Kids’ faces are marvellous, they ooze with goodness. When I move about on my own with cameras, which plainly show my being well-off, I have never had problems. During the trip, my mind snapped a photograph that my camera was unable to capture: a kid walking on the side of the road, in the opposite direction to the convoy. His walk was steady and proud. He had a long-necked orange jumper with a black waistcoat, and a typical Islamic cap. When he spotted the first vehicles in our convoy, immediately followed by ours, the boy raised his right arm to greet us, but his proud stare and sincere smile, from a 6/7 years old kid, evoked great respect in me. He seemed to know very clearly where he was heading to. He glanced at us with niceness and esteem. This attitude, in short, was that of a young man who, educated and connected in an active social fabric, could turn him into one of the very many people able to free their country from survival problems and common exploitations.
War is senseless. Nowadays this has become just another empty commonplace, so more since war is still out there. But here is the paradox: information, which should build and reinvigorate people’s culture, just spoils most situations to rise audience and profits. TV viewers are used to avoid questioning themselves and believe whatever the news provide. There is more truth in a well directed movie or in some novel, whose author (since he cares for his work) did a good job researching every detail, than in the evening news reports. This war has been told to us following such line – cheap and only aimed to increase the audience.
In a few words, they recycled an old product which nobody cared for anymore, and made something full of pathos and tension out of it.
And why not ‘linking’ a few comments to some propaganda clips about the army? Here they are, the US special forces, the British UKSFs, the Russian secret service… and we all know how much a MiG costs, how a carrier works and how fast missiles are. But about the rest, about everything else, nobody knows a thing and nobody wants to speak out. Nobody ever tells us there are wonderful people living here, that out of twenty kids, fifteen are incredibly beautiful, that it isn’t the Taliban’s fault if people live in such a condition of poverty and need, although they have become the world’s greatest evil.
Let’s start to discuss seriously about the international affairs of every nation, about the selfish exploitation of the planet’s resources, which prevented 80 percent of mankind from benefitting from them.
Only then we will understand that a couple planes crashing on two towers tis just the beginning of what will happen on this planet. It’s a matter of fact the those towers where found in the world’s most powerful country – also from a media point of view – and therefore the third power in this conflict, a nobody’s army but ready for everyone, was unleashed in an explosive way. An army that punctiliously follows a script that was rehearsed again and again, that has been refined through the years, from Pony Express to Echelon’s satellites, moving through the chambers of power and arriving in Vietnam, Persian Gulf and Cuba.
Why am I saying this? Because right now I’m in Afghanistan, surrounded by a world lightyears afar from what I was told in Italy.
My 10-day stay in Afghanistan allowed me to discover a country which I could easily describe – as any other correspondent could – underdeveloped as in the Stone Age, plus the kalashnikovs and the jeeps. I didn’t see any development plan imported from abroad. On the contrary, I experienced first hand a society in great need, but it doesn’t need any warmongers feeding a conflict that increases its manpower among youth and elders alike. A large part of the middle generation exploded through the folly inflaming the foreign policies of capitalistic countries. I didn’t see any roads, sewers, working women nor courthouses, but unfortunately I saw the hospitals, the children learning by heart the Quran, the guns becoming part of daily life. Moreover, I saw an army made of several different age groups. I saw them marching, as they were a primary class on a school trip. They struggled to maintain distance and pace in the most basic manoeuvres, not to mention more complicated sequences. I’ve never seen a commander yelling that much before, gesticulating and running after his soldiers. After all, this is the reflection of a population that is basically hungry, cold, and still stuck in 1380 (islamic year), even since nobody ever told them it was possible to reach modernity.
A militarized country, where the only democracy is the one established by poverty.