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The children in Gaza January 8, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Maceo Cabrera Estevez @ 6:02 pm
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I can decompartmentalize.  I think it’s survivor’s instinct.  Know the facts and not feel.  But I’ve been trying to work on that.  Trying to feel every emotion.  Trying to see how my body gets affected by sadness, happiness, anger, joy, bliss.

This morning while eating breakfast.  Scrambled eggs, veggie sausage patties, spelt english muffin and kuchela I broke down while reading.  I read the NY Times online.  I read about the children in Gaza who could not stand up when found.  The children who were side by side with their mothers’ corpses.  And I broke seeing that image run past my mind.  It ran slowing.  I smelled it.  Tasted it.  Heard it.  Felt it.  I wanted to hold them.  Carry them.  Kiss their foreheads and their tears.

I want to go to Gaza.  This year.  This summer.  The best I can give is myself.  

Please, remember the people of Gaza, the people who have people in Gaza, please remember that we all have to help each other.  Somehow.  Please.

the end.


Buying Jerusalem January 2, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Maceo Cabrera Estevez @ 4:17 pm
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We played Monopoly for New Year’s Eve.  The new edition no longer has cash but ATM cards and a machine.  The board is no longer filled with just railroads and generic streets and avenues.  It has energy systems such as solar and wind.  The streets have now become cities like Hong Kong, Cape Town, Paris and Jerusalem.    My chosen niece and I were partners.  She seven and independent wanted to buy everything we landed on before asking me if we wanted to do this.  Only one time, we talked and then learned how to be a partner.  

We had millions.  All of us had millions.  We earned some we lost some.  My sister wanted to build her own Asian Empire.  My niece and I wanted to monopolize the energy systems but only got two.  One city, Capetown, then another.  Jerusalem.  I told her we should buy it and then give it back to the Palestinians.  She didn’t quite understand because she wanted to build resorts and make lots of money but we gave it back anyway.  We gave it back and charged rent to those who landed to rebuild people’s homes and lives.

If only this could really be done right now.

If only the killings could stop.

If only the US would stop supporting Israel.

If only we could all get on a plane, boat or train and head to Palestine together.  If only we could do this so the missiles would stop launching, the guns stop firing, the children stop weeping.

If only.

My prayers are with my brothers and sisters in Palestine

in Gaza

and all over the world that suffer due to the human ego.


the end.