This to me is a perfect image of childhood: long lazy summer
afternoons filled with nothing but magic adventures. No responsibilities, no chores, no fear.
Nothing like the childhood of most children I encounter through my work.
People often tell me that children in the west are spoilt. “Vizziati” And it is true. But the bottom line is, I don’t know what
life is going to throw their way. I don’t know what things I wont be able to
protect them from, so I’m not about to go about making their life difficult
just for the sake of it. I’ll teach them values. I’ll try to teach them as much
as I can about the world, justice, and their debt for having been born privileged, on the right side of the fence. And I will let them enjoy their lazy long summer days in the sun. Let
it soak in their skin and their soul. They’ll at least have that when the rainy
days come.
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