EZLN Communique, (Durito to Brescia) Aug 27 (English)

Harry M. Cleaver hmcleave at mundo.eco.utexas.edu
Mon Sep 11 09:42:45 MDT 1995


This posting has been forwarded to you as a service of Accion Zapatista de Austin.

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Date: Sat, 9 Sep 1995 00:03:31 -0500
From: CECILIA RODRIGUEZ <moonlight at igc.apc.org>
To: Multiple recipients of list <ncdm-usa at mcfeeley.cc.utexas.edu>
Subject: (Fwd) Marcos' message to sympathizers in Brescia, Italy

La Jornada, September 4, 1995

The divisions by countries, only to typify the "contraband."
Letter of Don Durito, with story included.

ZAPATISTA ARMY OF NATIONAL LIBERATION, MEXICO
August 27, 1995

To the men and women in solidarity with Chiapas, Mexico, meeting
in Brescia, Italy

To the peoples of the world:

From: Don Durito de la Lacandona, Mexico.De:

Brothers (and Sisters):

Don Durito of The Lacandona, knight-errant, undoer of wrongs,
restless dream of females, aspiration of males, last and greatest
exemplary specimen of this race that made humanity great with such
collosal and selfless feats, beetle and warrior of the moon,
writes to you.

I have ordered my loyal squire, the one you call "SupMarcos," that
he send you a greeting in writing with all the requirements
deserved by today's diplomacy, excluding the rapid intervention
forces, the economic programs and the capital flights.
Nevertheless, I want to write to you some lines with the only end
of contributing to enlarge your spirit to inundate in your minds
the good and noble thoughts. That is why I send you the following
story-tale that for sure is full of rich and various feats. The
story forms part of the collection "Stories for a Night of
Asphyxiation" (of improbable near publication) and it's called:
The History of the Little Mouse and the Cat.

There once was a little mouse who was very hungry and wanted to
eat a little cheese that was in the tiny kitchen of the small
house. And then the little mouse went very decidedly to the tiny
kitchen to grab the little cheese, but it happens that a little
cat came accross the path and the little mouse became very
frightened  and run away and was not able to to get the little
cheese from the tiny kitchen.  Then the little mouse was thinking
of what to do to get the little cheese from the tiny kitchen and
he thought and he said:

__ I know, I am going to put a small plate with a little milk and
the little cat is going to start drinking the milk because little
cats like very much the little milk. And then, when the little cat
is drinking the milk and is not noticing, I am going to the tiny
kitchen to grab the little cheese and I am going to eat it. Veeery
good idea-- said the little mouse to himself.  And then he went to
look for the milk but it turns out that the milk was in the tiny
kitchen and when the little mouse wanted to go to the kitchen the
little cat came across his way and the little mouse was very
frightened and ran and could not get the milk.  Then the little
mouse was thinking of what to do to get the milk in the tiny
kitchen and he thought and he said:

__ I know, I am going to throw a little fish very far away and
then the little cat is going to run to go eat the little fish
because little cats like very much the little fish. And then, when
the little cat is eating the little fish and is not paying
attention, I am going to go to the tiny kitchen to grab the little
cheese and I am going to eat it.  Veeery good idea--said the
little mouse.

Then, he went to look for the little fish but it happened that the
little fish was in the tiny kitchen and when the little mouse
wanted to go to the tiny kitchen, the little cat came across his
way and the little mouse became very frightened, and ran away and
could not go to get the little fish.

And then the little mouse saw that the little cheese , the milk,
and the little fish, everything that he wanted were in the tiny
kitchen and he could not get there because the little cat would
not allow it. And then the little mouse said "Enough!" and he
grabbed a machine gun and shot the little cat and he went to the
tiny kitchen and he saw that the little fish, the milk, and the
little cheese were already rotten and could not be eaten. And then
he returned where the little cat was and cut it in pieces and then
he made a great roast and then invited all his friends and they
made a party and ate the roasted little cat and they sang and
danced and lived very happily. And history started...

This is the end of the story and the end of this letter.  I remind
you that the divisions between countries only serve to typify the
crime of "contraband" and to give sense to wars. Clearly there
exists at least two things that are above borders: the one is the
crime which is disguised as modernity and distributes misery on a
world scale; the other is the hope that shame exists only when one
fumbles a dance step and not every time we look in the mirror. To
end with the first and to make the second one flourish we only
need to struggle and to be better. The rest follows on its own and
is what ususally fills libraries and museums. It is not necessary
to conquer the world, it is sufficient to make it anew...

Vale. Health and know that for love, a bed is only a pretext, for
dance, a tune is only an adornement. And for struggle, nationalism
is merely a circumstantial accident.

>From the mountains of the Mexican Southeast.

Don Durito of The Lacandona, Mexico, August, 1995.

P.S. Excuse the lack of abundance in these letters.  It happens
that I have to hurry up my expedition to invade Europe this
winter. How do you feel about a landing for the next January
1st?.

(translated by Eduardo Vera, member National Commission for
Democracy in Mexico, USA) moonlight at igc.apc.org





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