You know this awful feeling.
The horrible experience of helpless consternation.
Being persecuted, haunted by the terrible developments and a sort of epileptic madness that has obviously seized all politicians and military involved in this war.
The expulsion of civilians from their homeland, the annihilation of life, habit, civilization and culture, the cynical manipulation of language and media and thus the radical questioning of the new Europe.
This you know.
This we all know.
We know war means failure.
War destroys humans and buildings, products of labor and achievements by challenging our way of life and the self-evidence of our culture.
It seems the intention is to distort our culture by banishing art to the periphery, thus depriving it of its cultural, social significance. There, art becomes static and no longer plays an active role in raising the consciousness of todays society.
Art has become more and more trivialized to an object of amusement that glosses over daily life.
And what about the artists?
And the people in the streets?
We all remained silent even when the use of force became more and more gruesome in Kosovo.
We also kept quiet when Western democracies executed a military spectacle against an entire nation unprecedented in history.
Dont you remember that awful feeling?
Do you feel better now?