Last weekend, the BDS association calling Israel to boycott organised a nice evening in Maule. Dinner, film and round table with the filmmaker. I didn't go because the social-physical aspect of everyday life had taken away my appetite: work, food, siesta, shopping, dinner, bed... However, if the same date had been in the middle of the summer, I was there; at the most brutal moment of the attack, I felt like a brother to the Palestinians. Last summer there was no excuse from the BDS for not having done a single convocatoria.Segun have told

me these days, the film shows the daily life of Palestinian football players, how much time they lose in the check points of going to training. This has left me meditabundo about my day to day. Afghanistan, Iraq, Chiapas ... The agitations of the moment turn my view and the calmness makes me turn my gaze. I will give a share of responsibility to the media, and as a journalist, another part at the daily rate. In my hands is the sense that I want to give you up to date. Like when someone close to death dies, it is in times of calm that solidarity is most appreciated.