Resistance, by Julian Fox

One must learn resistance. It does not go nor stay, it only learns resistance. I think about these lines that my father could not think of, lines written at that time, lines he lacked. I think about my father's condition in the last secret meeting he was able to attend, calm among passionate fighters, distracted from the noise of voices. We resist. And is resistance accepting calamities bravely, and remaining silent about daily destruction, and accepting the destruction of those close to us? And is resistance enduring the fall of others while standing, and for how long, until the stems collapse? Does resistance mean struggling despite clear defeat, and shouting despite hoarseness, and insisting despite the weakness of will? One must learn how to resist, but resistance does not mean ever surrendering to a known fate, nor does it mean submitting to an unavoidable future. Doesn't learning resistance mean knowing how to ask yourself? Number of pages: 205