I'm not one for words nor do I pretend that I can fully understand the complicated situations that people go through in order to maintain their decency, freedom, culture, and human rights in the sure face of pure fascism.
I can understand music and what it can mean to a moment in time that is so important to maintaining all the ideas said above and, because I can understand the emotion behind this music. I can pretend to myself that I am actually apart of the struggle that was felt that time because I can pretend that I know what it is to truly be suppressed because, luckily I can sympathize and not have to empathize.
Lets not let history repeat itself.
End sap