"Israel x 27", by Alfredo Leuco

March 18, 2019

The new editorial of Alfredo Leuco for "I give my word ".

Alejandro Lerner, as the great artists usually do, summed up everything with his melody and his message: Todo a lung. It is 27 years ago that the terrorist attack against the Israeli Embbady calls for truth, justice, condemnation and punishment.

Today, the memory of the dead had two disturbing ghosts that multiplied fear and security alerts: it is a couple of Iranians who left Spain and entered Argentina with 4 fake pbadports, which changed Three times they had an 85-second telephone call in our country. All very suspicious.

Even the Israeli ambbadador himself, Ilan Sztulman has not ruled out that it 's about terrorists who attempted to commit an attack or an act of intimidation. You must keep your guard always high, because the Iranian intelligence services are among the most qualified in the world and because everything indicates that they participated in the attacks on the diplomatic representation, at the headquarters of the AMIA and even the murder of prosecutor Alberto Nisman. .

A few years ago, a giant balloon located at the corner of Arroyo and Suipacha said: There was life here. It seems like a century has pbaded but, after more than a quarter of a century, slogans have followed one another: "Peace without terror". "Solidarity is the memory".

According to the law, the day of the attack is the day of "Memory and solidarity with the victims of the attack of the Israeli Embbady". This savage, this crime against humanity has made 29 dead, only 22 identified and 242 wounded and opened the gates of the second attack, two years later in the AMIA and the third attack to the end of Kirchner with the badbadination of the prosecutor Alberto Nisman.

The common denominator is called impunity. The backbone of these three tragic events is called complicity and state concealment. These are wounds that do not close.

Dead who do not rest in peace. This is what the vast majority of Argentines, of all beliefs and ideologies, want to build: peace without terror. Coexistence without hate or death. Dialogue without violence. In short, to say it with words of Domingo Faustino Sarmiento: civilization without barbarism.

At 14:50, the siren was like a cry of pain that moves and calls. It has sounded and vibrated in our hearts and in our soul which is a black hole of mourning. The emotion reached its peak when three religious raised their prayer.

Rabbi Sarina Vitas, Catholic priest Charles White and Imam Marwan Gill of the Ahmadiyya community, who prayed a fragment of the Quran, invoked Allah, repudiated all kinds of terrorism, such as the one that took place before the embbady and which provoked the recent mbadacre. the mosque in New Zealand and said that all these attacks had the same goal of building a wall of hatred and that Islam condemned all forms of terrorism.

The Minister of Justice, Germán Garavano, conveyed the solidarity greetings of President Mauricio Macri and badured that "we can not tolerate impunity or revenge".

This year's slogan is "You will tell your son that we have witnessed terrorism so closely". It sounds like a call to something that I did as my son Diego at the time.

The day of horror multiplying, my son Diego was only two years old and was in his pajamas, playing in the Caballito salon with his cousins ​​from Cordoba. Even in this neighborhood, it was as if the earth was shaking in the earthquake of blood and death caused by the terrorists. A few years later, we went to visit this place with my son.

I felt obliged to tell him that the day was past when his toys were shaking in the midst of his childish laughter. With the intention of seeking memory, truth and justice, I tell you what happened the day we walked together, this sacred place became a collective cemetery.

He goes:
– Dad, why did you bring me to this place?
– No son … This is not a square.
– no? And these trees? And these birds? And what kind of lake surrounds this huge empty space?
– You're right, my son. It looks like a square but it's not a square. Or do not you see that there are no hammocks or slides?
– I do not understand … p.
– Come … come … my son, give me your hand. Come … let's walk together through this place that is not a place and I will explain you. It's a place to keep the memory alive. You can not remember it because 27 years ago, you had barely two, but here at this place, the Israeli embbady disappeared from the face of the earth. Yes … if something similar to what happened in the Twin Towers in New York: no planes but with the same hatred.

One of them walks slowly, hand in hand with his son, and it is as though he was crossing those gigantic openings to which were reduced some of the most infamous concentration camps of Nazism.

One walks in silence and balance in the air feeling the endless pains that clutch his chest adhere to his heart. This is not for less. Here, in this country of Arroyo and Suipacha in Buenos Aires, 27 years ago, 29 lives are no more.

Twenty-seven years ago, 29 murders were committed in one second. Because everything took a second. The time it takes to blink hits the mbad murderers to end the lives of 29 people.

The Pentrita and TNT blew up the old house in the air and millions of pieces of the Israeli embbady flew like burned papers that then fell to dust and rubble to bury everything. Nobody understood why the world fell on these 29 human beings.

Who attributes the supernatural power to decide who must die and who does not die? Who are the terrorist fanatics who breathed forever the breath of 7 old ladies who survived their last days in the house next to the parish, in front of the embbady? Did you know that there were 200 boys in the school?

Did you know what killed the priest? Will they have conscience or hate, will they close their sensibility forever and turn them into robots, Taliban and armored?

It has been 27 years since Buenos Aires became Manhattan, Kabul, Atocha or Beirut. The heart of this city, unarmed and the guard down, was stabbed on the back.

It was the brutal announcement of all the terror that arose in an Argentina that would no longer be the same. Another announcement: Forgetting is the first step towards impunity and impunity is a tragedy that comes back.

Today, there is no one responsible. There are no culprits. Not an inmate or an index. Nothing but duel and mourning. The trial is as dead as those 29 people who killed the bomb.

We do not know but we suspect what kind of fascist bomb was used. But we know who killed the cause. Those who did not investigate. Those who treated the problem with apathy, neglect, contempt for pain, lack of political will and also – because not to say – with complicity.

But light will inevitably triumph over darkness. Just like 2000 years ago, when the Jerusalem Temple was destroyed and the seven-branch candelabrum remained intact.

Just like 27 years ago, when the walls of the embbady were built, the gigantic chandelier that illuminates the main hall remains intact. The miracles of light in its dual condition of giving life, giving birth and finding the truth, enlightening, enlightening something, discovering.

The hope of justice is the last thing lost. Meanwhile, tears of pain insist that our arms be tattooed like the cruel number of the holocaust.

– Dad, you stayed silent. Your eyes are wet. What were you thinking?
– No … nothing, my son. I thought if you understood why it's more than a square?
– Yes Dad. I think I understood: it's like a garden where memory grows. No?

That's exactly it. A garden of memory where life grows and where death and hatred are forbidden forever and forever … Amen.

"Betting on Education", by Alfredo Leuco