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“Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty<\/a>: that, one magical day, good<\/a> luck<\/a> will suddenly rain down on them \u2013 will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn\u2019t rain down, yesterday, today, tomorrow or ever. Good luck doesn\u2019t even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day on their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms. The nobodies: nobody\u2019s children<\/a>, owners<\/a> of nothing. The nobodies: the no-ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life<\/a>, screwed every which way. Who are not, but could be. Who don\u2019t speak languages, but dialects. Who don\u2019t have religions, but superstitions. Who don\u2019t create art<\/a>, but handicrafts. Who don\u2019t have culture<\/a>, but folklore. Who are not human beings<\/a>, but human resources. Who do not have faces, but arms. Who do not have names, but numbers. Who do not appear in the history<\/a> of the world, but in the crime reports of the local<\/a> paper<\/a>. The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.”<\/p>\n aus: Eduardo Galeano, Nobodies\/1, The Book of Embraces, 1989, im Internet<\/a><\/p>\n