At first, it was an exaggeration that mutated into strangeness, stunning, disbelief. In the sensation, so literary, of living a dystopia. Literature was short-lived or perhaps persisted, providing a place to rescue joy and resist. The wolf - more literature - showed his ears. Suspension, cancellation, postponement. Studs in the accounting booklet. At first, more than fear of illness was fear of not being able to work. The radical pathology of advanced capitalism: the helplessness experienced when you intuit that, if you don't save yourself, no one will. Now, as I run along the hallway of my house, I place myself in another scenario: I become aware of the gravity not of my situation, but of that of the whole world, I trust in collective responsibility and I express my support for the workers and health workers. Especially, the public health group, which has been exposed from the beginning, is vulnerable and suffers from extreme exhaustion.
I am interested in the readings that Morelli and David Trueba make of this health crisis. Now, Italians, Germans, Spanish are the focus of contagion and infection. We are that foreign virus, with which Trump bricks racism and xenophobia, and that we must contain so as not to massacre those who are endemically weak: countries without health infrastructure, with famine, at war. The coronavirus forces us to think in a way that contradictions of difficult dialectical resolution become evident: dehumanization, which entails avoiding social life, is mitigated by the soft link of new technologies that are today essential, however, intensify certain inequalities and they cannot replace the physicality and strong socialization, fundamental for a comprehensive education - above all, of childhood; Hygienicism, the object of ridicule, is opposed to a hedonism that we cannot lose, but which is obscene when, on full health alert, we go on vacation to our second homes; we readjusted the idea of the light and the serious, the priority; We review the notions of self-exploitation and labor exploitation in a context in which telework occasionally saves us, although later on it may exhibit the dark side of flexibility and hyperconnection: eternal availability and the induced desire to always be available, anxiety about not being be individual freedom, simplified in the "I have a beer when I get out of my balls", is placed in front of the common good and we reinterpret solidarity, selfishness, empathy ...
I rethink until my friend Angeles sends an audio and I fear that, today, that humor frees us from drowning, this incitement is not a joke: “Brotherhood, go to the streets, absolutely nothing will happen, we have to go to kissers and kiss your hands, don't be nervous, they want to attack us, fear nothing, now, brothers, on the street! ”. So I, who also hope that the skin, the hugs and the bookstores return, I ask myself what my dystopian perception consists of, I remember the Spain of brass band and tambourine, collective hysteria, tears of blood, and I wonder how we are going to stop this pandemic while I miss the rationality, the enlightened spirit and, despite its privatizing effects, the very confiscation of Mendizábal.
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