Once upon a time, there was a mousey who was very hungry and
wanted to eat some cheese that was in the kitchen. And so the mousey went very
resolutely to the kitchen to get the cheese, but it turns out that a kitty cut
him off and the mousey got really scared and ran away and could no longer go to
the kitchen for the cheese. So the mousey was thinking about what to do to go
to the kitchen for the cheese and thought and said:
“Now I know, I’ll put a little bowl of milk and then the kitty
will start drinking the milk because kitties really like milk. And then, when
the kitty is drinking his milk and doesn’t realize, I’ll go to the kitchen to
get the cheese and I’ll eat it up. Verrrrry good idea,” said the mousey.
And so he went to look for some milk but it turns out that the
milk was in the kitchen and, when the mousey wanted to go to the kitchen, the
kitty cut him off and the mousey got really scared and ran away and he could no
longer go get the milk. So the mousey was thinking about what to do to go to
the kitchen for the milk and thought and said:
“Now I know, I’ll throw a fishy very far away and then the kitty
will run off to go and eat the fishy, because kitties really like fishies. And
then, when the kitty is eating his fishy and doesn’t realize, I’ll go to the
kitchen to get some milk to put in a bowl and then, when the kitty is drinking
his milk and doesn’t realize, I’ll go to the kitchen to get some cheese and
I’ll eat it up. Verrrry good idea,” said the mousey.
And so he went to look for the fishy but it turns out that the
fishy was in the kitchen and, when the mousey wanted to go to the kitchen, the
kitty cut him off and the mousey got really scared and ran away and could no
longer go get the fishy.
And so the mousey saw that the cheese that he wanted, the milk,
and the fish, everything was in the kitchen and he couldn’t get there because
the kitty was stopping him. And so the mousey said, “Enough is enough!” and
grabbed a machine gun and pelted the kitty and went to the kitchen and saw that
the fish, the milk, and the cheese had already gone bad and could no longer be
eaten, and so he returned to where the kitty was and cut him up, and then had a
great barbeque and then invited all of his friends and so they had a party and
ate up the barbequed kitty and sung and danced and lived very happily. And the
story began…
This is the end of the narrative and the end of this missive. I
remind thee that the divisions between countries only serve to define the crime
of “smuggling” and to give meaning to wars.
It is clear that there exist, at least, two things that come
before borders: one is crime which, disguised as modernity, distributes poverty
on a global scale; the other is the hope that shame may only exist when one
missteps in a dance and not each time we see ourselves in a mirror. To finish
with the first and to make the second flourish, all that is lacking is to
struggle and be better. The rest follows on its own and is what tends to fill
libraries and museums.
It is not necessary to conquer the world, it is enough to build it
anew…Cheers and know that, for love, a bed is only a pretext; for dance, a tune
is only a decoration; and for struggle, nationality is only a merely
circumstantial accident.
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Originally published on August 7th, 1995.
English translation copyright © 2014 by Henry Gales. All rights reserved.
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