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 didn't . Not only in terms of work, but in things as dissimilar as respecting traffic rules, paying taxes and even lifting the dog's poop. Why is that happening to us? Do the eyes we look at life change with?
The work thing happened to me too, and I take it as a great teaching of life. Under the comfort that feels in the upper part of the social pyramid (the immigrant, unless he is really rich, usually accommodates in the lower part), sometimes we get very exquisite . By this I do not mean that we have to accept any work in any condition for any salary, in any way. But I am interested in thinking why someone who offers, say, waiter work in their own country says no, and if they offer it while outside, they accept it. First of all, of course, because when the belt tightens you have to survive as you can . That's clear. But I think there is another important idea going around and that is this: except for political issues, in most cases whoever is going to live in another country has the feeling or hope that he will be better . And it's with that color palette he sees life with. Then, every situation, even if not the ideal, is not only felt as a passenger, but is taken as a further step on the path of well-being into the future.
Can we change the eyes with which we look at reality?
For whatever reasons, many Argentines don't have that feeling. The situation in the country doesn't help, it's true. But even, at times when we live better , that aspiration that means “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 one more step on the road to future well-being? These are rhetorical questions I can't answer. But they serve to think. That's not a 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.