Gil Mildar
As the song says, a Latin American with no money in his pocket.

Why I’m here

Writing is my petticoat, the way I’ve found to dress my ADD and dance with it in the ballroom of life. It was a slow learning process, almost a conquest. My shyness is like a river that runs underground, invisible but mighty, and that’s where the blog becomes my bridge, the way to cross into the world. There, I interact without noise at the pace my silence sets. I let the words fall like leaves in autumn, and nobody picks them up immediately; it’s a freedom that the immediacy of speech doesn’t give me. I converse with myself; I am both the echo and the voice, revisiting past days in search of the thread that sews me to the present. Those who know me understand that my words are a portrait I paint daily, a self-portrait that is never finished.

On the screens of others, I leave a bit of my Israeli soul, Latin, Jewish, humanist – a mosaic that reflects my momentary view of the world. I create dialogues with questions no one has asked, I express opinions no one requested, and in this innocent act, I root myself more deeply in the land I chose to be mine. This is my way of saying: I am here, I want to be part of it, I want to leave a mark that is not just a shadow that passed. It is my way of interfering in the world, of dialoguing with it without exposing myself to its gazes.

In this universe I created to survive, the theme matters the least. I write. I write as if wanting nothing, as if I could have made this a profession, but now I want to be a man who left the war behind. Yet, who can abandon the pen when it calls? I see myself in the mirror of letters and feel better, wiser, more just. I allow myself the luxury of having solutions to all of Israel’s dilemmas as if I held some ancient secret.

I am made of vanities, like everyone, but I learned to find my greatest joy in the figure of the other. The one who is not me but who, through my texts, gains voice and space. I represent the other; I speak through them, and somehow, I find myself richer, more complete. I am the other, and the other is me, on this stage of letters where each sentence is an act of resistance and every period is a new beginning.

About the Author
As a Brazilian, Jewish, and humanist writer, I embody a rich cultural blend that influences my worldview and actions. Six years ago, I made the significant decision to move to Israel, a journey that not only connects me to my ancestral roots but also positions me as an active participant in an ongoing dialogue between the past, present, and future. My Latin American heritage and life in Israel have instilled a deep commitment to diversity, inclusion, and justice. Through my writing, I delve into themes of authoritarianism, memory, and resistance, aiming not just to reflect on history but to actively contribute to the shaping of a more just and equitable future. My work is an invitation for reflection and action, aspiring to advance human dignity above all.
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