of Vittorio Arrigoni
parade with fearful eyes turned up, surrendered to a sky that is raining terror and death upon them, fearful that the earth continues to tremble under each step, creating craters where once there were homes, schools, universities, markets, hospitals, burying forever their lives.
I saw convoys of Palestinians desperate to flee Jabalia, Beit Hanoun and all the refugee camps of Gaza, and to go to crowd the schools of the United Nations as earthquake victims, as victims of a tsunami every day is swallowing the Gaza Strip and its civilian population, without mercy, without any minimum compliance with human rights and the Geneva Conventions. Especially without any Western government lifting a finger to stop these massacres here to send medical personnel to stop the genocide in which Israel is staining in these hours.
continue indiscriminate attacks on hospitals and medical personnel. Yesterday after leaving the hospital, Al Auda Jabil I received a phone call from Alberto, the English company ISM, a bomb landed on the hospital. Abu Mohammed, a nurse, was seriously wounded in the head. Just a little earlier, with Abu Mohammed, a communist, over coffee listening to the heroic deeds of the leaders of the popular source, its myths: George Habash, Abu Ali Mustafa, Ahmad Al Sadat. The eyes were enlightened to know the basics of what was Palestine and its immense tragedy I had been given from my parents, convinced communist. From my mother, "Raissa" mayor of a town in northern Italy. I asked what were the Italians truly revolutionary leftist leaders of the past, and I replied Antonio Gramsci, and today, I had taken time, I would have said today. Abu Mohammed now lies in a coma at the hospital where he worked, you saved my disappointing answer. Around midnight, I received another call, this time from Eve, the building where she was in was under attack. I know well that building, the center of Gaza City, I spent a night with some friends photographers Palestinians, is home to major media who are trying to tell with pictures and words, the unnatural disaster that struck us for ten days. Reuters, Fox News, Russia Today, and dozens of other local agencies and, under fire seven missiles, from an Israeli helicopter. They managed to evacuate everyone in time before being seriously wounded, the cameramen, photographers, reporters, all Palestinians from the moment Israel does not allow international journalists to set foot in Gaza. There are no targets "strategic" around that building, it resistance that fights the deadly Israeli tanks advanced, well to the north. Clearly someone in Tel Aviv can not digest the image of the massacres of civilians that overlap with those of the colonels israliani
briefing, with refreshments offered to the journalists hired. Through these press conferences are declaring to the world that the objectives of the bombs are just terrorists of Hamas, and not those children horribly maimed every day that we pull out from the rubble. A Zetun, about ten kilometers from Jabalia, bombed a building collapsed on a family, a dozen victims, ambulances waited several hours before you can run in place, the military continues to shoot against. Shoot at ambulances, bombing hospitals. A few days ago during an open microphone connected to a known radio station in Milan, a "peace" Israel told me very clearly that this is a war where the opposing sides are using all their available weapons. Call then Israel to disengage him one of its many nuclear bombs secretly stowed against holding all the nuclear non-proliferation treaties. We throw the bomb on him finish in resolving the inhuman agony of thousands of mangled bodies in agony in the overcrowded wards of the hospitals I visited. I took some photographs in black and white yesterday, the caravans of carts pulled by mules, loaded to capacity of children waving a white cloth toward the sky, their faces pale and terrified. Concern today, those shots of fleeing refugees, I ran shivers down my spine. If they could be superimposed on the pictures that show the 1948 Nakba, the Palestinian catastrophe, coincide perfectly. In the mean immobility of states and governments who call themselves Democrats, there is a new catastrophe in progress here, a new Nakba, a new ethnic cleansing that is affecting the population palestinese.Fino a few moments it had 650 deaths, 153 children killed, more of 3,000 injured, dozens missing. The counting of civilian deaths in Israel, fortunately, remains at 4. After this afternoon's budget should be dramatically updated on the Palestinian side, Israeli forces began to bomb the United Nations schools. The same who were collecting the thousands of displaced people evacuated under the threat of an imminent attack. They were driven away from the refugee camps, villages, only to collect them all in one place, a target più comodo. Sono tre le scuole bombardate oggi, l'ultima, quella di Al Fakhura, a Jabilia, è stata centrata in pieno. Più di 50 morti. In pochi istanti se ne sono andati uomini, anziani, donne, bambini che si credevano al sicuro dietro le mura dipinte in blu con i loghi dell'ONU. Le altre 20 scuole delle Nazioni Unite tremano. Non c'è via di scampo nella Striscia di Gaza, non siamo in Libano, dove i civili dei villaggi del Sud sotto le bombe israeliane evacuarono al nord, o in Siria e in Giordania. La Striscia di Gaza da enorme prigione a cielo aperto, si è tramutata in una trappola mortale. Ci si guarda sconvolti e ci si chiede se il consiglio di sicurezza dell' Onu riuscirà questa volta a pronunciare un'unanime condanna, dopo che anche le sue scuole sono prese di mira. Qualcuno fuori di qui ha deciso davvero di fare un deserto, e poi chiamarlo pace. Ci aspetta una lunga nottata sulle ambulanze, anche se l'alba da queste parti è ormai una chimera. I ripetitori dei cellulari lungo tutta la Striscia sono stati distrutti, abbiamo rinunciato a contarci. Spero di riuscire a rivedere un giorno tutti gli amici che non posso più contattare, ma non mi illudo. Qui a Gaza siamo tutti bersagli ambulanti, nessuno escluso. Mi ha appena contattato il consolato Italiano, dicono che domani evacueranno l'ultima nostra concittadina. Una anziana suorina che da ventanni anni abitava nei pressi della chiesa cattolica di Gaza,ormai adottata dai palestinesi della Striscia. I console mi ha gentilmente pregato di cogliere quest'ultima opportunità, aggregarmi alla suora e scampare da questo inferno. L'ho ringraziato per la sua offerta, da qui non mi muovo, non ce la faccio. Per i lutti che abbiamo vissuto, prima ancora di italiani, spagnoli, inglesi, australiani, in questo momento siamo tutti palestinesi. Se solo per un minuto al giorno lo fossimo tutti, come molti siamo stati ebrei durante l'olocausto, credo che tutto questo massacro ci verrebbe risparmiato.
Restiamo umani.
Vik
I saw convoys of Palestinians desperate to flee Jabalia, Beit Hanoun and all the refugee camps of Gaza, and to go to crowd the schools of the United Nations as earthquake victims, as victims of a tsunami every day is swallowing the Gaza Strip and its civilian population, without mercy, without any minimum compliance with human rights and the Geneva Conventions. Especially without any Western government lifting a finger to stop these massacres here to send medical personnel to stop the genocide in which Israel is staining in these hours.
continue indiscriminate attacks on hospitals and medical personnel. Yesterday after leaving the hospital, Al Auda Jabil I received a phone call from Alberto, the English company ISM, a bomb landed on the hospital. Abu Mohammed, a nurse, was seriously wounded in the head. Just a little earlier, with Abu Mohammed, a communist, over coffee listening to the heroic deeds of the leaders of the popular source, its myths: George Habash, Abu Ali Mustafa, Ahmad Al Sadat. The eyes were enlightened to know the basics of what was Palestine and its immense tragedy I had been given from my parents, convinced communist. From my mother, "Raissa" mayor of a town in northern Italy. I asked what were the Italians truly revolutionary leftist leaders of the past, and I replied Antonio Gramsci, and today, I had taken time, I would have said today. Abu Mohammed now lies in a coma at the hospital where he worked, you saved my disappointing answer. Around midnight, I received another call, this time from Eve, the building where she was in was under attack. I know well that building, the center of Gaza City, I spent a night with some friends photographers Palestinians, is home to major media who are trying to tell with pictures and words, the unnatural disaster that struck us for ten days. Reuters, Fox News, Russia Today, and dozens of other local agencies and, under fire seven missiles, from an Israeli helicopter. They managed to evacuate everyone in time before being seriously wounded, the cameramen, photographers, reporters, all Palestinians from the moment Israel does not allow international journalists to set foot in Gaza. There are no targets "strategic" around that building, it resistance that fights the deadly Israeli tanks advanced, well to the north. Clearly someone in Tel Aviv can not digest the image of the massacres of civilians that overlap with those of the colonels israliani
briefing, with refreshments offered to the journalists hired. Through these press conferences are declaring to the world that the objectives of the bombs are just terrorists of Hamas, and not those children horribly maimed every day that we pull out from the rubble. A Zetun, about ten kilometers from Jabalia, bombed a building collapsed on a family, a dozen victims, ambulances waited several hours before you can run in place, the military continues to shoot against. Shoot at ambulances, bombing hospitals. A few days ago during an open microphone connected to a known radio station in Milan, a "peace" Israel told me very clearly that this is a war where the opposing sides are using all their available weapons. Call then Israel to disengage him one of its many nuclear bombs secretly stowed against holding all the nuclear non-proliferation treaties. We throw the bomb on him finish in resolving the inhuman agony of thousands of mangled bodies in agony in the overcrowded wards of the hospitals I visited. I took some photographs in black and white yesterday, the caravans of carts pulled by mules, loaded to capacity of children waving a white cloth toward the sky, their faces pale and terrified. Concern today, those shots of fleeing refugees, I ran shivers down my spine. If they could be superimposed on the pictures that show the 1948 Nakba, the Palestinian catastrophe, coincide perfectly. In the mean immobility of states and governments who call themselves Democrats, there is a new catastrophe in progress here, a new Nakba, a new ethnic cleansing that is affecting the population palestinese.Fino a few moments it had 650 deaths, 153 children killed, more of 3,000 injured, dozens missing. The counting of civilian deaths in Israel, fortunately, remains at 4. After this afternoon's budget should be dramatically updated on the Palestinian side, Israeli forces began to bomb the United Nations schools. The same who were collecting the thousands of displaced people evacuated under the threat of an imminent attack. They were driven away from the refugee camps, villages, only to collect them all in one place, a target più comodo. Sono tre le scuole bombardate oggi, l'ultima, quella di Al Fakhura, a Jabilia, è stata centrata in pieno. Più di 50 morti. In pochi istanti se ne sono andati uomini, anziani, donne, bambini che si credevano al sicuro dietro le mura dipinte in blu con i loghi dell'ONU. Le altre 20 scuole delle Nazioni Unite tremano. Non c'è via di scampo nella Striscia di Gaza, non siamo in Libano, dove i civili dei villaggi del Sud sotto le bombe israeliane evacuarono al nord, o in Siria e in Giordania. La Striscia di Gaza da enorme prigione a cielo aperto, si è tramutata in una trappola mortale. Ci si guarda sconvolti e ci si chiede se il consiglio di sicurezza dell' Onu riuscirà questa volta a pronunciare un'unanime condanna, dopo che anche le sue scuole sono prese di mira. Qualcuno fuori di qui ha deciso davvero di fare un deserto, e poi chiamarlo pace. Ci aspetta una lunga nottata sulle ambulanze, anche se l'alba da queste parti è ormai una chimera. I ripetitori dei cellulari lungo tutta la Striscia sono stati distrutti, abbiamo rinunciato a contarci. Spero di riuscire a rivedere un giorno tutti gli amici che non posso più contattare, ma non mi illudo. Qui a Gaza siamo tutti bersagli ambulanti, nessuno escluso. Mi ha appena contattato il consolato Italiano, dicono che domani evacueranno l'ultima nostra concittadina. Una anziana suorina che da ventanni anni abitava nei pressi della chiesa cattolica di Gaza,ormai adottata dai palestinesi della Striscia. I console mi ha gentilmente pregato di cogliere quest'ultima opportunità, aggregarmi alla suora e scampare da questo inferno. L'ho ringraziato per la sua offerta, da qui non mi muovo, non ce la faccio. Per i lutti che abbiamo vissuto, prima ancora di italiani, spagnoli, inglesi, australiani, in questo momento siamo tutti palestinesi. Se solo per un minuto al giorno lo fossimo tutti, come molti siamo stati ebrei durante l'olocausto, credo che tutto questo massacro ci verrebbe risparmiato.
Restiamo umani.
Vik
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