It was a bright sunny day, almost national holiday. Not of course for the pupils of seniors years, when every school day counted as obnoxious obligation (Little do they know of the adult life and still crave for it rather stupidly!)
But for little ones, who went to school for the first time, it’s exciting day. We can never imagine, how much exciting.
And one can never see how much of “excitement” befell on those 200-something pupils in North Ossetia’s ordinary school, which became famous in a blink.
Would you be able to feel what they might be feeling at that very moment? What their relatives might be going through? Guess, no one really can. This is not an exciting game any more. Nor do those masked people joke when say they will kill the hostages. And those hostages – next door boys and girls, just those who came to their school to learn about the way our world is…
Sometimes I feel helpless anger. And an urge to be really rude and say to those, who amuse themselves playing with the ideas of murder, suicide, just to be seen cool, feel cool about them-insignificant-selves, to waste their time driven by the “cool” fashion:
if you wanna smell death that much, - go and change places with those kids in Chechnya, in Iraq, in Palestine, in many other countries, where no one wants to die, yet they have to in the name of someone else’s ambitions!
Frustration is not even the word strong enough. Who the hell has volunteered to deliver death to those who never placed an order?! Why it is not enough to sacrifice lives of those, who made a deliberate decision to fight and to die?
Why those who made a choice to die, take innocent with them?! What those Gods are thinking of, if they say - They supposed to exist?! Why – kids? In what's name?
We are so self-centred sometimes. We tend to think that we have so much pain and unbearable misery in our life because of broken promises, broken friendships, and broken hearts.
Not underestimating these loses here, but how about – broken lives? Broken in the way as in – FOREVER? Stopped. Seized. Broken future as in – NO FUTURE?! Closed eyes and not able to see the sun, to feel the rain on your skin, to watch little everyday’s wonders?
Who can stop the madness of the World and of the Mightiest of this World?!