Who are they, I always ask myself… Who are they, really?
I visit Europe’s cultural centers at least twice a year; be it France, Italy, Switzerland, Austria, England or Germany, I like to travel the Western European nations, in both winter and summer.
But, as I see them in the gorgeous surroundings of their pristine Alps and green pastures, sipping wine or beer with their cheese and cured meat boards, soaking in that perfect Alpine sun, I can’t help but wonder how the grandfathers and grandmothers of the people serving me my coffee and blueberry pie, participated in the most atrocious and barbaric wars the modern world has ever seen.
How can these cultural centers, dressed in the finest garments to watch operas and symphonies, in love with nature and the quiet life, bomb each other without mercy between 1914 and 1918, and then take further vengeance against each other between 1939 and 1945, resulting in the death of more than 100 million human beings on the battlefields and culminating in the decision to drop two nuclear bombs on civilians in August 1945?
Who are they, the Europeans, who drove some of the people to the brink of such desperation that many went in search of the new world in the United States of America, willing to risk everything in the dangerous voyages of the Atlantic, just to escape monarchial rule?
I sat in the Swiss Alps just one week ago, looking at the dramatic Matterhorn and thought to myself, how can these peaceful hikers and skiers, who say hello to you when you pass them by, eating their sandwiches and never willing to give up their 2 PM siestas, be able to use torches and burn each other like in WW1 or be able to fight each other to the
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