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Sometimes I think about the fact that we don’t choose which country we’re born in, or which family…we don’t choose the color of our hair, the color of our eyes or the color of our skin…It’s like there’s a wide variety of colors and shapes and figures and we just get one when we come to this world.
I was a soul born white but I could easily be born black. I would still be the same soul only with a different skin color. And I wonder, how would or could this simple, random difference have changed my life up to this day? I mean, even if I had it all, wouldn’t there be at least one stupid person to treat me a bit different at some point of my life?

I don’t know if you feel me and maybe I sound like a 6 year old kid, but do you get it how simple it is or better, how simple it should be? The existence of racism in this world is enormously absurd anyway, but it becomes even more absurd if you think about how randomly life picks the physical traits for our souls to be born with...How easily a white racist could, let's say, have been born black?!

I watched the film “Glory Road” earlier – in case you don’t know it, this film is about the first *Black* College Basketball team in the USA - and I felt all these feelings of frustration, anger and satisfaction (in the end) again. But in this kind of movies, there are “clouds” covering catharsis because what you watch is true, has happened and in some cases it still does…And for no logical reason at all. At least it’s inspiring to see that in all times there are sane people who manage to make a difference in this insane world! ;)