Over time, I’ve grown resentful of metaphors tying fascism to spectres. The ghosts of fascism. Il fantasma del fascismo. I hate the immateriality and elegance ghosts suggest, the haunted house charm.
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But where, and to whom?
I see the blindness around me growing again, I notice how women’s rights are being taken away, how Ustasha and Chetnik crimes from WWII are being relativized, how history is distorted in the name of religion and patriotism.
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Editorial: blind faith
Do you ever feel that the things you used to believe in are disintegrating before your very eyes? That belief systems turn out to be fake, or flawed? Do you ever feel as if you are living in a world where people put blind faith into ideas that are bound to disappoint them?
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Not permanent, but real: a conversation with Selva Almada
‘Charismatic and powerful men, at least in our societies, see their role as looking after their own interests rather than serving others. That’s how it is, and more and more so as neoliberalism takes hold of our governments.’
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Being both – a very personal revolution
In February, my Irish passport finally arrived. I opened it, read my name and beneath it, my nationality, or rather náisiúntacht. I was an Irish citizen now. I sat down on the stairs and cried.
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A new life
I became a mother when I was eighteen years old, and now I am twenty-one. I still feel like a child, one trapped in a strange and contradictory existence. I who can barely take care of myself – how could I have given birth to another life?
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