Transition from childhood to maturity a long, quiet journey, with the exception of the vast majority of this planet, where it was produced by surviving, almost at the time of birth. As with most of the currently well-off Western society, this process is lived among the cottons, almost perfectly in the mid-thirties of mental maturity.
Regardless, on this journey, books, films, as well as the experiences, conversations, moments and people necessary to ignite the fire of adulthood, as well as art, always accompany us… I was around 1989. saw one of those movies that made me ‘old’ or at least they made me ask my first questions about identity, history, secrets, attachments, who knows, the truth of things and people. I was 13 years old when I watched Costa-Gavras’ ‘Jukebox’, an almost unbreakable love story between a daughter. Jessica Langeand her father, an old man in disguise, lovingly caring for his grandson as he carries a terrible secret.
Since 1989 and I’m assuming many of you have had plenty of time to see it, I’ll save myself the trouble of this type of question to delve deeper into the subject: How hard it is to know if we are capable of forgiving Someone we love who commits a crime. What if my father killed someone in the past? If you did it for political reasons or just out of hatred, would you change anything? What if my mom stole your sister? What would you think if I took everything from you and condemned you to poverty? What if my brother I would rat on a neighbor Would he have been shot before and after the oppressive authorities? These things happen and always have been, for the integrity of your life is only fully understood by the owner who lives it.
No matter, I was thinking about all this the other day. watching infanta Elena hugging his father and kneeling, Juan CarlosOn his return to Spain after two years on the run stole a lot of money from the public coffers people who should set an example. Give an example because basically, at least if they’re feeding you like grandma used to say, be grateful and don’t go to the closet on your own and throw everything away. Elena’s elderly father was a tax evader, taking advantage of a position he had as a result of centuries of legacy, with the approval of many Spaniardsand about the memory buried in the groove of thousands of others. Elena’s father did ugly things. Many. He treated his citizens as vassals, greed beat itHe took advantage of his situation to become unlawfully rich, and only the fact that his figure was ‘untouchable’ – which is not so – saved him from being held accountable before the law.
But I understand, Elena, you see, I’m so glad to see your fatherlimping on the plane. I understand this because the pain of waking up is so intense that if you pretend to wake up, your whole life will be turned upside down. Say goodbye to childhood, privileges, everything paid, living at the expense of others, doing nothing, being admired, walking on the carpet all the time, your children mixing with the ‘elite’ even without education, endless visas. Goodbye to all this and welcome to real life. This is not real. And that’s the cost. I understand Elena. Better, much better, keep sleeping.
Source: Informacion
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