Anonymous

Nota: Este archivo abarca los artículos publicados por el autor desde el 1 de junio de 2007. Para fechas anteriores realice una búsqueda entrecomillando su nombre.

‘I can neither work nor think about anything except my mother, all the defenceless Russian and Ukrainian people, and the Ukrainian and Russian soldiers.’ Photograph: Alex Brandon/AP

At work today, in Moscow, there was nothing else to talk about. We are in a state of shock, horror, despair, apathy – I don’t even know what we all feel now. The news agencies, most of which are government-sponsored, say that Putin did the right thing. They are trying everything to show us that Ukraine does not deserve to exist as an independent country. And they say that the Russian government did everything to stop Ukraine. But stop them from what? That is the question.

My family tree spreads across many countries including Russia and Ukraine. I don’t know what my national identity is.…  Seguir leyendo »

Ukrainian police inspect an area after an apparent Russian strike in Kyiv today. Photograph: Emilio Morenatti/AP

This morning everything has changed. Here in Russia, over images of tanks rolling into Ukraine, broadcasters tell us that our actions are a response to Ukrainian military aggression.

I spoke to my father recently about the conflict in Ukraine. Any situation that involves aggression, injustice or war worries me. My father, though, was angry and sharp. He believed everything the authorities were doing was right. According to him, Ukraine was built with Soviet money, and it belongs to Russia. If it is occupied, the Ukrainian people are simply being saved from their government. And Russia’s borders will be more secure.

My father is an educated person.…  Seguir leyendo »

‘We grow into adults and even then, from time to time, for no real reason, we find ourselves tormented by fear. It’s usually at night.’ Photograph: Velkol/Getty Images/iStock

This article contains depictions of physical abuse.

I am about to break a pact of silence, a pact that has long bound my family.

I am a child of domestic violence.

I write as an adult, and yet I speak in the present tense: I am – not I was – a child who grew up with domestic violence. One is a child of domestic violence for life, locked into that role in part by the unspeakable effects of a trauma that is there from the beginning, so that there is no before or after trauma, so that trauma is the kernel around which one develops from early infancy.…  Seguir leyendo »

Israeli army soldiers prepare to fire tear gas at Palestinian demonstrators during an anti-Israel protest over tension in Jerusalem, at the Qalandiya checkpoint between Ramallah and Jerusalem. Photograph: Abbas Momani/AFP/Getty Images

We are writing as Google and Amazon employees of conscience from diverse backgrounds. We believe that the technology we build should work to serve and uplift people everywhere, including all of our users. As workers who keep these companies running, we are morally obligated to speak out against violations of these core values. For this reason, we are compelled to call on the leaders of Amazon and Google to pull out of Project Nimbus and cut all ties with the Israeli military. So far, more than 90 workers at Google and more than 300 at Amazon have signed this letter internally.…  Seguir leyendo »

Taliban fighters patrol in Kandahar, Afghanistan. Photograph: EPA

I am an Afghan woman in my 20s, living in Kabul. I have five sisters. My oldest sister completed elementary school. The second one is a midwife, and my third sister is doing her PhD. My younger sister is a film-maker. And my youngest sister, she is a high school student and a member of a volleyball team. And I myself am doing my bachelor in one of Kabul’s universities. Although my parents are uneducated they have tried their best for their children to earn an education.

I have been working for a western NGO for two years advocating for women and working towards a stable, sustainable and equal society.…  Seguir leyendo »

When I was 13, my doctor sat me down and told me that I was HIV-positive. Sitting next to me, my mum was silent, in denial of the virus that she had unknowingly passed to me. People often say that when they discovered their HIV-positive diagnosis they thought they were going to die. Not me. I was numb, confused, but at 13, I didn’t know enough to be scared.

Within a year, I was very unwell in hospital. I wasn’t sticking to my HIV medication. With support from doctors and Teen Spirit, the group for teenagers run by HIV charity Body & Soul, I realised that I had to make a decision to stay healthy.…  Seguir leyendo »

Last month, while I was visiting my family in southeastern Afghanistan, my mobile rang. I didn’t dare answer it.

I recognised the number — it was a colleague I work with at the World Food Programme (WFP) office in Kabul — but I couldn’t risk being overheard speaking to her in English.

Most of my relatives in Paktia province don’t know that I work for the United Nations. I tell them I run a private business — the same story I give to my neighbours in Kabul. The truth could put us all in danger.

I’ve never programmed the numbers of my international colleagues into my mobile phone because I don’t want someone to find them there if I’m searched at a roadblock.…  Seguir leyendo »

We went today. All the routes were closed but we made it to about a half-mile away from Revolution Square. At every intersection they had riot police dispersing us, trying to make sure we wouldn't get through.

But we managed to get a little further. My guess is that I was among a crowd of 50,000 on the northern side of Enghelab Square. They were using water cannons at the gate of Tehran University.

They kept breaking us up. The regular riot policemen were generally okay but then riot police with army fatigues came and started beating people. They were hitting people on the head; one young woman's head was broken in front of us.…  Seguir leyendo »