- I could understand that the ones who recognize me as an executioner judged my walk with their saliva full
of hatred and bitterness in their hearts. I could understand them wanting my death to feel their eager
desire for revenge calm their darkened souls. I could understand perfectly that ten years in prison,
forgotten, getting an inhuman treatment, suffering from hunger and humiliation not seem enough for them;
I could understand even if they wanted to expose me to the public eye and show me off like a puppet
inert after having ripped my tongue and maimed my genitalia. I could understand perfectly if they
wanted to drown me by introducing in my mouth into the stomach through the throat the red cloth
of the flag where the swastika swam in a white dial. I could understand their hate, blinded
by fanaticism of a war that was ended but continued to discriminate and humiliate the fallen ones.
I could understand if they thought my life worth nothing,
I could understand their indifference at seeing a mother speechless by the pain when she sees
her only son thrown into the mud ... while they laugh when the broken woman prostrates
next to the young man to give him the fleeting comfort of his unconditional love while he dies and they
mocking call him monster.
I could understand if they do not feel anything when his last breath expires in the arms
of the woman who gave him the first ... I could understand the infinite contempt and the cause of it,
but couldn't understand the peace they used to refer, a peace repeatedly raped and tortured in bad faith.
I couldn't understand not to accept the forgiveness of a man who repents and accepts the consequences
of his actions even if it involves a slow and certain death, I am unable to understand how they
keep apart of his bloodied body the only woman that loved him above all things to rape her next to him,
the inanimate body that was her corrupt essence. I am unable to see him
as a killer next to that monstrous vengeful; only a being who was, no longer is.
An anonymous forgotten, a bastard child of the executioner who was murdered,
leaving his only memory in a mother's broken heart who breaks into tears.
Sta.sh
