It’s sometime in the afternoon of February 7th, a day after the earthquake that shook Turkey and Syria. I am scrolling through my social media feed and all I see are very specific pleas for help: “So and so building on so and so street has collapsed and there is no one on-site for rescue.
These rivers of blood must breach the walls of our apathy.
A massive military intervention was once again underway in the early afternoon of the 15th of February in an attempt to evacuate the ZAD.
We do not count as human beings to them.
How perverse is it to be having a good time in an event that aims to challenge an unfolding genocide?
Within days, the governors of half of the states in the U.S.