Proshow Gold Evaluation

You who live safe In your warm houses,
you who find, returning in the evening, Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if this is a
man
working in the mud Who knows no peace

fighting for half a loaf
dying for a yes or a no.
Consider if this is a woman with no hair and no name


no more strength to remember, Her eyes empty and her womb cold Like a frog in winter.
forget that this was:
Remember these words.
Carve them in your hearts At home, going by the way,
lying down, getting up.
Repeat them to your children. Or have you undone
home, illness impede you, May your children twist their faces from you.

These words I read every morning when I arrive in my office. A few years ago my brother returned from a peace mission to Sarajevo took me a poster in memory of the dead Srebrenica

It says 28 million victims are still waiting for a name, 10,000 of them are still waiting to be found. Many executives remain unpunished. The poster there are photos of the clothing found in mass graves and the song of Primo Levi, "If This Is a Man"

But today, beyond the memory of the victims of the Holocaust, beyond commemorations throughout the world are celebrating I want to remind all the other victims of human evil that knows no bounds and I think about how many words are wasted on the altar of rhetoric today .. Do not forget to make sure that does not happen again, 'the terrible tragedy that was consumed in the heart of Europe and I say: let's not forget that there are innocent victims even today, victims of neglect, victims of that economic system which gives so much to the few and too little to many. We try to read with your heart the words he left us Primo Levi and perhaps discover that there are those who still live in safe and warm houses there instead of those who struggle every day for his own survival ..

And consider if this is a man that lives in Rosario in the cold, mud, dirt, no water, no electricity and gets up in the morning when it's dark and return in the evening after dark;

consider whether this what is a man in Haiti digging with their bare hands to find their loved ones, the one who is willing to kill for a bag of flour or a bottle of water

consider if this is a man that we see in the images of dismembered TG in the evening because the victim of a terrorist attack does not differentiate between a child, an old or a woman


And if we consider that this is a woman raped, killed, buried to the waist and got stoned;

consider if this is a woman what to Favara tearing his hair and crying all her tears behind two white coffins, which invokes the name of his daughters death, carelessness and superficiality of someone;

Let us meditate on the that was and what continues to be every day.

I remember the words of Anne Frank, in time of absolute madness still believed in the intimate human goodness. I always piu'spesso I can hardly believe it.