It doesn’t feel right. No. It doesn’t feel right to think only about my projects and turn my eyes away from horror. I fear that, if I do, I will end up forgetting the people of Palestine and all those other peoples who suffer the consequences of the modern world. Western societies are responsible for these dishonest actions against Palestine. And I myself feel, even, guilty of belonging to a European country that has always wanted to lecture others on human rights —but now, who the hell will listen to it?—.
I feel guilty for looking at images of dismembered children, of death and blood, and then being able to switch my mindset and go on with my own things. But the truth is that I can’t. I fail to concentrate. I pick up my pen and fill page after page with thoughts and ideas... Writing is therapeutic, just like photography. If I didn’t do it, I would implode.
I see two options. The first: to forget that a genocide is being perpetrated right now and take refuge in my own reality. Supposedly, that way I would have a free mind to work. The second: to be aware that having projects is a luxury and that, in the face of the massacre carried out by the State of Israel against the Palestinian people, those projects cannot be a priority. And this anxiety follows me every single day, week after week. I am fully aware that, while I sleep peacefully in my bed, in silence, people are being killed in the most barbaric and despicable way.
The first option is unviable. It would mean renouncing humanity, and without humanity life makes no sense. I, who celebrate each day being alive and being able to enjoy what I have, can only choose the second path. Life is a road full of contradictions that we must learn to fit together. But if we hold on to fundamental values, to the rights that belong to us as free human beings, then our inner debates can bring us knowledge, forgiveness, and wisdom.
That is why I know I will keep spending some nights awake, getting up to write in my notebook. Rereading the texts from previous days reminds me that feeling afflicted by injustice is a noble sentiment. And it is a sentiment I never want to lose.
** Photo: Montblanc wall, Catalonia. August 19, 2025.
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