We have narrated Garissa. We have transmitted an idea, In general homogeneous, What has been happening these days. But Garissa is more, There is beyond that narrative that we have sent to the world.
The media have basically moved between the university where the tragedy happened, The hospital where they attended the victims, The military camp where the survivors were until last Saturday and the hotel. We have interviewed the same students, that have told again and again the same stories: You will have all read at this point full of morbid details such as the student who had to camouflage between the bodies of his dead classmates; The story of the girl who hid on the university roof and remained there, hypoglycemic, Until they found her two days later; The man who listened to how the terrorists laughed from the Kenyan government, etc..
We have photographed the same military and we have interviewed the owners of the small businesses that are right next to the campus. We have heard for a few minutes the statements of the governor of Garissa and we have taken it seriously. And we have told. And we have told you: What you are reading is Garissa.
But, friends. Garissa is also what we have not counted.
It's that selling military information for a small fee, without any shame. Or unscrupulous professionals who photographed the bodies of the deceased and sold the photos without thinking about the families of these boys.
The media have been gathering to talk to the weakest survivors, pushing each other to be able to listen to his story, and ask questions of the type: «What did you feel when you see your friend die?"Or" What does it feel like to be the only survivor in your room?». There, Filling of humanity and empathy, yes sir.
It has been the decision to publicly show the bodies, already in the process of decomposition, of terrorists, justifying it in the attempt to make a public identification of the bodies, when the only reason was to show the city the power of the Kenian security forces. As if killing terrorists had been a triumph. As if it had been a failure for terrorists to have been killed.
No one has told that the military feared until the same Saturday that there were terrorists inside the university.
No one has said that there were members of Al Shabaab walking before the noses of the security forces that monitored the entrance to the campus. «If you want to end the Shabaab they will have to arrest the entire city, And they have no evidence to do that », They said smiling. Every time a car full of armed military looked at them altar, as saying: «We are here, We are still here, We are looking at you ».
Garissa is also Aisha, A Somali woman to which the Kenyan police arrested and mistreated because her brother -in -law was suspected of belonging to the terrorist organization.
They are also merchants who just want to live in peace.
And the students who were training to be Kenya's future.
That Garissa is not, For those who think about it from afar, A single truth. That Garissa is more than a narrative. Look beyond the rugged details, A look out of the wounds and ask what is behind, who, because, How has it happened. In the conformis con lo that we count them. There is always more.
