Y pasa el tiempo. Y cuando te das cuenta has vivido más de lo que esperabas y cuando echas la vista atrás siempre ves una evolución que, para bien o para mal, hace que te replantees el futuro y pienses en como afrontarlo.
El año pasado a estas horas estaba bebiendo sangría en un parque de Tokyo con amigos de los cinco continentes y terminé la noche en un karaoke cantando hasta la mañana siguiente… Hoy he trabajado durante unas 14 horas en un festival de cine internacional y he tenido tiempo suficiente de participar en ruedas de prensa, coloquios, conversaciones diversas y muy interesantes, comidas de lujo y otras actividades con directores, guionistas, críticos y demás.
Intento que el día 18 de junio de cada año no sea especial con respecto del resto del año así que hago lo que me podría tocar hacer cualquier otro día. Si tomo de muestra este día durante los últimos años y hago balance, noto esa evolución de la que hablaba al principio y me siento bien porque la gran mayoría de horas que forman este día hayan sido lo suficientemente completas como para querer ir a dormir y sentirme satisfecho por ello.
En septiembre, una joven de 23 años llamada Marta empezará a trabajar en una de las 445 tiendas de la cadena Bershka. Atenderá al público, revisará los estantes para reponer las prendas, y dos veces por semana trabajará desde las 7.30 en la recepción y clasificación de la mercancía. Marta Ortega Pérez habrá iniciado entonces, desde abajo, su formación para ser un día la heredera del dueño de esa tienda, el hombre más rico de España, la octava fortuna del mundo, el propietario del imperio Zara, Amancio Ortega.
You know, when you start med school they warn you that you’re gonna have to make sacrifices… But I guess that means different things to different people. Like giving up something you really want now for something you’ve wanted your whole life. Or spending less time on yourself so you can spend time with someone you really love. At some point, you might even have to give up your own sense of safety and well-being. But after a while, it doesn’t feel like you’re giving up anything at all.
I don’t quite know, how to say, how I feel.
Those three words have said too much but not enough.
Forget what we’re told before we get too old.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
And I got to feel it. I feel independence. I feel deliberate loneliness. All those thoughts were right and I’ve been nothing else but a piece of a puzzle inlay on the wrong puzzle.
And I got to understand it. There should be an incomplete puzzle waiting for its last piece. A hole with my shape. And now, first of all, I have to free this piece, to walk alone until the new position. A new position where I could feel myself free. So, that’s an end which will set up a new beginning.
Ma che cos’è questo lampo di felicità che mi fa tremare, mi ridà forza, vita…Vi domando scusa dolcissime creature, non avevo capito, non sapevo…Com’è giusto accettarvi, amarvi…e com’è semplice…
Ecco, tutto ritorna come prima, tutto è di nuovo confuso…ma questa confusione sono io, io come sono, non come vorrei essere…e non mi fa più paura…Dire la verità…quello che non so, che cerco, che non ho ancora trovato…Solo così mi sento vivo…e posso guardare i tuoi occhi fedeli senza vergogna.
Last night I was in the Kingdom of Shadows. If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without sound, without colour. Everything there - the earth, the trees, the people, the water and the air - is dipped in monotonous grey. Grey rays of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in grey faces, and the leaves of the trees are ashen grey. It is not life but its shadow, it is not motion but its soundless spectre.
”I finally came to the conclusion that maybe he was right. Maybe there’s no such things as heroes, there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It’s a way for us to understand what is almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us. But for my dad and these men the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies. They may have fought for their country, but they died for their friends. For the man in front, for the man beside them. And if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were. The way my dad remembered them”.
