What did you think, that I was going to forget to write this year's letter to the Three Wise Men, Santa Claus, reindeer, camels and co.? After the 2013 Letter , the 2014 Letter , the 2015 Letter and the 2016 Letter , I couldn't miss this date one more year...
This year has been so intense that I have been a few days late in writing these lines. As you know if you have read my other letters, it is just a humble text in which, virtually, I try to ask for my surroundings, for the people who are not having a very good time, for those I do not know, for my enemies, for everyone… (this sounds like the Coca-Cola advertisement, yes, the one where an Argentine voice spoke…).
How come you don't get tired of me? 2017 has been a year in which you have surely noticed my distance more than ever. Believe me, it has been unintentional. I have had more trips than ever, more obligations (blessed obligations) than ever, but I have no forgiveness, I know. That is why I apologize from here. Also for those who have already left to be closer to that star in the east; friends who have left without warning, in silence, not at all eager, without a rude goodbye but with a sad, long and even tragic mark...
In this letter I ask for more time for you. I know that time is money, but good friendships are the ingots that help us make the minutes, hours, days and years really meaningful.
I ask those from the East for fewer emoticons with round, yellow faces, fewer heart-shaped kisses, and more long hugs and pats on the back that “hurt” when it’s cold.
I ask those from the East to grant me a truce, not to take any more people from my entourage, because enough is enough… Even the worst enemies took “breaks” in their disputes. Besides, death knows that it always wins, like banking, but it only wins the war, we win the battles.
Enemies
They have been silent for a while, and believe me, I don't know what worries me more... When they spoke, if you can classify a bellow, a snort or a croak as such, I had israel telegram mobile phone number list them at least under control, but silence either proves you right like a madman, or is a lack of arguments, or even a final approach to reason. If it is the latter, welcome to humanity... I don't hold a grudge against them, grudges are not held; my space is also a valuable ingot to have to be occupied by nonsense, fallacies and overflows of despotic ego.
I ask those from the East in this letter to keep them away, not out of fear (which does not exist), but out of respect for the person writing. I honestly don't care about keeping them quiet; words are a gift, as long as they are used correctly, and, as they usually don't know how to use them, they are better portrayed than with a Nikon D750...
To corrupt politicians
You are so annoying… Every time I write this section of my letter, I think that I could write exactly the same thing I did four years ago. Don’t you evolve? Don’t you have the PA, yes, the famous “Progress Adequately” that they gave us as a grade in school a few years ago? Don’t you get tired of stealing? Don’t you at least get aches and pains from carrying boxes of stolen illusions?
I ask those from the East in this letter to burn their tongues when closing the “envelopes” that are distributed. I ask them to return every last cent of each stolen euro, of each sum taken to a pocket deeper than the underwater volcano North Gorda Ridge. I ask those from the East that their star blows hard to open the “smoke screens” that they put up for us, curtains in the style of a bando that try to cover up percentages, briefcases, favors and detestable power struggles… I wish Robin Hood or William Wallace himself would be reincarnated and spend some time in our time.
To the unemployed
They say that the storm seems to be abating… but this sentence is very debatable. Surely those people who have found a job in the last year will read it with more “joy”. But the thousands, millions of others, those who do not have a decent livelihood, will read it with rage and disbelief… Hold on, soon it will be your turn. You are ready, you are eager, and now you cannot miss the illusion. You are the true heroes and heroines of an unjust life, of a garden of corruption and absurdity the size of the Kalahari desert.
Kalahari means “great thirst” in Tswana… and that is precisely what they have to have, a great thirst to take on the world, the guts to hold on just a little longer, to show employers that age and the time you have been unemployed (not idle) don’t matter, what really matters is the desire, the knowledge and that enthusiasm I was telling you about.