Scatterbrainy

This blog has been spared from my political engagements, zealous opinions and commentaries on the world around me. The headline says philosophy from the junkyard of my mind and perhaps it's time I left that junkyard,
that narcissistic playingfield where I've dwelled for years now. Word-inflation, thought-stagnation
Well, I do have new thoughts. Plans, dreams and projects to be realized.

Western Sahara is one of thouse thoughts.
These three courageous young women in the picture are Saharawis. They spend their time fighting for a freedom that is obvious to most, except to the ones who have the power to grant them it.
Morocco has been occupying Western Sahara since the 1970s and the people are split up between the occupied areas and large refugee camps in Tindouf, Algeria. The EU systematically allows European companies to access fish from the occupied areas through a vague fishing agreement with Morocco that makes no mention of Western Sahara and thus provides no protection.
The Saharawis have to watch their land being stripped of all its resources even before they've seen their freedom.
The UN have seemingly given up on any sort of reconciliation between Saharawi and Moroccan demands.

So, what remains?
A warm, passionate people determined to fight til the end.
A people that have set up their own administration, their own parliament in the midst of a refugee camp outside of their own territory. Young boys and girls growing up with the dream of being the generation that will experience freedom. The simple freedom of having your own country. A country they have a right to.
These people are not looking for a better future somewhere else, they do not want to escape or try their luck in another country. They want to stay, despite all the hardship.
They stay for their country and their people. And it is the duty of the world to make their courage known.