In the soccer stadium he wears the jersey of Depor | History, that reads like this: La Coruna, summer of 1936: Bebel Garcia is shot by a firing squad |
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I'm sorry but that's just not good enough for someone who can't really take anyone else's word for anything, when it comes to screening the past of humanity through a sieve | The table of contents alone is satisfying, with listings like "Adventures of the mind in dark times," "Wigs," "The despicable human hand," "Forbidden to be a woman," "Jazz," "Lenin," "Mark Twain" and "Django Reinhardt |
Fire hardened the clay and preserved the words.
His empathy and hope for the world, even after being a first hand witness to what humans really are, could only spring tears from my eyes | Were the people who lived there blind?? But the astronauts found no sign of dangerous dreams or broken promises or hopes betrayed |
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At the end of his speech, he sets aside the papers, faces the audience, and says: 'I hate all white people | Adam and Eve were black? Framed in inventively organized tiny vignettes — most just a paragraph or two long — Eduardo Galeano's Mirrors explodes our ideas of history in both content and form |
This book made me insomniac and if sleep blessed me at all, it was followed by anxiety attacks at odd hours in the morning that only led me to pick up the book once again.
22It never occurred to him to look up | Whose point of view is it? I would call this work illuminating, but the opposite is the case, the lightness is altogether extinguished and the reader is left with a delirious sense of the dark side of human nature that no technological or political iridescence can ever absolve |
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Galeano does not profess to speak for the voiceless, yet his works amplify the muted calls for dignity and justness that have resounded for many thousands of years from the mouths of the silenced | It's the latter that I choose |
His empathy and hope for the world, even after being a first hand witness to what humans really are, could only spring tears from my eyes.
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