Something I was born in September nostalgia. Maybe the body is accustomed to being around this time laying just right and had to return to school and now I remember those days but left behind long ago.
But what I miss now is my freedom, but the people I grew up. The best are out there. We see once every month or every two months, when work and other responsibilities of adult life passes them by here a few days and can find time to notice.
But all others are not, have completely disappeared. You meet them once every ten years by accident. They are always quick visit here, perhaps because there is a family problem, so over-burdened. There you had a relationship as deep as you can so that you never call yourselves reproach. Are far away, where they have taken their work, that they could not find here. I would like to return, but they've raised a family and is rooted there. You say you have to be a day to see if the next time. And disappear again.
If you know what I'm talking about is because you also live in León. If not, try explain.
publishes a local newspaper that unemployment has fallen in the province of León. Statistics only collects one half of the story, there are fewer people targeted in the strike. "Social agents" are cautious, but optimistic. But we know the truth. Here, not lower unemployment because they create jobs. It does so by default.
Most of us have to leave, throw in the towel after many years of effort in the shade, for the bad with low wages and unsatisfactory job chaining. Submit a curriculum Engineer, Lawyer, Doctor, Historian, Restorer, musicologist ... and you say it is a shame that a builder is the job you want. Or submit your resume Officer First Mason and tell you if you do not mind working as a laborer for twelve hours and charging half ...
the end the need to live, raise a family power and bully stop imposing your parents just love to land, and just taking the road to Madrid. And from there to the world.
This is a symptom of our failure as a society, the true scale with which we measure ourselves. I have 35 years and have lost almost all three groups of friends that life has taken away. All gone, all. And with them the others, those who are not friends but you see the look in when you meet them down the street and take a wine and put on to give birth to the relative (Or relative). Which of course would now be your customers and suppliers. Background people in your life.
When they tell you that everything is better here, where booms and crises do not matter, look around and ask where are my friends? Where are my children? Where are my grandchildren? When you look up and be there, then create it. If you do not find is that someone is lying.
As for me, even the Ides of September arrived, I wonder what I can do it again? Will I find good friends to share the day to day, so rare it is that and I've already lost? Is it worth the grief, I can bear, if all end up leaving?
may be best to just keep looking from time to time to the exiles, when all we can, and enjoy those moments.
And the rest of the time ...
Getting used to this strange solitude.
