An excerpt from the Preamble:
at this moment amid history’s wind and dust
We know nothing about ourselves
We who come here from every country, church and slum, nooks and crannies,
We in Europe, we leave the mountains, visit the valleys, approach the villages,
Get lost in cities.
We, yes, all of us, we entreat the citizens, listen, please, listen,
Now hear the worries, the fires, the snows of our stories.