For three years now anger has been alternating with grief, shame with fear, while the horror of imminent disaster leaves us empty, staring into a void. For the past three years all conversations seem to have revolved around numbers and percentages, financial terms, acronyms in foreign languages, safe and unsafe liabilities, sustainable and unsustainable conditions, deals, accords, treaties, and so on.
Each and every one of us watches events unfold, silently, in front of the TV screen.
Yet, every day, even if for just a moment, something breaks through the harsh skin created by the fall and manages to penetrate deeper, bringing a little warmth to the day. It is something different for each of us: a friend’s concern, a pat on the back at work, solidarity and affection between partners. We long for intimacy in our private world; we take courage from our common destiny.