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De vrienden van het vastgoed

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“Daarom zou ik als uitsmijter - of, zo u wilt: als cliffhanger - een andere, niet vaak genoemde bron willen suggereren die we misschien maar beter kunnen laten opdrogen: de politieke partij. Hebben deze 'machines voor collectieve hartstochten', zoals Simone Weil ze noemt, hun langste tijd misschien gehad? Moeten we wellicht tot de conclusie komen dat partijgeesten en hun programma's ons voortdurend dwingen stelling te nemen en partij te kiezen en zo als splijtzwam fungeren - al helemaal in een tijd waarin beeldvorming allesbepalend is? Zijn er, zeker in digitale tijden en na het einde van de grote verhalen, geen harmonieuzere en effectievere manieren te bedenken om ons politiek te organiseren en engageren?”

“The thing that haunted me that day, however, as I closed my notebook and put my coat on to go home, was not my ghostly image of Dracula, or the description of impalement, but the fact that these things had- apparently- actually occurred. If I listened too closely, I thought, I would hear the screams of the boys, of the ‘large family’ dying together. For all his attention to my historical education, my father had neglected to tell me this: history’s terrible moments were real. I understand now, decades later, that he could never have told me. Only history itself can convince you of such a truth. And once you’ve seen that truth-really seen it-you can’t look away.”

“Autumn comes early to the foot of the Slovenian Alps. Even before September, the abundant harvests are followed by a sudden poignant rain that lasts for days and brings down leaves in the lanes of the village. Now, in my fifties, I find myself wandering that direction every few years, reliving my first glimpse of the Slovenian countryside. This is old country. Every autumn mellows it a little more, in aeternum, each beginning with the same three colors: a green landscape, two or three yellow leaves falling through a gray afternoon. I suppose the Romans - who left their walls here and their gargantuan arenas to the west, on the coast - saw the same autumn and gave the same shiver. When my father's car swung through the gates of the oldest of Julian cities, I hugged myself. For the first time, I had been struck by the excitement of the traveler who looks history in her subtle face.”

“Privindu-l pe cronicar, mila îmi creştea în suflet din nou, rămuroasă, deasă şi înfiorată ca un tufiş fabulos, înfigându-şi rădăcinile prin străfundurile întunecate ale amintirilor mele, prin acele straturi uitate, de omeneşti datorii, până în mâlurile lunecoase ale neputinţei şi resemnării, vârstate cu fluturii şi şerpii de lumină ai îndurării şi ruşinii.”