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    Now I can cry louder

     
    In 2011 I was lucky to work in Iraqi Kurdistan. I was lucky because I had the chance to work in an amazing Country. A Country where, in spite of the constant presence of weapons stuck into the back of the jeans, of the checkpoints, of Saddam's tanks still facing a non-existing enemy, an imaginary enemy, of the big malls next to the Erbil Citadel (the oldest citadel in the world), you can breath the air of disarming peace, a suffocating silence. I feel lucky because I had the chance to be the unexpected guest of a local family, to eat with a militant covered with scars, to look into his eyes and understand that for him the war is a daily matter. I was lucky to converse with a former spokesperson of the kurdish people, who explained what meant to be a Kurd. I was lucky, because I breathed the silence of the hills, I closed my eyes under the Iraqi sun, I went through checkpoints and I covered my body in respect. I was lucky, because now I can cry even more for what is happening. And crying means, for me as a free person, for me as a woman, for me as a professional, to feel the brotherhood that unifies all people, the brotherhood that must get out of each one of us and must be heard, must fight against violence, against injustice, must fight against tears and against sufferance. I am lucky, because now I can cry more. Now I can cry louder.
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