For a long while I stopped writing blogs as I only write them when I want to make a public appeal and as nothing went on I just took a long break.
But tonight I saw a great part of gaming: the friendships that bond around a game. The passion for that particular game create strong relationships that may last for long years. It is always a great thing and a moving moment to see at a LAN event two people getting together, meeting for the first time after changing tons of impressions before that.
But the dark contrast to all these pure feelings is the racism. I was shocked to read some occurrences while a plain and simple gather. I can not find any reasonable reason to hate a person just because he has a different skin color or just because hundred of years ago there were some pure political events.
While reading that a clear example came at the back of my head. A true friend of mine with a very powerful patriotic sense had a great thing against the Hungarian people and no matter how hard I tried to explain that those individuals had nothing to do with anything he didn't get it or most likely didn't want to.
An year after this the wonders of life took us to a small island, Malta located southern to Sicily, Italy. After a meeting with the president there we were amazed by the huge historical background of such a little place so we took a guide and went out to Valletta, the capital city. We found out a lot on how well all people can get together on such a small realm but my friend did not seemed impressed.
And than it stroke me: I took him by the hand and posing as immigrants we started asking people if we could get a job or if we could share the country with them. Each and every person there told us we are welcomed and helped us out, even inviting us to sit with them for a while until finding a place for ourselves. But not even this touched my friend.
We stopped at Mc's and got ourselves an ice cream and starting walking on a small isolated street. In front of us a painter who was gaining his food from the tourist's mercy was feeding a small black boy with his own food for the day. We approached and as we were starring astonished he looked at us and said: "Malta has enough for everybody."My friend froze and told me "How can he give away all his food just hoping to be able to buy some more if anyone buys a painting?". But the question that stroke me was "How can a country the size of my home city be so warm to totally strangers and how can they always welcome more people with their supplies so limited?"
So I ask you guys and ladies here: How can the world not be big enough for all of us to share if such a dot on the map can be more than enough for anyone?
I do hope you got the entire message of all this and that the next time someone you flagged as negro or jude or whatever just because he looked different is standing near you be sure to offer him your seat for all the times you even thought wrong of him.
"The world isn't black or white: it's both. Try to keep that in mind"