No one with common sense to understand. Yet the mystery of this sordid thing most people call it war is that it is' guerrilla must escaped for the moment even Barack Obama even if he, like shrewd and resolute in other circumstances, and 'was able to take matters in hand and ordered his generals to "retire from those bad place to shit." I refuse even groped to explain myself, represent possible scenarios of possible causes. Historical. Economic. Industrial. Geopolitical. The former British colony, oil, pipeline, arms trafficking, trafficking of toxic waste, they mortacci them. (Where to dispose of nuclear waste all of Europe, eh? In the garden of the house?)
there I went to school together and played football, was a child, with boys then decided to enlist, they have become professional soldiers. Guys, needless to say, the south. Oristano, Naples, Orvieto, Potenza, Pagani (Salerno) and the ubiquitous Swiss village where he was born the last of the soldiers killed today in Kabul, apparently a family of Italian immigrants.
All returns, everything takes place: only children or children of immigrants southern army, 'cause in the South there is no' left over 'a fuck to be done to turn you have four keys: one key number, a succulent recommendation and enter the post office, key number two, and go off to work seriously in the North or abroad; key number three, you enlist in the army and leave without any risk of any motivation to go play my ass in a forsaken place God Key Number four, the road often and sooner or later end up in the mouth of crime 'was organized.
All returns, everything takes place in the logic of desolation: there is no 'work, you have no alternative, and' This is the motivation, high and noble, to join the army. Turn in some way. Exit the desolation. Anything but country. Homeland fucking, in which the interior minister belongs to a party with the flag to clean his ass and calls for secession. Then the parties, they kill you. Kill you, 'cause in life you can not find something better to do. The family will cry, earnestly, 'cause you were honest, clean, courageous, pugnacious, bold, unique. I went there to school and catechism with the girls that today are sisters and wives of soldiers. And I know well the pain of endless expressions on their faces when they mourn during the funeral tomorrow of State.
They killed those who in life have not found something better to do. And say to the families that have died to bring democracy to Afghanistan. The madness of power. Only in the past life there 'logic. In power there is' pure insanity.
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