2 de abril de 1982. La Plaza de Malvinas, Liniers.
Una guerra no se festeja. Nunca.
No puedo traducirlo bien… But I’m going to give it a shot.
One day in April, the plaza was filled with people carrying little plastic flags that were celebrating a war. In those years there were a lot of plastic flags. I remember. It was as if they were isolated from the rest of the world. They were celebrating a war, or a campaign to improve our image of a regime that knew only to kill and nothing more. They went to command children, who were discardable, to die hungry and cold and to kill all on two islands, they were lost. Those responcible were provided with whiskey, imported whiskey. Outside in the plaza all of this… was patriotism. All of this was little plastic flags.
War is not to be celebrated, ever.
(vía popmodernidad)
