the taste of the bullet

there was a boy. a little one in the middle of the dirty road. he is almost naked, he was wearing only shorts. his skin is the shade of the land. he was standing, watching the car coming in his direction. fearless. maybe just ignored it because this boy never saw a car crash. it was a native. the road to the resort in the beach passes through his tribe lands. he didn`t move at all. and the car past him by. we watched his silly courage from inside the windows, with the air conditioner on. we felt a deja vu. it might have happened several times.

this world is too small for both us. there is no place to hide. if the mountain will not come to muhammad, then muhammad will go to the mountain. in the cities many babies never saw that dangerous world outside home, and after some time, those babies will grow and not leave the mother city. medieval globalization. see the round globe in the plane window.

lula said that our financial crisis is white men with blue eyes fault. he is racist. our little boy doesnt have a bank account. many critics said that the financial crisis is white men with brown eyes fault, as lula. as me. its my fault. im richer than the average joe here. i was inside the car, i wasnt the one standing on the ground. im guilty.

then i think about german people. they are descendants of people who watched the nazis within the stage. two world wars. completely destroied. completely rebuilt. which doesnt kill make us stronger. its the taste of the bullet. the most recent war which happened here that i can remember is against paraguay. paraguay was developing too fast. but it didnt have a coast to build ports. brazil, argentina and england had. brazil didnt have enough guns, but it had lots of black slaves to fight unnarmed. unnarmed and chained. genocide. 99% of the male population of paraguay perished. even children were recruited. there is a tale of a fleeing army inside a florest. the enemies burnt the whole forest. barbecue of paraguayans. but, back to the main matter, the germans rebuilt their country twice in a single century. the paraguayans dont.

it doesnt matter. it is its land. is it its land? is there a place for it? how many cars full of tourists will dodge little boys without causalities? will they survive to strike back? can i turn my back to those facts?