The war on Instagram

One month has passed since invasion of Ukraine. The Russian army is advancing, but much more slowly than Putin and his General Staff thought. The Ukrainians, defenders of their land, bravely resist the successive attacks of the aggressor. And although the bombs, cursed human creations, continue to fall on the cities, surrender, abandonment of home, is not even considered as a possibility.

The peace talks, so far, have failed. And while the ministers discuss, the deceased continue to increase. Kharkiv, Mariupol or Kherson have become large areas of ruins and kyiv and Odessa are expected to be the next to be punished. Thousands of families have lost their homes and everything they owned. They have packed their bags, stored the essentials in them and embarked on the path towards the unknown, towards pungent exile.

The world collapses. Civilization languishes. And the suffering, inherited from the weight of history, returns with strength and vigor to penetrate the depths of those who deludedly believed that the ghosts of war only lived in the memories of the old.

This hell, however, is indifferent to many, here and there. And although, like the exiles, they have shed tears, they have not been for the sadness of losing the home or the life of a son or a father. No. Their tears, transparent and salty, have fallen like waterfalls on their faces for very different reasons, unknown until recently. Trivial reasons typical of those who have never known horror.

This is the case of some Russian influencers, faced with the official banning of the Instagram social network by the country’s communications regulator, Roskomnadzor, which, before blocking access, granted Russian instagramers a 48-hour grace period to say goodbye of the platform.

Olga Buzova, With her 36 years as 36 soles, she recorded a video addressed to her 23.3 million followers in which she could be seen crying like a cupcake for seven long minutes. The Russian government’s decision, she said in a broken voice, “took the life out of her and took a big part of her heart and soul.” “I don’t know what the future holds,” she concluded morosely.

The misfortune, however, not only ended poor Olga’s virtual life, but also that of other “victims of the war” such as influencers Valeria Chekalina or Liza Lukasheva, that showed their martyrdom and misfortune through mournful yellow emoticons. Although the latter added a glimmer of hope to their statements, as they announced to their followers that they would continue fighting alongside them in the flowery fields of Telegram and other applications that have not yet been sullied.

Each madman with his theme wrote Joan Manuel Serrat. The problem is that the madness of some borders on inhumanity. And proof of this are the statements of these three people, so concerned about the self, about the excessive and always unjustified ego of many of those who inhabit the false and adulterated world of social networks, that they are already incapable of distinguishing true suffering. of the stage play.

Not only what is ingested or injected is a drug. Addiction can take other forms. We see it day after day in the media. Dozens of young people who live by and for their image on the web, who photograph their breakfast and their food, their vacations, their trips, their clothes or the absence of them, their relationships or the moment before going to sleep. And the cases of online harassment, the so-called bullying, which sometimes ends in tragedy.

already predicted it Ernesto Sabato when he spoke of the children who, sooner rather than later, would become future drug addicts, alienated children, sad children, children who tomorrow would be in the hands of psychoanalysts. The future, much to their regret, much to our regret, has arrived. Is today. And it is a future where the cult of self has replaced on many occasions the noble idea of ​​fraternity, which is nothing more than putting oneself in the place of one’s neighbor, of one who suffers.

The manifestations of the Russian influencers, as much as they lie about their soul, denote that they lack it. And although I have always been against the ban and, therefore, I have to criticize this measure, in this case it has not been the Russian government who, by its decision, has taken away their soul, since it is not possible to steal what is not exists.

Faced with the suffering of others, it is only possible to raise the solidarity flag. And we will know where to act because, minutes before, we will have heard the bombs fall.