I have already started: https://t.co/w0BnUUaPKc
A piece written from my perspective as @EASAinfo president from 2023-25.
(The AI summary is complete rubbish, of course).
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They came at dusk: a woman and two children.
Not walking, exactly. Drifting, as if carried not by their own will but by a force more ancient and merciless than gravity. The kind of force that drives insects toward flame or the lost toward confession.
One of the children pulled a basket behind, its wheels scraping over the stones like bones. Neither spoke. Their silence was not shy, but inherited. The kind passed from womb to womb in times of war.
The woman looked at me, not as one human to another, but as someone standing trial on Judgment Day, stripped of all defense.
“Is this a clinic?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have medicine?”
“Yes.”
“Is it free?”
“Yes.”
She entered, as if even the floor needed permission to bear her weight.
She sat before me. Her presence was not loud, but unbearable. She did not look tired, but ancient, like someone who had traveled not just for days but through time itself, through the centuries of betrayal that humanity has inflicted upon itself.
I said nothing. She said nothing. The silence held.
Then she whispered, “My feet and back hurt.”
What a simple phrase. And yet it carried the weight of exile.
My feet and back hurt.
Of course they did.
She had been carrying two children, a basket, and the unspoken grief of the earth.
“Is this new?” I asked.
“No, habibi. It’s from walking. We’ve been walking a long time.”
Walking. Such a gentle word for such a violent act. She had walked over corpses and rubble, over forgotten treaties and abandoned neighborhoods. She had walked across the graves of promises.
And I, me, a doctor. What could I do? Open a drawer? Offer a pill? I could not suture history. I could not anesthetize the world’s cruelty.
So I gave her painkillers. Like a priest sprinkling water on a burning house. And vitamins, why not? A placebo for the soul, perhaps more for mine than hers.
She stood, nodded, and left.
I should have returned to my notes, to the work. But I sat there, staring at my hands. Those impotent, trembling hands. I wondered if I had just witnessed something sacred or something obscene.
Then she returned.
In her hands was a bundle of arugula. Earth still clung to the roots.
“This is for you,” she said.
I refused. My pride would not allow it. But pride dies in the presence of grace.
She insisted. “It’s from my heart,” she said. “We’re farmers. From Beit Lahia. We picked it before we left. I still have some.”
And in that moment, I saw her. Not the woman, but the truth.
So I took it. Not for the leaves, but to protect what little dignity remained in the world.
She left again.
But she had left something behind. A scream without sound. A sermon without words.
And in that clinic, surrounded by antiseptics and broken instruments, I, the doctor, broke.
Not from pity. But from the unbearable truth that someone who had nothing still found a way to give everything.
#GazaGenocide
At least 38 million people have been displaced by the U.S. post-9/11 wars.
That is more than those displaced by any war or disaster since the start of the 20th century, except for World War II. [1/3]
@mizrahi_matias Faltaron - al menos- 5 años de historia. Arafat rechazó el plan de paz porque Israel no respetó las bases iniciales del proceso de Oslo, el cual no se concretó porque la ultra derecha israelí, liderada por Netanyahu, asesinó al primer ministro Isaac Rabin.
https://t.co/MnVOL8SnKU
Oposición: ahora que se acabó la discusión constitucional, podremos ponernos a trabajar en las verdaderas necesidades del país.
Las necesidades del país:
The recordings of the first day of our symposium "Spatial Figures of the #Anthropocene" are now online!📺(the second day will follow soon)
with @AlexandraArenes, @IgnFarias, @tomasuson@gaston_gordillo, Andrew Baldwin, Susanne Hauser & Silke Steets!⬇️
https://t.co/mW17YwJSRn
Lesetipp!
"Kultursoziologische Stadtforschung" zeigt, wie ein kulturwissenschaftlicher Blick auf Städte klassische Fragen der Stadtsoziologie neu fassen kann.
Von @IgnFarias, Martina Löw, Thomas Schmidt-Lux und Silke Steets 📚🏙️
Jetzt im @Campusverlag!
https://t.co/59zTf7zE2Z
Join us!
The Centre for Visual Anthropology welcomes urbanist Francisco Mondaca Molina, a Visiting Research Fellow and member of @TRACTS_Network
Art Practice/Research
"Sand & Water. Traces of Collective Memory for Reparatory Action"
Friday, October 13th from 12:00-14:00h
Two months after massive floods in Central Chile (June), another one. Don't get tricked by the apparently low casualties, the level of devastation and costs will be huge. The declared state of catastrophe is a bit larger than the size of #Austria
https://t.co/XgO6q47xLG
Place, territory, network, route – how does the Anthropocene require us to rethink the figures that have shaped our spatial understanding of the world?
Very honored to be presenting at this event alongside such amazing scholars!
Looking forward to the Symposium "Spatial Figures in the Anthropocene" organized with my colleague Silke Steets and the Collaborative Research Center "Refiguration of Spaces" @SFB1265 - register to attend in person at ICI Berlin - Oct. 5-6, 2023
https://t.co/KLCeE4nRzL