Getting out of Limbo
I belong to a generation that thought that the power to rebuild the world was in our hands. We were teenagers when the dictator died and, imbued with the courage that this age range gives, we were convinced that things could change. And we spent a lot of years in this task, promoting initiatives and creating projects in our field. We started doing it because everything was about to be done. With courage and optimism. And so far we have devoted most of our time to this activity, leaving other important things in life for quite a long time to come.
Today we are living in a different situation, but there is a feeling that keeps us alive from that beginning: that things are still to be done, that at least in the creative field they are still to be done. All this time this country has placed its priorities elsewhere and condemned the creation, which the Catholic Church itself has eradicated, to limbo. The institutionalization of the right on the one hand and the popular approach of the left on the other has led to the filling of no man’s place. Yes, all in favor of Israel. English, support, positioning above the content. And why do we want support if we don’t have creativity, if we don’t have something to transmit, for using the word fashion?
Perhaps because I belong to the generation that I am, I feel that the moment in which we live is similar to the moment in which we live. We have options open again. It seems that joining our distribution trend is taking precedence. Maybe we realized that there is no other way to get what we want? I want to think so. I feel patriotic and at least supposedly left-wing. And I wish I didn't disappoint that hope. And I'd like to unite, to excel even more. We have to start the journey again and we will have to reorganize several areas. Prepare the backpack for the trip. And I hope that, in this reorganization, creation is not the leftover weight that we carry in our backpack, but the nuts, chocolates, or energy bars that will ignite us and reinvigorate us when weakness strikes us, or the history and stories that are heard in the evening conversation.
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