GIVE ME BACK MY MOUNTAINS!
Translated: Susan Tomory
"Gentlemen, who arrange the affairs of the world, give me back my
mountains! I confess honestly: I am not interested in your political affairs,
your world-views, or in your grandiose theories, with which you desire to
arrange the fate of millions of people. I am not even interested in the fate of
these millions of people. I am interested in only one thing: give me back my
mountains! No matter what the scientists, the lawyers and the soldiers say:
those mountains are mine. Just as I too have belonged to them from the moment
that I was born at their feet, in that little house, and they looked upon me
through the window. They were not mine according to a real-estate register, that
is true. But they were mine according to God's order, by the fact that I was
born there and became a man there. Give me back my mountains!"
"Look Gentlemen: pretty soon it will be fifty years that you
dragged me into this game. You played war and divided my homeland on
my skin; you handed me
back and forth and my mountains too, like children give their toys to one
another. And I obediently acted out
everything you ordered: the fate of a minority, humiliation and oppression, persecution
for my language and race, I played
with you "liberation" and soldiering. I
played war. I played enthusiasm and fear of death, heroism and panic- stricken
flight; I played desperation, pain, rage, and a lost war. I played the loss of
home and loss of family, the teeth-crunching desire for revenge and the part of prisoner
of war; I played the role of hiding and homelessness, the loneliness of a stray
wolf in this human jungle. Gentlemen, I have had enough. I am not going to play
any more. Give me back my mountains!
"Don't tell me that I should seek another place for myself in the
world, for this world has no place which would be my own - except for that one.
Don't tell me that you'll allow me into
this or that country, because I have nothing to do in those countries. Don't
tell me that I will find myself mountains in the Cordilleras,
or Sierra Nevada: because those mountains are someone else's, not mine. For me
those mountains don't offer beauty or peace.
Give me back my mountains! And don't tell me that I am not the only one with
such a fate, because millions became homeless as a result of your games and I am
just one of the millions. To me it is no consolation to know that millions hurt
from the same pain as mine. My hurt is within me and it hurts me. Give me back
"Neither should you tell me that there are many who lost more,
for nobody lost so much as I. I did not have a palace, which I could re-build
somewhere on the other side of the globe. I did not have fortunes, which your
banks could repay me, should the fever of humanitarian feeling befall them. I
did not have a job, a rank, which you could replace for me. I had nothing, just
my mountains, and a woman whom I loved. And these two together were worth more
than all the palaces, fortunes and offices of the world. Nobody lost as much in
this game as I. Give me back my mountains!
"Gentlemen: I humbly believe that you are great and powerful.
That with one move of your finger, millions die, nations change owners and
continents sink into the depth of the seas. But beyond this, I would like to
believe that you honor justice and the law which God gave this world, and that
in your heart goodwill filters the moves of even your little finger. However,
this I can believe only when you erase the
damage which was unleashed upon
this world following your games, and you give me back my mountains. Gentlemen,
I am going to tell you the story of my life. I shall tell you about the game
that I had to play because you wrote this role for me. It was not one or the
other among you; not this one or that. One
of you is not more or less guilty in the writing of this role than the other. All
of you together are responsible for this awful game, all of you, who arrange the
world's affairs, within and beyond the borders and wire fences and continents.
You ruined my life, just as a naughty child ruins the toy of which he tired and
later tossed into the trash."
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