I look at reality from the sunset of life. One of those momentary sunsets, full of anxiety, dark skies, water-laden clouds and rains that don’t let us see beyond a few meters. Avalanches, avalanches, violent deaths, disappearances, fights, political negligence, corruption, poverty, delinquent children, drugs on the streets, fear and loneliness. Chaos and nothing.

We old people know what loneliness is. We become quiet. At best, deep, transparent, wounded, vulnerable, more and more needed by others, and less and less needed by others. And we understand the children who return to the cycle-circle of life, to the spiral that opens endlessly. They are not afraid to hear the same stories many times, they like repetition. Listening to the same stories, other customs, other ways of celebrating the same holidays; other games, other rituals, without television or mobile phones, or computers, or robots, or fast cars, without airplanes and ships, without shopping centers, nor supermarkets, with a sky where you can see the stars. They see us as dinosaurs that they love and whose different names they know no matter how hard it is. And they demand that we always tell them these stories in the same way, as they like to do with the songs they sing.

In the world of speed and vertigo, the elderly are like a plumb line or spirit level that a mason needs to keep the wall from warping. Irreplaceable and expendable at the same time.

We are a paralyzed, terrified country, without spring, without desire, without drive. We are a depressed country.

It is not always easy to accept your uselessness, the trap is to complain, grumble, idealize the past that is considered better, become bitter and grumpy. However, there are extreme experiences of people who lived through the horror of the Nazi concentration camps and overcame an experience that forever marked their lives and of which they hardly spoke because it was difficult to understand them, to accept that so much evil had happened. What happens to people, I discover what happens to the state. We are a paralyzed, terrified country, without spring, without desire, without drive. We are a depressed country.

However, I firmly believe that this is our opportunity to become a state, a nation, multiple and diverse. We leave the bubble of being an island of peace and recognize the opposing forces that separate, separate, isolate, oppose, kill us.

We discover our poverty, which is ultimately embedded in our laziness, amidst the impressive richness of geography and history. It is impossible for the warlord to save us. We know and confirm that this country is built by all of us and we all respect it, that the authorities are only temporary leaders, who have power that is transferred for a while. That we have to reinvent democracy just as we have to reinvent the organization of big cities, so that it is not a passive democracy, only votes and criticism via social networks, but before consulted decision-making, as the famous Porte decree should have and owning weapons. We have hit rock bottom, we just have to bounce back to emerge, to continue. Challenges are like a bow in the hands of an archer, the arrows are the collective awareness that this country depends on us. All of us. (OR)