Walls against migration, think if we did it too, says one of the two.
It would be a disgrace, says her friend. But you know the craziest thing?
What is?
It's all a tragic, ridiculous and dull waltz, just a dance.
Of different, yet equal, time and melodies.
Once they build walls, with unwavering firmness and deep fear.
And afterwards they shoot down them, with as much vigor and pride. Certain to be at least better than the evil ancestors.
Once they massacre entire populations with unspeakable cruelty.
And afterwards they condemn even those who dare to be not ashamed of this common stain on history.
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