Over time I have become a somewhat unsociable guy. I have never gotten along well with so much social protocol, planned pantomime, container of agitated consciences, but, I certainly cannot find "my place". We are prepared to perpetuate a misunderstood collective resignation that smells of submission. Thinking outside the established margins is not forgiven (perpetual chain). The references were wrong. The relations of vassalage never disappeared. You have to fulfill the tasks entrusted in a society that is increasingly unequal and intolerant of poverty... Meanwhile, the rich get richer. And the poor, well that... Concepts such as uprooting, exclusion, marginalization, etc., are only harmful effects of the failure of community coexistence. Excuses abound... The words that spoke of hope were carried away by the elusive wind... And the sun scorched them. After the "great" storm, they will offer us a reconstruction where, basically, the same old people will come out well. They never lose, they become even bigger in the haze of uncertainty... You can't stop the inevitable.
Anyway...! Tomorrow the sun will rise again.
Agustín García Acosta. Social worker
