Salaam.
Dear Jafar,
?Please do continue??
That is what you say, and I really would like to go on, and it would take days. But I believe that I have some time left, maybe, so there is no need for me to be in a hurry.
I was born in a poor and difficult family I know what poverty and indigence is. In my family we could have just one meal a day and we had not money to buy clothes.
I grew up in the street, where there is the law of the stronger, and I must confess that I was always the weak. That is why I do not really know what the ?good manners? are I have no knowledge of the rules, of the conventions; I don?t know how to behave correctly, according to ?seriousness?, ?naturalness?, ?candor?, because I am, and I will always be, at the back of my mind, a street boy, a rascal. I have known the violence, both at home and in the streets, and this is something that brands you forever.
This world of my childhood, this burden, has constantly been next to me, inside of me as part of my nature you can?t cancel the pain, the troubles, the hunger. And this was, also, for the rest of my life. I could have become a ?smart one?, and leave it all at my back to sell my soul and my ideas I didn?t want to. Am I silly? Maybe I am, but I like to be consistent with myself, with my temper, with my life.
Jafar, when I hear children crying in the street my heart starts to bleed. When I see the beggars I feel I am one of them I am condemned to live a life haunted by the memories, by the present that I do not like, but that I would like to change.
I do not see many persons, in this world, fighting for the good of the people, apart from el Subcomandante Marcos, in Mexico, and Aung San Suu Kyi in Burma.
I would like that the rest of the world could realize that most of what the governments and the press say (both on the papers and on TV) is false, but my voice is too feeble.
Thank you for dedicating a part of your time to me, to listen to my story. If you like I could tell you some more, Jafar.
Peace to you and all the people here.