Helpless, exposed to all risks, subjected to the insecurity that overwhelms us, waiting for a blow, an attack, bad news; anxious because there is no certainty, because rights have become a daily lie and an unbearable mockery, and institutions an empty platitude. Because the state is useless, because the National Assembly is a place where all kinds of calculations and interests, except social ones, are nested. Because justice is a rare thing, an endless procedural tunnel full of surprises. Because the Executive, obviously, lives in another world, does not connect with reality and does not assume that the Republic falls into a vortex before the fearlessness of some and the fear of others.

Stuck in heavy traffic. Helpless because there is no police in sight, because just around the corner there are tribes of robbers. Because after the pandemic, we have to accept a new prison, now because of fear. Helpless because there is no one to trust, nor theses that can be saved from the universal shipwreck of truth, because politics is a comic book, and the Republic is a story, because news about corruption does not stop, and episodes of liveliness spread like the stale air we breathe. Because there is no sense, no prudence.

I wonder, out of helplessness, what is the purpose of this mastodon that is the State? Why do we pay taxes if there is no compensation to account for this unjustified appropriation of our resources? How to justify the huge apparatus of bureaucracy? How to believe the speech of the candidate for everything and the far-fetched arguments of the assemblyman? How can we trust politics, if its legitimacy is dramatically denied every day, if violence is an episode every hour? How can I trust you, President; how to trust you, assemblymen; How can we trust the leaders of all functions, if we note with anxiety the futility of their efforts?

Why do we pay taxes if there is no compensation to account for this unjustified appropriation of our resources?

I would like to believe them, because it is about my country, our space and our home. But it is impossible for his speeches to restore trust. I don’t believe them. There is no valid explanation when security is allowed to die out, when institutions become ruins that overshadow what was once the dream of a Republic. There is no possible justification if the state does not respond to the only thing that explains its existence: serving the community and each person, respecting rights, a minimum guarantee of a safe and reasonable life to work and, if possible, to prosper.

When I listen to them, it seems to me that we see things from irreconcilable perspectives. My country is not made of power, it is not marked by political programs, it does not respond to polls or calculations. It is made of work, freedom and rights that expire due to the uselessness of their efforts. That country requires a minimum security that you are not able to provide us. That country of ours is not recognized in yours. It is not recognized in politics. It is recognized in the dignity we have left. (OR)