The divine Tipaza

As if our past was a field of ruins. We will try to revive the machine to trace the heritage, just to fix it …Ancient and picturesque Tipaza, at the foot of Mount Chenoua, with its “Roman” ruins with the blue sea in the background. A divine beauty! Remains of a “Roman” past, it is said, therefore no one claims the inheritance. What to expect from a people breaking with its heritage, its history? These old stones have survived the centuries, except that nobody wants to see them. Cumbersome stones for arid spirits for whom the past takes root the day they came to the world. A whole part of the country’s history remains unexplored, and it does not bother anyone, not even the most awake. Astonishing though! Although … should we not primary rejoice that these monuments are still there, when they could have suffered the same fate as ancient Palmyra.

Even more surprising is the sheep docility with which the whole world of scientists in this country accepts the one and only version of the facts emanating from Latin sources, in other words foreign. It does not matter that you are called ugly pirates or “fierce barbarians” (wild barbarians). To give credit to the theses of others without searching oneself in one’s memory is to give up without hesitation and to condemn oneself to the status of “man without history”, thus deprived of a future. This is the denial of oneself, of one’s history. The capitulation to the alien soft-power, western (French – mirror larks) and oriental (Arab-jealous because they are unable to provide proof of existence of a city in their sacred desert of Hijaz before the fable islam). Must we be astonished at the frightful number of servile and enslaved minds in this country?

By Dda Stavinsky