It's a shame that this fleet, with Greta Thunberg and Ada Colau on board, had to return to port due to rough seas, but a shipwreck wouldn't have been very edifying. It's understandable that they wanted the ship to appear in the photo, to try to stir consciences (a completely useless gesture), and that's why, I suppose, they didn't abort the mission from the beginning. The intention is good. The cause of Gaza is, at this moment, a planned genocide, effectively starving adults and children to death (I'm not mentioning animals because, unwittingly, I already know that the luckiest ones have been eaten, as in every place). Read it in the ARA, if you haven't already (this summer all my contacts' chats echoed it). the diary by Palestinian writer and translator Sondos Sabra.
But I don't think it's a good idea for this fleet, despite its good intentions, to have media activists on board, because it's hard to understand what they're doing. Ada Colau has the extremely strange virtue of remaining mayor. You take a taxi today and the driver, standing in front of some works by Collboni, exclaims: "Fuck Colau!" Whatever happens in Barcelona, it will forever be her fault. It's said that Greta Thunberg, that girl who wears a cap and braids, and who, with bloodshot eyes and between sobs, rebuked the leaders of the European Union, can sweep off her feet young people her age off their feet. It's not true. As every advertising creative knows, if you want to sell something to a ten-year-old, put a fifteen-year-old in the ad. And if you want to sell something to a fifteen-year-old, put a twenty-year-old in it. No girl Greta Thunberg's age wants to be Greta Thunberg except on Fridays, when she protested for the planet and skipped school, to the excitement of her parents and my astonishment.
