is always worth it, that whatever happens, victory is what counts. We fail to say that those who defend their right to exist are wrong, and we fail to say that in the name of this sacrosanct reason, millions of deaths can also be foreseen and accepted.
We are in the contradiction, we live in it, we have become thereə illegitimate childrenə. But with the pain on us, we have chosen from the beginning to stand with those who are suffering from a war of invasion by an army that bombs and kills civilians in their homes, that destroys hospitals and schools, that murders innocent children. This is the only thing we can do, and we say this because we are with them in Ukraine.
We pick up their voices, which cry out for revenge, which speak not of peace for the vast majority, but of war to the death. Ordinary people whose hearts are now petrified by reality. We will continue to help these people as much as we can, we will continue to say that war is shit, always. And we will continue to say that we do not believe in this world.
We are not convinced by human sacrifices to be raised to the God of peace who demands death and ruin. Nor to the God of peace who demands surrender to the bloodiest of kings. We are aware that we do not have easy solutions, that we do not see them now, that we cannot be supporters from the stands. We are on the field in our own way, inadequateə because we are humanə and everything around us is not.
In this existential confusion, once again, the only answer we can cling to is our motto: 'First save, then discuss'.
Being there where people need us, humanitarian practice as a means of saving humanity.
