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miércoles, 17 de enero de 2018

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Running out of toilet while sitting, with a little stomachache too, make you feel vulnerable. I didn´t realize of it because in these times, one pays more attention to the mobile. I was came in reading both hands (one for taking my pants off) News are the entertainment nowadays. There’s always something to expect from journalists; about anything, and of course, our new rock stars: the opinioners. They got us waiting for their perspective and foresight, especially now that we no longer have an open television network which channels can actually broadcast with liberty. No, we don´t. In Venezuela anything from the media is regulated by the Ministry of Communications unless the program come from a pro-government network: if that’s the case, anything is allowed, so in order to be more or less aware of the current and upcoming events, we must check the networks our government don´t control (yet, if such a thing is true. We’re not sure anymore) Twitter, Instagram and, inescapably, we’ve become addicts, start believing many things which not necessarily are true. This is the field we play on: the field of not necessarily true, so in order to get an idea or a wider approach, the balance must be set with: not necessarily false. That’s how we get information: not knowing, always wondering, hesitating, and that’s how we get up every day to go to work: always angry…

Always angry is how we get along with each other and maybe, that’s why, I just can’t stand anymore a countryman now living abroad generalizing: especially those ones younger than I am. It might be due to the information we manage (because I’m not the only one) or the economy we deal with. My point is, this anger is always on… and we also have to deal with feelings at our relatives, friends. Let’s picture a disagreement between a couple in addition to this anger: explosive, right? I’ve read some stories of soviets and this is pretty much alike, so will be our way to feel I guess. Now I’m calling my wife for help because she’s standing just where paper is. The thing is… we’ve had a fight. I just called her. I’m waiting…