The last days have been so different, one from the other. Each one has had a different flavor, a pity that the taste is so polarized, while the sweet happens to bitter for some, in others it happens in the inverse. For all, the background flavor is a gall, as I'm not an ideologist nor is this my subject, I tell the six days leaving the post in the wrong category for not having a policy.
Day 1. On Thursday we were a free republic, sovereign, they say that independent, unknown to many people little shower in cartography, as when they tell us where Togo is and we have a bad memory of the sixth grade. At noon I went home, because it was risky to walk down the street, it seemed absurd to think that this can happen in a city so routine, if you can call it that way because of the imminent vulnerability of the rainy season.
Day 2. On Friday we became unpleasant before the Organization of American States, where the Permanent Council meeting was surprised by the threats declared by the ambassador to this body, unanimously acknowledged that the thing seemed to go very wrong. I got bored at home, with nothing to do, with the kids at school and not wanting to write ... it's hard to enjoy an obligatory holiday, when there are not many plans and a lot to do in the office, I went running and wrote a omen of the subject.
Day 3. On Saturday I passed the presidential house to eat a donut, and I could see all the movement that I had surprised the mayors of the inland, everything so exciting but the fear of what could happen the next day was intriguing. I visited my friend Buendía and in the middle of a few drinks he told me some oracles in the style of Captain Haddock in "The Three Unicorns". It was good to take a look at Will Smith's "Seven Pounds" and dream that there are good people in this world, for a moment I thought if everyone in this country did this once.
Day 4. On Sunday much of the world knew what was transmitted out, that there are still people living in barbarism, and Hugo Chávez said he will invade this nation at any cost. We did not have Internet, or electric power, not state telephony. It was not possible to leave the house, except to fill the fuel tank in a long line and buy canned food at the supermarket, just in case. It rained like in Macondo, a bridge succumbed in the northern area and from that day we had curfew from the 9 at night.
Day 5. On Monday we lived an afternoon of riots, people in the streets with sticks, stones, I could not even get to the store where I wanted to buy a orthopedic bed, then for the first time on a Monday, in a long time I did not go to work, just because had to go. The SICA Central American Integration System declared that we had to close our commercial borders, and my favorite place to eat a donut was inaccessible, I found it on Facebook with a signal similar to the ones I saw in my school in the second grade, I do not remember it but that one of my eight years yes: "28 Popular Leagues of February".
Day 6. On Tuesday, a large crowd gathered in the park, and while reciting from their heart the best of their intention, the United Nations Organization UN declared that they will do everything possible to intervene in this country, including the United States, which manifested itself as " sponsor of the action ". I was pleased to see the passion of this whole crowd, although my friend of the goldfish made one of his philosophized after the third rum: "I wonder if we let out twelve gang members with tattoos on their foreheads, how many of these people will be in the vicinity" It was funny, but it made me wonder if our leaders have the time to convince the whole world in less than 72 hours.
What can I say, of the almost boring tranquility I have come to realize how valuable is the innocent peace of a country that has not had a conventional civil war, we are of late puberty, says my friend Buendía that "it is not for peace but for maj3s " Now the whole world condemns what happened here, although we must be in the capital to have one of the two existing positions and work with 35 rural municipalities at once to know what they think inland. In summary, the two main positions are simplified in geographical coordinates rounded to minutes: the first that there was a coup d'état, the other a constitutional succession. Whichever it is, both provoke that sensation the day after the loss of the literal virginity.
This is how exciting this life, gentlemen, in six days the life of more than 7 has changed millions of people who surely pass through such feelings, plus the sum of intrigue of their relatives and friends abroad who have been difficult to explain what what is happening here I only know that this is going to work out well, and that the entire country must assume a transformation that will end in a better condition of life and maturity; we just hope it is not painful and that it happens once and for all.
What will happen 7 day, will be as exciting as 8 and the rest of the year until the 28 elections of November, my stance is neutral for writing for a more international audience than local and before whom I do not want to show my personal opinion because while I talked the subject with my friend of Macondo, I realize that he has as many pedals as the grand piano in my adolescence; It is not only political, but economic, it is legal, now geopolitical, we all agree that it is social and what worries me most, is ideological. It would be tragic if all this natural chaos does not produce significant transformations, because then we could suffer it for 20 years as it happened with our closest neighbors at a higher cost than the fall of the Internet or cable twice per day.
Greetings Hondurans, as you can see, not only when the national team beats Mexico (which is not many times), patriotism can be demonstrated. If you can show it with passion now, do it, as long as it does not harm the integrity of others. To the rest of the world, thank you for your prayers.