Sunday November 14, 2010
How to write a column a summary of this moment when everything comes together? if I have so many unanswered questions that I was accumulating for years, to write an entire diary. How do you summarize 35 years? during the first 20, I was denied access to the truth. And then? another 15 years of hard work of re-construction: my life, my history, my identidàt. And now? my expectation is so great as my uncertainty, so many emotions I can barely spinning some random thoughts, disorganized.
(I think I'm going to see their faces at that rate, the executioners and as a whip, something inside me says, "nothing new, Angelita, and saw those faces," and I feel a kind of giddiness, alarm to think what might happen if to see them again, suddenly, I remembered what I forgot all of them. )
no words to say the unsayable. Matissklo Massklo Urbinek say the child, in me.
had to paddle in mud to get here. Overhead obstacles had to overcome the most difficult, sticks out a thousand times the wheel and learn to stand up and keep going, after tripping over a fantastic Petra on the road. We had to put a lot of will and courage to succeed. He must have a lot of truth falling from mature. Had to be very rotten dirt under the carpet, very smelly, to go beyond the fences that had been imposed and to be visible. For many years
sing, that where they were, the were going to look ... one day, sooner or later, we were going to find. Justice was going to find. And this is the time. All of the above, all pre-trial is in the past, ending 34 years of Pre-Trial. And not just a pun, is to begin to put some things in place, even if it hurts.
The road to justice, which were built as a utopia, a dream, is now on the threshold of reality. What can happen to a dream come true? I am afraid to disappoint. In principle, I've learned that Justice and Judiciary, does not always mean the same thing. That judges are not always Just. That while offenders are in jail, neighbors remain todos.Y sinister secrets while, still there, waiting to come to light, while we still do not know what happened to our familares, who have not (to) become (while Mom remains in the hands of them) still appear as encrypted messages, like bread crumbs along the way, the keys to that end, they still could not rebuild.
then to 34 years after the events, have come to this court, in this context, it feels like a small victory, which sometimes makes me smile, want to celebrate and raise their fingers in V, because it has cost us so very much to reach up here, but make no mistake, this is not an easy time, or happy, or anything, this is just a principle of order and there is nothing to celebrate. Justice need to be now, just and effective, so this story can start being a little less sad.
time ago a colleague, the daughter of the disappeared, had he felt so stressed, mobilized into the depths with the trial in Chaco for his dad, one of those killed in the slaughter of Margarita Belen. And then I remembered another time, like 14 or 15 years ago, when we begin to recognize and meet the children and how our reality was then, when the roof of the fair were the laws of impunity and pardons, and had to live with reconciliarorio state discourse, the closed-door policy and had to endure so much injustice, which had to bear the genocidal escraches only form of justice as possible. At that time, we are indignant total impunity, we stress the loss on the loss, the trigger-and the overwhelming feeling of no-future, and remembering all that context, I reflected on the present and the trials of genocide: that stress this is positive as expected ... and sleep.
synthesize my expectations about the trial: to occur and be fair. Everything else is hope: to find, namely, to rebuild, to heal, able to look forward without the dark veil of mourning.
not too late, because they have not stopped hurting. Posted by Ms. Angelita
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