Was it my grand father, one cannot but try to ask, who got up at four in the icy morning to lead the sluice of water into the garden? This is the question that always remains to be asked and to which my answer will be part of the question our posterity will undoubtedly put. One ought never to blame our ancestors. One, rather, should admonish himself for wanting to be something similar to them. It is accordingly essential to us to open our eyes to the fact that we have to start anew without fear or submission.
It is now our turn to learn how to stand upon our own feet without being shown how to live or what to feel or not to feel. This earth belongs to us. It belongs to us and i do not think that it will be availed and do to simply wait and see whether things are going to happen or not. Whoever wants to fight for his freedom must start out at once by setting himself free from all the shackles he comes into close contact with. Let us make sure we do not end up by becoming slaves of the past. We are to be free and then build up for the future for it is the only thing that is elaborately set before us as a way out of oblivion. It is, i must say, the struggle of life against death. It is the struggle of memory against forgetting. It is the struggle of truth against illusion.
Chokri Omri
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