ABSTRACT
A few years ago, when the High Commissioner for the United Nations coined the expression “the fatigue of compassion,” he was signaling a major turning point in the long trek of the human race. We had come to a new frontier, perhaps the ford of a river with no shores, and from which we have not yet found our way out. It is always more difficult to encounter compassion, to use leverage on truly human, personal feelings. Everything seems to be reduced to virtuality. The mass media throw us a tide of pain, with no faces, no names. It all appears in cartoon dimensions: the punches, the injuries seem to be fiction, a farce as in Tweety Bird and Sylvester the Cat.
