you do not know if they have occurred on occasion, I often feel the need to write, even if you have an issue that I convened specifically, or a single event which would testify. No, just this drive, this push, crashing against the white of the screen, and your satisfaction will be in the very act of writing, will be on the same tour that will end by defining its purpose: in fact, one does not seek, find. ;
risked a hypothesis: if so, it is because something claims to be said.
Leo, to the indispensable blog Eva Row, a story that moves me, and I highly recommend reading the link: story about the Holocaust, and affected families lost, found, hidden, where they were producing different ways through it and their outcomes, but all against a backdrop of horror, which made me write as a comment: "everyone does what he can with what you have on hand.
common phrase, if you will, resigned, perhaps too sympathetic to the limits, because it is there, in my commentary, somewhat dissonant: with what you have on hand. So what have I delivered, without intending to-value judgments about the attitudes of the story? Why be an extremely tragic situation, this strange and banal "by hand"? What may in this context, the "hand"?
We then find the way back. When I read the text, I thought Eva's father having an excess of suffering compared with that of Rita: having hidden, unrecognized, his daughter Golde, who had survived the horror, having yielded to the request of his new wife waive this paternity. Eva's father had given up doing all of this whole tragic fate was in his hand, also be the father of Golde.
That debt was paid with pain and depression.
is specified, so the meaning of the phrase. But we still might be waiting for something more, and see what other ways have been leading us to this point, and converge: days ago in the excellent blog Dormidano friend, we had a chance to read that the governor justified Salta death of some children of native peoples for their refusal cultural to go to hospital where blog authors had found other reasons, and in Pagina 12, the stories of a judge (Miret, collaborator) and a priest (Mijalchyk, informer), people with power and influences in their respective places, which may restrain the murderous folly of the torturers, did what was "within reach of his hand" to swell the criminal feast.
At first we said that one does not look, but it is, and if so, is because there is something that demands to be told. In the Freudian unconscious is not necessary to be guilty for experiencing this feeling. To be sure, the criticisms that has addressed himself the subject who writes these lines, for not writing anything about the deaths of José León Suárez, still in his hand to do so, have caused this writing .
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