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Sep

Exile: Learning to Be a Migrant

Learning to know you are invited, between us, all of us, migrants.

To think of yourself as a human being, wouldn’t it be to perceive yourself and look at yourself as another person? Therefore, between me, myself and another person, a space appears, is created, an in-between that engages, that invites, that, sometimes, forces a migration…

How can we cross this border space which allows us to be different, uniquely different? With our legs, with our minds, with our words, with our gaze? Certainly, but first and foremost knowing that we are migrants. Beyond freedom, beyond constraint, our human "business", if it can cross the ages, unite, dis-unite, it is first, and finally, because our current human experience is the fruit of our migration.

Like time, like space, which I contemplate, which affect me, which are me, I have to learn my migrant being. Whether you teach me, whether I teach you, inexorably, alone, together, according to our own rhythm, the unique cantus firmus remains forever from tomorrow to yesterday: migration.

Migration of the seasons of my life, migrations of my days, migration towards you, and from you, towards me, together, I am a migrant with you.

You reveal me to my migrant being, by welcoming me or by rejecting me, in the letter or in the spirit, in the form or in the substance, in hatred or in Peace, in death or in Life.

As a migrant, I learn to be a migrant.

Gilbert

 

Learning to know you are invited, between us, all of us, migrants.

To think of yourself as a human being, wouldn’t it be to perceive yourself and look at yourself as another person? Therefore, between me, myself and another person, a space appears, is created, an in-between that engages, that invites, that, sometimes, forces a migrationRead more.

How can we cross this border space which allows us to be different, uniquely different? With our legs, with our minds, with our words, with our gaze? Certainly, but first and foremost knowing that we are migrants. Beyond freedom, beyond constraint, our human "business", if it can cross the ages, unite, dis-unite, it is first, and finally, because our current human experience is the fruit of our migration.

Like time, like space, which I contemplate, which affect me, which are me, I have to learn my migrant being. Whether you teach me, whether I teach you, inexorably, alone, together, according to our own rhythm, the unique cantus firmus remains forever from tomorrow to yesterday: migration.

Migration of the seasons of my life, migrations of my days, migration towards you, and from you, towards me, together, I am a migrant with you.

You reveal me to my migrant being, by welcoming me or by rejecting me, in the letter or in the spirit, in the form or in the substance, in hatred or in Peace, in death or in Life.

As a migrant, I learn to be a migrant.

Gilbert

Last modified on Thursday, 17 September 2020 11:38
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