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Let’s Grab it by the Ball

April 14, 2010 12 comments

“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you” – Friedrich Nietzsche

Allow me then to say , we are well, I am very upset … don’t worry i’ll get over it . But nevertheless i’m very upset that long time ago we can’t believe them anymore … and i’m very angry that there are still who do .

April 13, for some (a few some) is a date that in public , an occasion to remember all the cliche words to say, as if words can undo actions and can bring people back from the dead . And for others (Total – “few some”) it is the beginning of their new sets of memories.

Memories of them wearing black, holding pictures of there dead ones, missing ones . Holding one last piece of torn cloth full of blood or what they hope a scent…

April 13, I wasn’t there , many of us as well, all i can remember , is some sounds and alot of faces in that shelter and Picon boxes… i swear, sounds and picon that is all… (for those who doesn’t know, picon is a “French” yellow cheese that tastes like crap ).

Well enough about April 13, lets talk about the real event here… a FootBall match (#PoliticiansFoot), i can’t but pass a small laugh here , yesterday i laughed a lot though…

Seriously!!! Seriously!! i believe they decided in one of their “Meetings” on the theme for this year Commemoration  ” LETS GRAB IT BY THE BALL” .

A few Km away , the widows, the moms, the children had a theme as well  : “MISSING”… yes, hundreds of missing men and women (بييسو دموع العين) decided to increase their pain, by putting up a larger picture of the one they used to hold of their beloved ones… maybe those PLAYERS, can see it, can stop disregarding it…

But you know what, if they had some balls , they would have formed teams and teams of concerned “politicians” to end those grieving women pain. they would have sweat and ran till the last breath to make up for their mistakes, and to bring home he who has someone holding his photo or a piece of their cloth… alive or on shoulders…

Yes, I am UPSET, and I am ANGRY