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All of my hopes <strong>for</strong> the future from this<br />

perspective seem to be an illusion. They<br />

seem to be a remote reality, almost impossible,<br />

almost unrealistic. And what is next? I<br />

still live in the present, and though I am<br />

young, my attitude <strong>for</strong>ces me to create ideas<br />

<strong>for</strong> myself and <strong>for</strong> the future. But what is<br />

the reality? Can we create the future by ourselves?<br />

Un<strong>for</strong>tunately others do that <strong>for</strong> us.<br />

Others decide on our future. Others have<br />

taken the right to destroy our youth, our<br />

happiness, to determine our path. And<br />

where that path leads to, they do not know.<br />

Have we reached <strong>for</strong> the future of those<br />

who reach <strong>for</strong> our youth now? Who will<br />

inherit the future if our generation takes the<br />

path to self-destruction or if we seek happiness<br />

outside the borders of our country?<br />

You will not find the future if you dial 0500,<br />

the future is within every young person.<br />

(The author is a senior<br />

at the Law Faculty)<br />

To be an optimist? I can still do it!<br />

54<br />

We understand the language of hate, but we do not speak<br />

that language, nor do we want to learn it<br />

Sead Dzhigal<br />

When we are asked, "How<br />

do you, the young people, see<br />

your near future-your tomorrow<br />

that's coming up? What do you<br />

expect your life with others to<br />

be like?" We simply stop and<br />

respond to the elders, Please,<br />

gentlemen, we never learned<br />

that lesson and we cannot<br />

respond to those questions!<br />

Only until yesterday the socalled<br />

others were not the others.<br />

They were us. Until yesterday,<br />

when we were starting a<br />

conversation with somebody,<br />

we did not ask, "What are<br />

you?" If we liked a girl, we did<br />

not wonder, "Is she maybe one<br />

of them?" When we made our<br />

teams to play basketball we<br />

never cared about the identity,<br />

when we shopped at the market<br />

we never asked whose kiosk<br />

that was… That's how it was<br />

yesterday, that's how it will be<br />

tomorrow. If we make it<br />

through today.<br />

It is true that young people<br />

are as confused as everyone<br />

else. It is also true that many of<br />

us, not expecting what happened,<br />

have positioned ourselves<br />

one against the other in a<br />

wicked manner of mutual<br />

hatred. It is also true that reason<br />

has the right to speak after irrationality<br />

gets tired. But please,<br />

why should we fail that exam?<br />

We understand the language of<br />

hate, but we do not speak that<br />

language, nor do we want to<br />

learn it. Hate is a feeling that<br />

denigrates both the subject and<br />

object of the hatred. Hatred is<br />

only a trans<strong>for</strong>mation of feelings<br />

of ignorance and fear of<br />

knowing the other. And we do<br />

not consider ourselves ignorant<br />

or afraid, closed or speechless.<br />

It is illogical <strong>for</strong> us to sit in<br />

front of the computer and to<br />

communicate with people hundreds<br />

or thousands of miles<br />

away from us, and at the same<br />

time not to communicate with<br />

our neighbours, colleagues,<br />

partners, friends. That simply<br />

cannot be. We refuse to take<br />

part in that soundless, black and<br />

white movie of hatred. A movie<br />

of the destruction and horror of<br />

human existence. We want to<br />

eliminate that temptation and<br />

we want to spare our children<br />

from it. We want to erase it<br />

without bothering to send it to<br />

the recycle bin.<br />

Youth and crisis, October 2001

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