- We had a friend who was in mortal fear of the hallways. Well, no, not all the hallways; the supermarket, with its wheelbarrow in his hand, was going to the alcohol aisle from the pasta aisle, and at school, I also don't remember feeling any rush when he moved from one room to another. However, his friend was completely shrinking in the halls, where he couldn't see the end, and his body hardened to the point of petrification and his voice was completely mute. A while ago, he told us something about his fear, we counted it with humor, until we realized that that fear was entirely true.
And what do you do in those cases? Can we collaborate in any way? The colleague who was afraid of the hallways told us no, he didn't want anyone to help him, he didn't want to be a victim of his fears, and he had developed some supermega-techniques. We didn't have to ask him any questions to realize that we wanted to know those solutions. The first thing was to ask the family (this technique that I used mostly in the long and well-known hallways, said that they looked at her in a racial way, Excuse me, what's there after this hallway? ); The second was (I put it into practice when I did not want to ask this technique) to close my eyes, if possible in a disguised way, but the technique was increasingly developed. I'm shocking, closing my eyes, taking steps, not knowing where I was going, happy.
We told our colleague that he had to overcome that fear, that the hallway was just a hallway, that it was just moving his legs, but our body has become a stone. And we see a corridor in front, long, that we don't know where it's going. We asked them, what's there after this hallway? They look oddly at us, but they answer with certainty that there is normalcy, a serious social/political/economic crisis, the highest poverty rate ever, famine privatizations and the Joujoujoujoujou elections. Like the body, the sky then becomes stone and we close our eyes with disgust.
25,341 patients have tested positive in Euskal Herria, 1,923 dead, hundreds of fish dead in the river descending from the incinerator of Zubieta, machista murder in Angelu, the Basque Government will decide by lot the order of the aid to the body builders, eviction of the feminist zone of shock, military in Pamplona, in the metro of San Sebastian, the jails, the
No. Stop and breathe. If the road carries the solution with it, this phase agonic corridor is not the road, and this hallway cannot be crossed with closed eyes, even this hallway cannot be crossed because it has no end. What if it's not around? If on the other side of the emergency exit they tell us, there is a society that frightens us even with our eyes closed, how are we going to follow them? What if we started looking for another way out, or creating or really doing? Turn us half left and on Thursday, 14 May, at 18:00, we will talk about it on the website ela.eus. We'll name fears, and we'll put our red carpet out of this lockdown. You're invited! Our colleague, of course, was horribly afraid of the hallways.