burma

``ho visto il loro certificato di nascita, poetico, incredibile: l'unico paese al mondo dove nello stesso certificato si augura lunga e serena vita al nascituro.''


am feeling quite nauseated by a surge of token activism, which seems to me as futile as it is genuinely insulting. red shirts? the point being, er..what? expressing solidarity? am sure the lifeless corpses of thousands of monks are touched and grateful. if someone could organize something big and bold. a march of hundreds of thousands, millions of non-burmese citizens trying to bust through the land frontiers on all sides, from india to china, or to try at least to be physically close, then sign me up. but red shirts? petitions? if all those efforts, and the resources and money vested, could instead be re-directed to one single and basic concept. of barricading the country not with soldiers, guns but people like you and i. everyone giving up something that is more than an afternoon of flag-waving and candle-lighting but something far more concrete: a holiday, savings, real time and real effort. change is brought about by boldness and courage. not empty rhetoric and forwarded emails. nor political expressions of sadness and sympathy. nor pointless sanctions. or useless reports of journalists not even there and certainly not by the spurious visit of the UN nigerian to the country. our solutions seem as tired as we are.