Between reality and fiction, there's a gulf of wonder. Deep abyss. The day Al Qaeda attacked the “heart” of the United States generated a deep surprise like the gulf between television viewers all over the world, until we believed that those images of the attack on the World Trade Center were, without a doubt, very real. How barbaric Baghdad! (B. Atxaga). Savagery, yes. A lot of it. But more attention should be paid to those experts who insist that the actions of that day changed the world, because there has always been something more than the world, every time a thousand atrocities have been committed in the name of freedom and democracy. Not just ten years ago. In fact, the disaster against fundamental human rights has never stopped, either before or after 11 September 2001. Worse still, I have the impression that there is a great will on the part of the absolute majority to dispense as soon as possible with everything that deserves protection, respect and defence. Trade unions, ecologists, feminists, teachers, tobacco smokers, poets or supporters of the mixed alarge, among others, start to consider public opinion as "radical". It's not the only paradox. As the myth of fear grows, and as Western governments inflate the sacks of their ideology with the discourse of lies, the real face of the official version is crumbling, degrading and desolating without mercy. There is a paradox between reality and fiction. A great paradox. And in order to be able to demand accountability, you have to have a sense of guilt or criminal awareness, but I have never seen anything like that, and I think I will not see it, in the Texan gesture of the US authorities. And Benedict XVI.aren also in curious orders. Between reality and fiction, there's a limbo. Broad linbo. Hearing the Pope of Rome demanding respect for peace and religious freedom is as repugnant as hearing the Pope of Rome speak of the moral experience of humanity. Then, in the shadow of the World Youth Conference in Madrid, his Angelites denounced the discrimination and lay pressure of the Christian community, even the devil of the members of the M15 movement. Like the representatives of the White House, the representatives of the Vatican impose on others what is not imposed on themselves. There is patience between reality and fiction. Patience. Today, patience is what is needed in our world. You have to be patient if you want to get through reality in a matter of hours. And the new course starts. And fictional amateurs are already in their positions, willing to give real lessons to everyone. Between reality and fiction is the prison that they represent of us. An immense prison. You can't tell them anything, they're too discreet when it comes to distributing the punishment cell that each one has. Everyone is determined. Mine, too. And while I know that all of that is not true, I will never be able to escape that reality and fiction are nothing like that. By no means. Between reality and fiction, the world returns.