The thermal at 42° 8' and 20 thousand users without electricity.
One could argue that it is not enough for the millions of us.
But I remember what my doctor once told me about the possibility of contagion of a disease: it is 0.08 percent, but
if it is your turn, it is 100.
Well, this time it was my turn.
All weekend without light.
Without power - again - since Wednesday at 1:00 p.m.
I make an effort and decide to be original.
My sufferings are the same as those of the people who complain - rightly - in the newspapers, on TV and on social networks.
So
I'm going to focus on the beauty
of being without supply for several days.
First,
silence
.
What a pleasure not to hear the vibrations of your own and other people's air conditioners, the noise of the elevators, the next-door neighbor's radio.
Everything is still,
as if frozen in time.
There is no computer or Netflix and we have to preserve the cell phone battery,
without screens
there are no excuses for me not to start reading.
Luckily I have three good books on the nightstand (which doesn't have a light).
At breakfast I verify once again that
the coffee with milk is more foamy
if it is heated on the stove and not in the microwave.
I rescue the common toaster from somewhere and I miss the slices of lactal.
I scrape them with a knife in the kitchen sink like my mom did when we were kids.
I remember with nostalgia
their toasts with butter and sugar
;
and with nostalgia I also remember when eating bread, butter and sugar was healthy.
I return to aquagym, overcoming the problem of packing my bag because I have to take a shower in the gym
anyway
(after a few hours without electricity, the buildings run out of water).
I go down and up nine flights of stairs no less than four times a day: there is no other option than to do aerobics and I also strengthen my legs.
Enough of candles.
You have to buy emergency light.
On the social side, friends appear who invite me to their homes and
lend me space in their freezers
and refrigerators.
A quick mental count shows that I have more than 100 thousand pesos worth of food.
They do not believe me?
Add two kg of roast, one kg of Milanese, steaks, chicken breasts, a tray of fish, three pork ribs,
various frozen foods,
milk, a large pot of cream cheese, mayonnaise, a quarter of grated cheese and two packages heat-sealed fresh cheese...
I congratulate myself because between cuts I had enough reflexes to buy - and charge - an emergency light.
For only 15 thousand pesos, from now on
I can get rid of the candles,
which apart from being a danger leave drops of tallow stuck everywhere and go clean them.
Satisfaction invades me when I read the clever messages from my daughters, happy because he "came back."
One writes to me: we are once again subject to the right to electricity supply.
The other rebuke: we are
people in a situation of light.
The joy is short-lived.
But when it is cut again I go up to the terrace, and I think that
the immeasurable contribution to humanity
of the inventor of the pelopincho has not yet been properly recognized.