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Columns - Luna Park
by Alessandra Carnaroli




In the beginning he was a child.
Then they began to remove less important unnecessary parts like when
you cut the hair of barbies like of human silhouettes to cut out when you don’t know how to use scissors well.
You do it on a floor without anesthesia with the screams of Cicciobello baby bua. First you remove some fingers that in the end are extra we have ten for the record of western newspapers 20 including those of the feet then the arms and the legs until only the torso remains good for burning in fact many burned in the apartments together with the tablecloths the
blankets they warmed entire neighborhoods the whole city of Gaza.
In the beginning the child had a house a bed the little shelves on the wall with the books the wall the puzzles of the animals the stuffed teddy bear now also him in pieces. Then a tent shared with other adults and a lot of sand a woman giving birth on a carpet but then has no milk a sack of flour dirty with hair and blood various kinds of plastic.
In the beginning he was a dressed child then naked then in a bag closed like a candy no one feels like unwrapping it who knows what scent of banana of strawberry who knows how awful to see the eyes half open wondering what they saw last a piece of crumbled wall on the legs a shattered glass like a dream a scrap of black cloth like free palestine flag.
The mouth become big mouth one or two teeth just come out (not baby teeth that have been missing for months teeth from bread and water teeth from tear from gush of blood or other liquid that ignites).
In the beginning the child had breakfast lunch and dinner like in a hotel then only lunch then rice collected from the dust only dust without milk without cow or mother to milk in the beginning he sat at home or at school on special chairs even ergonomic then fleeing in line for aid then he skipped the line but in the air for the shock wave ended up on some shore washed up
like a dolphin the spine transformed into a fin two or three holes on the head like a blowhole for some strange radioactive mutation wanted by israel. In the beginning he was a child equipped with all comforts the lights in his eyes the air conditioning the sensor for reverse now however transformed into an old cart for transporting mattresses windows sacks of clothes and foodstuffs a sister a few years younger with a blond ponytail in the few hairs gathered like a little fountain even if water is missing the only thing that makes us remember her small just made brand new not so old as she seems because of the dirt of the dust that mixes with sweat drool crying makes a paste that fuck it you don’t eat. In the beginning he was a child now much thinner with protruding bones like windowsills the nipples are flowers the eyes bulging someone maybe removed some layers of skin like onions in fact now he always cries cries whoever is around him someone tries to give him a protein bar someone tries to sauté him (once again israel).
In the beginning he was a child who learned to take the first steps to run now he runs away like
a little hare they stop him only with rifles bombs tanks drone attacks they attach a tube to his nose when it goes well they operate on him in a corridor real not humanitarian -we don’t have any- they put two in an incubator like super offer meat on sale very tender before it rots before it becomes terrorist. In the beginning he was a child born by cesarean as they say emergency from mother already dead
You think what modern technology manages to do I mean war technology.
They say luckily the newborn survived just in time to end up under the next
collapse. In the beginning he was a child but maybe they are right now we have to understand how we can define him