My son occasionally tells me that he has had insomnia for days. Since he knows me as my son and knows that I am exceedingly talented, as the clowns on television say, I am a foreman who, without even looking up from the keyboard, gives him a lesson that begins by blaming almost everything. He interrupts me by saying that he’s just lost his sleeping position when it comes to climate change and when he stops disrupting his circadian rhythms with every goddamn clock change. Who lost the sleeping posture? This tall and handsome boy knows how to get a woman’s attention. I turned off the computer and threw the phone back at him, asking him to tell me more.
He told me that he has a sleeping position and I – who does not have a sleeping position! – and of course it’s not always the same – and I nodded as if I was one of those decoratives. the dogs they carry on the tray of the car and are as much a legacy of our culture as the flamenco on the television. What if it is mostly “turned towards the sarcophagus”; whereas, according to the seasons, while representing the posturitas and I felt that pinch of homesickness oh! -sigh- what was it like to sleep with a spoon? It seems that summer sleeps more on my stomach and on me than uh-huh, and the transition from one position to another happens naturally. In the same effortless way that the black swallows are back, it’s time to change the stance and instead now, for days… nothing, no way. Neither hugging the pillow like this, nor crossing the arm like that. Who knows where he lost his sleeping posture.
And I was answering him automatically because what happens to him with his sleeping posture happens when I’m careful too. It had been a while since I had my full attention here, and now it had flown away to other places where I lived, sleeping on an inflatable Decathlon cushion with blue dipinto di blu, and the down jacket as the sole pillow had strategically folded it over. title. And you fall asleep, of course you fall asleep! Because you have nothing else. But also because I have trapped children in my retina, whom I see living on the street, taking care of each other, sleeping under parked cars, accumulating their warmth by moving every time a new car arrives.
So, even as I say uh huh, climate change and circadian rhythms add one more answer at the bottom of my closet: perspective. From the privilege of returning to a hotel where you shower the entire room, sleep pampered by the viewpoint, a cloud of steam, and then the wonder of sinking your ear deep into a fluffy pillow. The point of view of those without a sofa, mattress, viscoelastic pad and a few memory foam pillows. Absolute poverty of those who don’t have because they don’t have… not even a sleeping position.
Do you remember the story of the Princess and the Pea? A queen wishes to marry her son, but no suitor agrees, until one wakes up with bags under her eyes, unable to sleep from the terrible discomfort of a pea hidden under the twelve mattresses of her bed. There the queen learns that she is a real princess – who else could be so sensitive? – and decides that she is the ideal one to marry her son. What can I tell you that the only noble thing I have is my intention? But for my son, I would prefer someone who can sleep in a third-rate car or in the ER, who will definitely be better prepared for life’s ups and downs. But back to the lack of perspective that threatens as much or more health as greenhouse gases and serotonin levels: as the streets of Paris burn over protests against Macron’s reform that raises the minimum retirement age from 62 to 64. they advocate the expulsion of Spain from the People’s Party to 70 years. The original idea belongs to former president José María Aznar, who received a lifetime salary of 80,000 euros. These days, they are adding to their long list of laws that will be repealed if they come to power, the latest pension bill—400,000 euros salaried—which was passed with the approval of the unions and without the approval of the CEOE, vehemently rejected by its president.
And as the Kellys claim power get early retirementMarga Prohens, head of Balearic PP, mocks the introduction of raised beds in the new Tourism Act, which reduces injuries to housekeepers by more than 50%, as it is unsustainable for a 67-year-old woman to sustain such a workload. saying this “The biggest bullshit in tourism policy in recent years.”
pea sound. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll close it now. I’m almost certain I heard a distant snoring sound. I think oh! -I sigh- my son finally found his sleeping position.