Another country, other eyes
One of the things that surprised me most in every opportunity I had to live outside the country is that I met a lot of compatriots who were willing to do things that when they lived in Argentina they did not. Not only in terms of work, but in things as dissimilar as respecting traffic rules, paying taxes and even lifting dog poop. Why is that happening to us? Do the eyes we look at life with change ?The
work thing happened to me, too, and I take it as a great teaching of life. Covered in the comfort that gives you feel in the part high of the social pyramid (the immigrant, unless he is really rich, usually settle in the lower part), sometimes we we put very exquisite. By this I do not mean that we have to accept any work in any condition for any salary, of any way. But I do want to think why someone who is offered, let’s say, a young man’s job in his own country says no and if he’s offered it while he’s out. He accepts it. First of all, of course, because when The belt tightens you have to survive as long as you can. That’s clear. But I think there is another important idea going around and that is this: except emigrated for political reasons, in most cases those who are going to live in another country have the feeling or hope that it will be better. And it’s with that palette of colors with which he sees life. So, every situation, even if it is not the ideal, not only feels like a passenger, but is taken as another step on the path of well-being to future.
Can we change the eyes with which we look at the reality?
For whatever reasons, many Argentines don’t have that feeling. The situation in the country does not help, it is true. But even, at times when we live better, that aspirational meaning “living outside” makes everything become a path full of hope. Why don’t we have that hope when we live Here? Why don’t we take what happens to us as another step along the path of the future well-being? These are rhetorical questions I can’t answer. But they’re good for thinking. Which is not little.
Hipólito Azema nació en Buenos Aires, en los comienzos de la década del 80. No se sabe desde cuándo, porque esas cosas son difíciles de determinar, le gusta contar historias, pero más le gusta que se las cuenten: quizás por eso transitó los inefables pasillos de la Facultad de Filosofía y Letras de la Universidad de Buenos Aires. Una vez escuchó que donde existe una necesidad nace un derecho y se lo creyó.
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