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"To Friends"

I am ashamed that I am Spanish because of Franco I am ashamed that I am French because of Algeria I am ashamed that I am Algerian because of France I am ashamed that I am American because of Bush, Iraq and the bloodshed once among brothers I am ashamed that I am Russian because of Stalin, Gulag and recently of this and that I am ashamed that I am German because of Hitler, clearly (Pol Pot appears more and more seldom in the lists, but one is horrified, humanly ashamed, remembering) I am ashamed that I am English because of football etc I am ashamed that I am Polish — only when I am not proud I am ashamed that I am Turkish, but then there are Kurds... I am ashamed that I am Czech and allowed myself to be stifled (I am just as ashamed myself — some say, who feel shame in its extremity and hide weapons in pantries, waiting for that moment in which they wash away their shame with the blood of traditional enemies) I am ashamed that I am Orthodox or Catholic and I wedge and split the mountain on which Jesus bled — before others made even smaller pieces out of his Golgotha below I am ashamed that I am Indian because... well, it’s no matter I am ashamed that being Macedonian I let the Greeks be even more I am ashamed that I am Korean and one of Kim Ir Sen’s I am ashamed that I am Korean no matter where, as long as Kim Ir Sen’s Koreans remain I am ashamed that I am Serbian, but... let me think I am ashamed that I am Chinese because: ‘You’re Chinese?’ I am ashamed that I am Romanian because of Ceausescu, Dracula of course and now, God, all these Romanians all over the world... I am ashamed of my nation even when I am not ashamed — but each of us seeks to forget something I am ashamed because .......... [Everyone: fill in the blanks, write yours here!] but you, but you — you, only you you, whose nation filled the desolate earth with life and kindness you are the man who begins the new day today with your first step Ioana Ieronim
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