Days of Awe
Frankly, I must have written at least a dozen chronicles about theYamim Noraim, the ten “days of awe” that stand between the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah, and the Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur, starting this Sunday. But never before, in my career as a chronicler, have I found such a fiercely justified historical analogy, in addition to my own personal introspection. Yes. Although I do not believe in any God (and in days like these, who would?) or profess any religion, I have never passed up the opportunity to enjoy this healthy annual reflection that culminates in ritual fasting. Which this year, more than ever, could acquire a supracultural sense, since the unfortunate waves of refugees have perished not only by drowning and oblivion, but also, simply, due to hunger, as determined by the Brazilian corvette that the other day rescued some of them near the coast of Sicily.
It is indeed very touching this whole wave of solidarity expressing compassion on social networks, the same networks that, in fact, have a crucial role not in migrants’ salvation, but in the propagation of a remote possibility of escape, since a local reaction to their misery is not advised. At any rate, who would be willing to talk about anything more profound? The important thing is not to understand what’s behind the facts, but solely being aware that we are following the right path, a simple matter of two plus two: Photo of boy dead by drowning plus Europe looking bad, equals “death to Europe for letting the boy die.” (…)
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