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  • Hardcover
  • 117
  • The Optician of Lampedusa
  • Emma Jane Kirby
  • English
  • 01 June 2019
  • 9780241295281

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review The Optician of Lampedusa õ PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB Free read É PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB · Emma Jane Kirby From an award winning BBC journalist this moving book turns the testimony of an accidental hero into a timeless story about the awakening of human courage and conscience 'I can hardly begin to describe to you what I saw as our boat approached. The most important book I read this year I did cry all the way through it but I am glad I read it

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review The Optician of Lampedusa õ PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB Free read É PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB · Emma Jane Kirby Eported extensively on the reality of mass migration today In The Optician of Lampedusa she brings to life the moving testimony of an ordinary man whose late summer boat trip off a Sicilian island unexpectedly turns into a tragic rescue missio. A true story written by a BBC reporter trying in any way possible to draw attention to something the lucky only care about if it inconveniences them huge numbers of our fellow humans currently dying in desperate dangerous flailing attempts to reach livable situations habitable countriesThis Normal Italian Optician goes for a sail with his wife and 6 others at the end of the summer Sweet Not when the gulls crying aren t gulls but hundreds of drowning Eritreans less than a km off the coast of his home They manage to save 47 people all but one of them males The remaining almost 300 people died For this man his wife and 6 friends what had been an abstraction perhaps even a bother suddenly became the most intense human moments of their livesHe lived acute human misery in the eyes held it in his hands felt the desperation of life lost and barely saved against his chest the burning tears that never stop And because his heart was open he was changedWhat would the world be like if folks could get it without developing PTSD which of course he and his wife and friends didPrior to this day He had always been a man who had been confident about where he was going a man sure of himself and his decisions I have always thought of this as the Invictus conceit of the EuroUS white man My father who I adored had a severe case of this I am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul Yeah maybe a little if you are rich and powerful you can pretend thatBut it is a delusion only allowed those cis white men womb lottery winners who believe that they are in control in direct contradistinction to the fact that the earth is a speck of random matter crashing through space only held in tenuous orbit by the physical pull of a star that will die as assuredly as we will News flash Big Guys whether taken down by the shift of a tectonic plate or the change in a viral nucleoid you will be outta here Zuck Bezos Bloomberg Trump Boris J you could stop the pain See belowThe Optician he dhad his own moments of pain but he had had no idea that such profound depths of sorrow existed He could never imagine feeling such an acute sadness again Later that day the police diver found the body of a young woman wedged into the prow of the ship clutching a bundle of rags When the rags were pulled from her the cloth had fallen away to reveal a tiny baby boy still attached to his mother by the umbilical cord And the Optician realizing his naivet thought there would always be greater sorrow deeper and unfathomable than any of us could ever imagine Beautifully written And true But that sorrow does not need to be so inevitably wide and huge and deep and endlessly long and spread across continents and peoples who were never to blameThere are those who have the power and the resources to make it so much better or in some cases even make it stop No cages for children on the southern border of the USA Easy peasy The myopic world was a softer one What a ripping line for an opticianSelective MyopiaIsn t that why so many people in wealthy countries imagining themselves ourselves worthy of comfortable lives choose to ignore the majority of the world who live and die in struggle and discomfort But really who wants to look farther than they need to I mean beyond the closest Dunkin Donuts Perhaps that s why MediCare MediCaid don t provide vision coverage I am particularly snarky today If Bernie doesn t win i may snark myself into oblivionA misanthropically myopic character the Optician must serve in his clinic shop is an Italian pissed about the migrants effect on business Not our problem What s it got to do with us What have any of these people got to do with us It becomes so much harder to tolerate the hateful once you know Once the Optician knows Once he had held these people to his chest After he has cried without end with these people about all of our lost babies It was just that sometimes he wished that his head could be still again the way it had been before they took the boat trip Before he knewToday 2 March 2020 Greek soldiers killed two migrants and wounded a third to prevent their entry and a child died when an overstuffed boat overturned trying to reach a Greek island

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review The Optician of Lampedusa õ PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB Free read É PDF, eBook or Kindle ePUB · Emma Jane Kirby The source of that terrible noise I hardly want to You won't understand because you weren't there You can't understand You see I thought I'd heard seagulls screeching Seagulls fighting over a lucky catch Birds Just birds' Emma Jane Kirby has r. He could not ignore the fact that the waving hands had always been visible to him They had waved in the water yes but they had also waved from the reception centre from the church steps and from the roadside where he had jogged past them blindly They had waved from the newspaper columns and from the television screens where he had filtered them out and switched them off They had always been in his line of vision and he had chosen not to see themOn the way home he crossed over the road to pause at the migrant boat graveyard where a flotilla of wooden cadavers lay marooned on the gravel their hulls splintered with unsightly wounds The worn out vessels were lying heavily on their sides as if in a gesture of surrender He winced as he looked at them For how many years now had desperate people washed up here drained of every last drop of their strength He clenched his jaw And how many smashed wrecks would it take before Europe stopped debating and instead agreed to do something