transcribe my FIRST COLUMN IN INDIVIDUAL JOURNAL EntreMundos , DE XELA. THANK VALERIA Ayers for having taken into account. THE THEME OF THE ISSUE FOR YOU WROTE THIS COLUMN WAS "TRAVEL".
"I grew up in that middle-class world in which the camera could not be too followed - almost nothing followed, in fact - the taste of travel. Except for the limited few occasions when a child and adolescents that strange monster called family could afford the lujito me to give me the "forced" back to the Cinderella's castle in California and Florida, in fact we went from almost no eventualísimo up border travel to Mexico, or down, El Salvador, and in itself it was also very little. Grow further in the eighties, with a savage civil war was gradually convincing the average capital that silence and stillness were the best protection, not my parents urged me not to see the interior or even the interest in knowing , getting used to stories of danger and laziness as a justification to stay cooped up at home every weekend for ever and ever (amen).
Having somehow, in the college years, awakened to a preliminary stage of awareness of reality (preliminary because I'm still discovering it), began the literal need to travel, both within and outside of Guatemala, although this need almost always was - and still see, in general - frustrated by these barriers in the days of self-flagellation that I like to call third world, but surely are globalized tragedies affecting anyone in any country, not just to us poor: lack of guns and lack of time, generally, are displayed alternately: when ratatouille no time and when there is no track time. In my thirty-three years, and officially settled comfortably in a middle class a little better off than my old - and that only because I am unmarried and gourds - I still do not know Europe, but hopefully soon as I can take the tour that begins in Paris and Rome, Andalucía and Costa del Sol .
All this, of course, is not for the poor whining sound that in itself and many people think I'm quite the opposite: to share some of the ways to travel without traveling I've been discovering. Travel without travel is paramount need when you live in a country that, more that spring is eternal sadness, a beautiful land that people prefer to give her false hope songs instead of real hope, because it is undeniable that many Guatemalans die every day without being able to realize that there is a world outside their field of view. If there are literally millions who will never go and see the sea, are still more who never feel free to question their environment or their potential. And not only of those, enough travel, because consciousness is less confined confinement and fear becomes bearable and sometimes even becomes value. That journey begins, inevitably, with the reading. We can not get rid of buildings that the world imposes on us unread and read everything: history, philosophy and, what the hell up, entertainment and self-help. And movies. I swear I see good movies, like reading a good book, is to give a visa to the spirit to travel freely to Never Land that is called being yourself. And there are straws.
But speaking of straw, what I want now is to find a way to twist reality and convince my mind that the overflowing estarme pants, waist and shaker type, is a life journey that is also true worth doing. "
THE ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE MAGAZINE MAY ACCESS THROUGH THIS LINK: http://issuu.com/entremundos/docs/viajes . I'M ON PAGE 8.
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