The eternal statue

I was late for work, so I got up as fast as I could and took to the street. Crossing to catch the tram, I was paralyzed, as if I had been stuck with a steel bar through the crown that kept me stuck to the asphalt. I couldn't take a single step. My brain sent orders to my muscles, but they didn't fucking listen. There I was, stuck in the road, unable to move.

A lady came up to me and asked me what was wrong with me, that it was dangerous to stay in the middle of the road. I can't move, I wanted to answer her, but I couldn't articulate a word. 

Soon a municipal police officer arrived and told me that I could not stay on the road. I looked at him and made a gesture of impossibility. He grabbed me by the right arm and tried to move me, but could not. He took a run and hit me like I was a quarterback who was willing to do a touchdown. However, he hit me and bounced as if he had hit a reinforced concrete block. From the ground he looked at me in awe, not quite understanding what was going on in that situation. He got up slowly, went to the patrol car and came back with five cones. He counted five steps, as if he were a football referee, in the opposite direction to the direction of traffic and put the first cone. Then he returned to my position and did the same until he placed the five cones in front of me, forming a barrier so that the cars wouldn't run over me.

However, when I was on the phone to the central, a car that came with excessive speed did not brake in time, took all the cones in front. I saw it coming and I thought it didn't count. The car rammed into me. I felt a slight tingling, as I watched as his driver shot out and fell twenty-five metres further and the car was left totally sinister. 

The policeman didn't know where to go, without understanding what was going on, he approached me and asked me if I was all right. I shook my head in the affirmative, raised my shoulders, pursed my lips, to tell him that for me too it was incomprehensible what was happening.

Ten minutes later they had cut off the lane in which I was petrified. They removed the junk into which the car was converted, the health services arrived to attend to the driver who had crashed into me and who was taken to the hospital in one of the ambulances. The toilets did all sorts of tests to check on me and the result was that I was in perfect condition.

Then came the city council technicians who, together with the firemen, tried with all their technical means to move me, but it was impossible. So, when the afternoon began to fall, they told me that they were going to break the asphalt in order to get me out of there. They put me in a waterproof suit over my head, put on a helmet and glasses and started the work.

After an hour and a half they managed to break the asphalt in order to get me off the road, but they could not. Five firefighters wanted to move me, but it was impossible, they even tried with a crane, but the attempt was unsuccessful. So they gave up.

There I spent that first night and in the morning they tried again, this time, digging a hole of more than eight meters, but they couldn't move me from the place either. The toilets asked me if I was hungry or if I had some kind of physiological need. I said no, I was fine.

After a month of useless work and studies, the mayor came to talk to me and told me that there was no way to get me out of there, that he had decided to build a square on the spot and that I would be in the center, that the institution would keep me in perfect condition.

With time I became a first-rate tourist attraction, which everyone wanted to visit and many tried to move me, there were even large bets, but no one managed to move me even a millimeter. There were also vandals who tried their best, but each and every one failed without remedy.

Many years passed, a century perhaps, I saw a nuclear war that almost killed life on earth and wiped out most of humanity, which almost disappeared from the face of the earth. 

One day, almost at dawn, a strange being of humanoid form approached me, smiled at me and said to me without articulating a word:

"Tour time has come."

I didn't understand why he was telling me that. He touched me and explained to me the reasons why they had turned me into a living statue. Then I understood.

Soon I felt the blood circulating through my body again and that I could move. I took a step and fell, but I rose like an inexperienced fawn that had just been born. I looked at the humanoid and smiled again. Then he said to me:

"Now you have the mission of transforming the world you know and you have all eternity."

Vox y Göbbels

Fuente

La ultraderecha ha llegado de la mano de Vox, bueno, siempre ha estado aquí, pero está vez está asomando la patita y lo hace como siempre lo hace; tirando del manual más rancio y podrido que tiene a mano, siguiendo al pie de la letra el manual del nazi Göbbels, que se basaba en que «una mentira repetida mil veces se convierte en una verdad»
Vox no hace otra cosa que eso, decir una y mil veces mentiras tras mentiras, para que parezcan que forman parte de la realidad, de un constructo paranoico, en el que algunos sectores de esta sociedad avanzada son sus enemigos y tenemos que ir a por ellos. 
La ultraderecha ha creado un mundo paralelo, construido con fundamentos falsos y están haciendo lo imposible para darle visos de realidad, pero lo cierto es que ese mundo no existe, es inventado.
Así los de Vox hablan que existe una ideología de género que campa a sus anchas por el estado español y que está financiada por lobbies internacionales, pero lo que ellos quieren es poner freno a todos los avances y conquistas sociales que tienen que ver con el género y que han hecho este país más grande y más solidario. Quieren borrar del mapa los avances que suponen las leyes que protegen a la mujer y al colectivo LGTBI.
Pero no se quedan ahí, van más allá y siguiendo la estela de Trump, Le Pen y Salvini, reconstruyen un mensaje xenófobo, manifestando que existen hordas de inmigrantes que están esperando para invadirnos, destruir la sociedad tal y como la conocemos y traernos las siete plagas bíblicas, además de aumentar exponencialmente los índices de delincuencia. La Cruz Roja lo tiene claro y desmiente todas estas mentiras.

Fuente

Después se meten con las autonomías, buscando un estado centralizado y eliminando de un plumazo el estado de las autonomías, cuando la estructura autonómica se ha manifestado como una de las herramientas más cercanas al ciudadano, que necesitaría ciertos ajustes para aumentar su eficacia. Sin embargo, lo incongruente de Vox es que está en contra de las autonomías, pero se presenta para formar parte de ellas, quizás con el único objetivo de convertirse en un ente infeccioso que no tenga otro objetivo que contaminarlas y destruirlas.
No cabe duda de que Vox es una seria amenaza para las libertades y los avances sociales que tanto nos ha costado alcanzar, esta ultraderecha no tiene otro objetivo que meternos, de nuevo, en una cueva, cerrar la puerta y tirar la llave.
Hoy más que nunca es necesaria la lectura detallada, la reflexión, la discusión y la lucha pacífica, y que nuestro voto se convierta en la herramienta más eficaz para pararle los pies a la ultraderecha que solo quieren un país en el que solo caben ellos y sus adláteres.

What have I seen on Netflix? Travellers. Three seasons

OPINION

A few days ago I finished watching the serie Travellers that Netflix is broadcasting in its third season. To say that the tape started well with some first chapters that were putting you in the main plot, but when the second season began, the chapters began to lose steam, as if the scriptwriters did not know how to continue, including nondescript chapters, without any mission and focusing on the sub-plots starring the five members of the travel team and conflict resolution in the least plausible way.

Yes, at the beginning of the third season, the series ended up boring me, because it continued with the same tone as the second, without having a clear objective of how it was going to continue.

So I don't know if a second season will be filmed. In my opinion, this cow doesn't give any more milk, but I'm not a shareholder of Netflix or the production company.

TECHNICAL DATA SHEET

Production: Netflix and Showcase .

Script: Brad Wright.

Date: 2016.

Cast: Eric McCormack, MacKenzie Porter, Nesta Cooper, Jared Abrahamson, Reilly Dolman, Patrick Gilmore.

Duration chapter: 45 min.

SYNOPSIS

Five people, time travelers, who take the bodies of humans who were going to die, try to change some aspects of humanity to change the future from which they come, but they will encounter a multitude of obstacles that will make things very difficult for you to achieve your goals.

Un paseo por la playa con el caballo

Borders and flags

I came to your border

walking the paths of longing, 

running from bullets and bombs,

of hunger and meaninglessness,

looking for the hand of solidarity.

I looked up to contemplate 

the height of your walls of iron, steel and cement,

I brought my knee to the ground.

and picked up the pieces of hope.

Then, I hoisted the flag I have engraved on my chest,

that no one knows and no one respects,

I lifted it as high as I could,

and I moved it back and forth, 

to spill their colors near the horizon.

You didn't listen to me, you didn't see me, you just told me

the way back, 

that of discouragement and hopelessness, 

gagged and covered with barbed wire.

Sitting in front of you,

I understand your flag is a bloody bullet,

that your border is the seed of shame,

that your path is neither back nor forth,

only the path of selfishness.

Here I will be, in front of you,

dreaming of being hope,

with being a ray of sun and moon

to cross the walls of your frontiers

and make your flags invisible

La espera, desespera.

Historias de ayer. La bala

Fuente

Hubo una época en que estuvo muy de moda usar las balas para confeccionar colgantes. No recuerdo cómo, pero una bala cayó en mis manos y pensé que podía hacer un colgante con ella. La bala era pequeña, no recuerdo el calibre porque tampoco me interesaba. Estuve algún tiempo buscando la forma de hacer el colgante; en aquella época no había tutoriales de Youtube.

Intenté quitar el casquillo con unas tenazas, pero no pude, así que pensé que poniéndola al fuego, sería más fácil hacerlo. Con que me puse a la tarea de hacer una hoguera en el descampado que había detrás de mi calle. Yo pensé que la bala no tenía pólvora, así que cogí una verguilla y amarré la bala. Cuando el fuego estaba en su mayor apogeo, coloqué la bala en él y esperé.

Al poco, sentí una explosión que me dejó paralizado y los restos de la hoguera salieron volando por todos lados y yo con el mayor susto de mi corta vida.

Sí, la bala estaba cargada de pólvora. Gracias a que la había colocado con la punta hacia abajo, porque si la hubiera puesto hacia arriba, no sé qué hubiera pasado.

Después del susto inicial y de quitar las brasas que quedaban, encontré el casquillo atado a la verguilla, pero no había rastro de la bala. No desistí y seguí buscando hasta que la encontré. Volví a hacer la hoguera, até la bala a la verguilla y la puse al fuego, con la seguridad de que esta vez no detonaría.

El fuego derritió el plomo que había en la bala y, con mucho cuidado, le puse un trozo de alambre. Al final tuve mi colgante y una experiencia que nunca olvidaré.