I was in Congo in February, dancing and celebrating with women who've survived the destruction of their selves in literally unthinkable ways -- destroyed because other brutalized, psychopathic selves all over that beautiful land are fueling our selves' addiction to iPods, Pads, and bling, which further disconnect ourselves from ever feeling their pain, their suffering, their death.
Une isha ne shkurt ne Kongo duke kercyer e festuar me grate qe i kishin mbijetuar shkaterrimit te vetes se tyre ne menyra literale te paimagjinueshme shkaterruar per shkak te njerezve te brutalizuar dhe psikopate perreth gjithe asaj toke te bukur te cilit po nxitin varesite tona drejt iPod-eve, Pad-eve dhe bizhuve "te ndritshme", e qe me tutje shkepusin veten tone nga cdo menyre te te ndjerit te dhembjes se tyre, vuajtjes se tyre, vdekjes se tyre.