Invasions

In these crazy days that cross our planet I have had the great fortune to spend a lot of time at the entrance to the Arsenal. As many NP readers already know, we have been flooded with tons of humanitarian aid for Ukraine. But the coolest thing about this food invasion was the invasion of the people who brought it. Most of them stopped to help us by generating in us and in them a kind of (pass me the term a little Dragonball) "Mega Energy Point against evil". I saw dozens of people who burst into tears just entering the courtyard, almost as if, upon entering, they had a taste of heaven or an answer to all the questions they had in their hearts.

I'll give you some episodes. A pensioner: "I didn't think volunteering was so good. I arrive home destroyed in the evening ... but how well I sleep!" Another retiree: «I worked more here in two days than for 30 years in the company». A lady: «I make boxes because watching television is crazy». A slightly "crazy" Italian stares at the courtyard as if he sees beyond it and says: "Here is God!" Another stares at the courtyard and says: "Do you also get vaccines?" A nun almost in a trance repeats three times: "Feed the hungry!" A determined young man: «Here's how to answer Putin! This is an invasion that makes sense! " A Muslim stares at the courtyard and says: "Here is happiness!". A Moroccan: "Do you have a Ukrainian to give me?". A Romanian: «I live in 40 square meters but I can welcome one person». A Ghanaian: «I'm Ukrainian too, will you accept me?».

It is an invasion of words and gestures that make us understand many, many things. My grandfather always said to me: «The answer lies within the question. But peace is not within war ».


Andrea Gotico
NP May 2022