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VOLANTEM EST ALIO MODO GRADIENDI. (What are we waiting for?)

VOLANTEM EST ALIO MODO GRADIENDI[i]
(What are we waiting for?)

Any day, any month of any year.

Droughts. Floods. Earthquakes. Volcanic eruptions. Pollution. Current and future pandemics. Assassinations of leaders of originary peoples, human rights defenders and guardians of the earth. Gender violence rising to the level of genocide against women (the foolish suicide of humanity). Racism poorly hidden behind handouts. The criminalization and persecution of difference. The irreparable oblivion of forced disappearance. Repression as a response to legitimate demands. Exploitation of the many by the few. Massive initiatives for the destruction of territories. Desolate villages. The displacement of millions concealed as “migration.” Species at risk of extinction or already just a name on the list of “prehistoric animals.” Enormous profits for the richest of the world’s rich. Extreme misery for the poorest of the world’s poor. The tyranny of money. Virtual reality as a false escape from real reality. Dying nation-states. Each individual a strange enemy. Lies as government policy. Frivolity and superficiality as ideals to aspire to. Cynicism as a new religion. Death as a daily routine. War, always war.

The storm wiping out everything, whispering, advising, screaming:

Give up!

Give up!

Give up!

And nevertheless…

Out there, near and far from our lands and skies, there is someone. A woman, a man, an other [unoa otroa], a group, a collective, an organization, a movement, an originary people, a neighborhood, a street, a town, a house, a room. In the smallest, most forgotten and most distant corner there is someone who says “NO”. Someone who says it quietly, almost inaudibly: who screams it and lives and dies by it. And who rebels and resists. Someone: we must look for them. We must find them. We must listen to them. We must learn from them.

Even if we have to fly to embrace them.

Because, after all, flying is just another way of walking. And walking is our way of fighting, of living.

So, on the Journey for Life, what are we hoping for? We hope to see your heart. We hope that it’s not too late. We hope.. for everything.

I testify.
SupGaleano.
Planet Earth.. or what’s left of it.

«On lâche rien» in French, Spanish, Catalán, Basque, Galician. Interpreted by: HK et les SALTIMBANKS with LA PULQUERIA, TXARANGO, LA TROBA KUNG-FÙ, FERMIN MUGURUZA et DAKIDARRIA.

[i] Flying is another form of walking

2 Comentarios »

1. Greetings to the CCRIG, Sup Moises, Sup Galeano, the EZLN, the BAZ in Chiapas, the Sixth Commission and the Sixth, in general, Los Tercios Compas, Esquadron 451, La Fuerza Aerea Zapatista, Old Antonio, the cat-dog, Defensa Zapatista and her gang and of course Don Durrito, from Skipton in Victoria, South East Australia.

   Since flying now appears to be an option, any chance you could send a flying squadron to Australia some time?

   If this becomes a possibility, we could organize a national tour with festivals, conferences, press appearances (both alternative and mainstream if you want them as we have an excellent media outlet here known as the ABC, who we would at least give the benefit of the doubt to if it were our decision, but up to you) etc etc in your honour, and would feel incredibly grateful to the universe etc etc to be able do so, while remaining both your humble admirers and awestruck by the tremendous example you have set…

   We will be hosting the inaugural ‘Skipton Festival of the Arts’ at your new base here from Jan 21 – 24 2022, at which Zapatista films, artwork, ‘in conversation’ events and information will be flowing freely. Skipton, in the southeastern-most mainland state of Victoria, is the village your new base here is situated in, and is an excellent site as an epicentre for hosting festivals.

   We hope you consider this a possibility.

   Currently Australian borders are closed, but the borders may be open by then, as the government here is getting our population vaccinated asap and hope to be open for international travel, upon which we depend economically, as early as possible without the as-yet unvaccinated getting COVID and completely exhausting our hospital systems.

   We will see!!!

   Anyway, buen viaje y hasta luego,

   Andrea Heinrichs

   Comentario de Andrea Heinrichs — julio 10, 2021 @ 10:20 pm

2. Lloro por todos los pueblos asesinados de este mundo, asesinados por sus propios gobiernos, asesinados por las corporaciones, asesinados por dinero, por avaricia, asesinados por poder, ¡asesinando a nuestros mayores porque cuesta demasiado mantenerlos vivos!

   Lloro por todos los animales asesinados, los animales inocentes, asesinados por dinero, por codicia, por poder y por ego.

   Lloro por nuestro planeta, la hermosa madre tierra y la naturaleza que sólo nos ha dado la vida, para ser tomada y violada, saqueada, desenterrada, contaminada y ni siquiera agradecida.

   Lloro por los pueblos indígenas de este mundo, que tienen todo el conocimiento y el respeto por la madre tierra, que son los que más han sufrido por los asesinos, los codiciosos, los malvados maníacos egoístas que están actualmente en el poder.

   Deberían ser sacados de sus poderosos asientos y enviados a tratar de sobrevivir en la tierra más inhabitable e inhóspita que existe…

   ¡Levántate pueblo, levántate y resiste! No podemos dejar que ganen su malvado juego.

   Cómo no se dan cuenta de que cuando ya no hay peces para comer, ni plantas para comer, ni árboles para respirar, ni agua limpia para beber, que no pueden vivir del dinero.

   ¡Levántate pueblo, levántate y resiste! No podemos dejar que ganen su malvado juego.

   A qué estamos esperando….

   Viva la lucha, Viva Amor

   Comentario de Suzanna — julio 12, 2021 @ 3:36 pm

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