Micas and the Danger of the Far RightMonsters dont just grow in silence. Sometimes they take root in the soft whispers of deceitful words, in the subtle seduction of comfortable speeches and in polished phrases that hide rusty blades. Micas didnt know it yet, but on that quiet night, under the spectral light of the television flashing in a restless cadence, one of the many human abysses that history insists on repeating was being drawn. The words, which at first meant nothing more than a