Since January 9, we have again experienced the feeling of closure, as if the bad memories of the pandemic were not enough. Driving through streets with little traffic, seeing closed buildings causes sadness and anxiety. There will be a calculation of the economic losses of the population suffocated by reduction and poverty. In education, it is clear that teaching through electronic means will never replace live interaction in the classroom. But here we are, responding to the terrible situation of the citizens’ helplessness.

Internal war

After crossing the city, on Tuesday the 9th, struggling to get to the green light, in a battle of hundreds of vehicles, I took refuge in the safety of home. The horrors of feeling fragile, within reach of any outburst of violence, beyond my minimal space for movement, were unbearable. Later, in passing outings, I began to think about how people who are forcibly confined in their homes spend their time. Employees respect remote work that can be done in this way; Students – despite the 30% who do not have access to connections – try to continue with programs that are paralyzed by the holidays at the end of the year and close to the end of the cycle; Domestic servants risk their lives on public transport (although they are known to risk them daily), and those of us who can protect ourselves, without much loss of income, are at home.

We all make up the motherland

What do we spend our time on? First, to let us know. News broadcasts, scant reading of the written press, are the main source of those data that we comment on later, as the most reliable and those that enjoy confirmation and contrast. I see that the cultivation of social networks has increased. We’ve all more or less located who we follow on Xu, Facebook or Instagram, so it’s easy to see how usage has grown these days. There are users who amuse themselves by posting images of universal tourism: a Parisian cafe, a London park; Others prefer the landscapes in those hours of the struggle of light and shadow or the explosion of natural beauty of flowers and birds. I am much more attracted to those who put their family photo album on the Internet and a bunch of old photos from when they were babies or when their parents were standing in front of the altar. What a deprivation of intimacy!

Education for war

What would a person who often prints their own face want us to watch? Let’s take a look at her moods, how much age is worth her, her photogenic print? Mysteries I like to think about, just like I think about literary characters, which are the closest to man. When I enter the world of rolls, the products are more diverse: there are so many people who, in a professorial attitude, give lessons on various topics, as if they are discovering transcendental ideas; Many of the videos shown are terrible: full of clichés and profanity, where a woman can pretend to have curves, the more striking. The exhibition of children reminds me of the novel The Kings of the House, by Delphine de Vigan, in which the exploitation of children by parents is condemned. It is true that the creation and use of images has supplanted other languages. As for me, it roots me in my old and stubborn mania for words. (OR)