As I’ve spent a whole afternoon on the contemplation of what’s to come, the day is lost and nothing got done. It´s time to pick up the baby from the day-care. I wonder if at least little Lilly had a good day- full with joy and play.
Her days at the daycare are a complete contrast to my everyday’s sufferings. She knows not that her father is missing- somewhere lost in the middle of a long lasting and unreasonable war. She misses him; I can feel it in her cries. But she is too little to understand the implications of his long disappearance.
After spending my day trying to hear from him, from his officers, from the government, from the news, I once again lose hope that I shall see him return to his daughter in one peace. Why did he have to go and prove himself and participate on this War. Did he realize that Wars are not for men and women but for monsters of power who only desire for more? No, he did not. He was never a man to rationalize his own actions. He would never question what was said from above. But sometimes we must, because just like us, those above are just people, with hopes and desires. And power do not make this desires be the right ones, it simply makes them victorious.
It was the desire of (some) men that created this gender inequality, racism, prejudice of class and all its other forms. It was desire of some men that made this war - this third war- that will not only take my daughter´s father but probably decimate us all.
As my mind once again turns to the War that has left me in my sudden empty and sorrow state, I reach my destination. My daughter finds my arms. Children laugh all around me. Parents mirror my thoughts, but they also mirror the smile they can see in their children’s eyes.
They are not safe from War, as we are not, and they are too young to live without us. Yet, it still in my daughter’s eyes that I find my own redemption. It is through her giggles that I can imagine an ending to the dark sky that surrounds me.
