By Marios Adamos
I have a daughter who is almost three years old. He asks me again and again, more and more and more and more difficult. The day before yesterday on TV she saw a child her age begging. He asked me. As if he threw a stone at my head. What should I answer her? Tell her what? That there are children even in Cyprus who do not have anything to eat? That in Greece half a million children live below the poverty line?
How did we really get here? Why did we leave behind values that kept this people alive? On days like these, each of us must make a fund.
Whether this homeland will stand up has to do exclusively with our own moves. Specific. Individually and collectively. No aoristologies and empty words, not in nonsense coming from party greenhouses. Specific acts, which are more or less perceived by anyone who has not yet undergone a national lobotomy, party leveling and conscientious fall.
We are the power of Change and the air of hope. If we change ourselves first we can then change those around us. No compromises, no mediocrities and the socially uneducated to determine our fortunes. "Silence to pass", does not belong to us. Dynamic and irreconcilable. Reaction to injustice and no tolerance for impunity, wherever it comes from, either locally or centrally. To use an old good slogan of the Left "the only way is resistance and struggle".
No one is above the community and the homeland, and the wise I mean. No one has the right to provoke, especially in times of crisis. No one has the right in such times, under any pretext, to reap material goods and benefits that they cause. In fact, in times when many of our fellow human beings are unemployed and some others wake up every day with the stress of part-time work. We all need to realize the difficulties of the times and the difficult situation that unfortunately many, even our neighbors and relatives, find themselves in.
I have a daughter… She is almost three… I often think in what world we brought to live. We owe her everything, as all parents owe to their children. The daily joys they give us, the moments of rest, but mainly the return to our carefree childhood. Above all, however, we owe it to them to fight to change the world. To change ourselves for the better first. To change for our children, our sons and our daughters. For the children we brought into the world and for what God will ordain for us to bring. Let us all fight so that their own generation is not the first to live worse than the previous one. Together we can do it, not for us but for our children. Companions and competitors in difficult and difficult times.
Happy Resurrection and good Freedom Brothers.