Any day, any month of any year.
Droughts. Floods. Earthquakes. Eruptions. Contamination. Current and future pandemics. Assassinations of leaders of native peoples, human rights defenders, guardians of the Earth. Gender violence escalating to genocide against women—the foolish suicide of humanity. Racism not infrequently hidden behind the guise of charity. Criminalization and persecution of difference. Irremediable condemnation of forced disappearance. Repression in response to legitimate demands. Exploitation of the majority by the minority. Large projects that destroy territories. Desolate villages. Millions displaced, hidden under the figure of “migration.” Species that are endangered, or just a name in the “prehistoric animals” folder. Gigantic profits of the richest of the richest on the planet. Extreme misery of the poorest of the world’s needy. The tyranny of money. Virtual reality as a false exit in the face of actual reality. Dying National States. Each individual a strange enemy. The lie as a government program. The frivolous and superficial as ideals to be achieved. Cynicism as a new religion. Death as a daily routine. War. Always war.
The storm sweeping everything away, whispering, advising, shouting:
Surrender!
Surrender!
SURRENDER!
And yet…
Near and far from our floors and skies, someone is there. A woman, a man, a them, (unoa otroa), a group, a collective, an organization, a movement, an original people, a neighborhood, a street, a town, a house, a room. In the smallest, most forgotten, farthest corner, there is someone who says “NO.” They say it quietly, so you can barely hear it, or they shout it, live it, die it. And they rebel and resist. Someone. You have to look for them. You have to find them. You have to listen to them. You have to learn from them.
Even if we have to fly to hug them.
Because, after all, flying is just another way of walking. And, well, walking is our way of struggling, of living.
So, on the Journey for Life, what do we hope for? We hope to look into your heart. We hope it is not too late. We hope for… everything.
I bear witness.
SupGaleano.
Planet Earth… or what’s left of it.
“On lâche rien” in French, Spanish, Catalan, Euskera, Galician. Performed by: HK et les SALTIMBANKS with LA PULQUERIA, TXARANGO, LA TROBA KUNG-FÙ, FERMIN MUGURUZA and DAKIDARRIA
