Tuesday, May 26, 2009

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Game over

It happens almost not a day goes by without the newspapers do not publish on their pages obituary announcing the death of inserts a young person who barely twenty. Throw a glance, if stealthy as it may be, on the columns macabre local publications can not leave indifferent even if the deceased we are completely anonymous and can not share with him or family ties or the spatial links. One can not help, either, to have a thought filled with sadness and compassion for the parents of the young disappeared, the ones who feel this loss in their flesh and their soul and that the burden of their grief n ' has the weight of such hopes and expectations based on that loved one after death is reduced to a cadaverous mass where nothing sounds, not even silence.

While in the collective imagination we accept that as multiple reasons that may be his, death is always one and unique, it is clear that the primary cause of these deaths are tragic accidents. How many young lives have been cut before it has even been started? How many grieving parents have had to endure the painful tragedy to see from them before and never the pupil of their eyes? How Are these inconsolable mothers and fathers destroyed, annihilated, forced to live the rest of their life to wish for death to reach their beloved party towards "greener pastures".

The situation is not gay at all. But all this rage, this consternation, that thought to another, this compassion ... and all the sympathy you can imagine, does occur more funny or not at all when you cross your path one of these young people driving 'his' car feels the strongest, most powerful, immortal, untouchable ... the one who has to souciance or for his life or that of others ... one who makes all the excesses and all hazards which do war attention to his physical integrity or that of its close. How about in front of these unconscious Yet without that being morons, without being brainless, suddenly convert into a serious public danger? I would not be a hypocrite, but I confess that I often wished death to those that were unleashed fury that spread terror and confusion in their wake, not because I have hatred for these reject unaware of the harm they can do and cause to others but simply because I always thought that no more stupid than a dead animal.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Can Shingles Make You Blind

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If there is a word that recurs like a leitmotif in conversations and writings of the Tunisian is surely the word debate. Whatever the level, or level official, the word debate continues to be pronounced as to translate the desire of Tunisia to talk, speak, listen, persuade, convince themselves ... The intention is noble and laudable. However, one can not help but wonder if the Tunisian is really ready to discuss.

For there to be debate there must have divergence of opinions, ideas antagonism, difference in the way of seeing things ... because the one thing that the debate abhors is probably unanimous, agreement ... If we agree on everything and for everything from the start, then the debate is meaningless and probably look like a friendly meeting.

Tunisian society is composed of leftist fundamentalists, of rcdistes, anarchists, progressives, the diehards of khobsistes of mauvistes of 7itistes of club members, of Esperanto, or even ... 'autistic (and if you want my real opinion Tunisians belong more to the latter category as above). In this, the Tunisian no different to other companies they are Western or Eastern. However, unlike the citizens of the latter, Tunisia stands out for its singular conception of the debate. For Tunisia, the debate is much closer to litigation, even a conflict as an arena or confront the ideas and projects. The Tunisian court forum and confused. Instead only the good sense and reason are the only criterion for separating the wheat from the chaff, in order to have a debate instead Tunisian need the presence of an arbitrator.

Although truth is multiple and relative The Tunisian has this annoying behavior to take its truth for "truth", thus condemning the debate to lose any purpose or in the best cases, to look like a dialogue of the deaf. What can we reap from such a stigma to build more walls to separate us from each other and we hole up in ghettos or can not mix with his ideological kin? It is true that in the local tradition to argue with anyone who does not grasp the scope of a discourse is a waste of time. But that's how we're going to move forward? I do not think. We

other Tunisians, we have much to learn and especially to respect each other. To debate must not only have ideas, we must also have courage, especially the ability to listen. Otherwise we would not be out of the woods yet.