We should call the WWF to inform them that there are endangered species which are not light.
One of them is your neighbor.
I was born and raised in a small town, where typical Italian when it comes to the 2000 population, seems to have become a metropolis of Mexico City or Bombay style.
A place where if you did not know why anyone is pretending not to know.
In the worst cases was a relative, near or far it was, at best it was you that you look in the mirror. Obviously
joke but the atmosphere that hovered in the country was something special.
There were differences between the abysmal way of life then and now. I no longer live in my home country but in a town where, of course, it is not possible to revive these things to the younger generation. But even in these streets I have seen child happens that happened only 20 or 25 years ago.
I'm not that old saying "in my day" but they are not enough young-you can draw some conclusions.
One of the figures I have seen a radical change is that of a neighbor.
be because my neighbors when I was a child were more than family, were a landmark.
All the neighbors were uncles. No one was Mr. X, everyone was Uncle Toni, Aunt Mary, Uncle Frank, Uncle Ottavio, Aunt Catherine and so on. If
lacked sugar, bread, yogurt or whatever it was, we went from near and not for the big closer.
When I went out to play (Yes, gentlemen, I confess, we went out of prison, pardon me, four walls of the house to play), the parent of the moment you say "Do not hurt yourself because if not I'll kill you!" and you let go. He knew that someone would have checked whether the mess or if you were doing wrong.
And this was from 3 / 4 years.
Yes, you do not off that much. You were within a few hundred yards from home. But the complex system of housewives in and out of the house guarantees a constant control. And the incredible thing that Aunt Catherine would have checked that you do not creassi disasters even though he had children or if it was not a direct relative of yours. Not only do something if you would also get yelled at. And if you were within arm's reach, a slap would not be missed.
Where is over now that race of super men and super women?
Where is the neighbor who was a neighbor, sharing problems and needs with those who lived next door.
I remember vividly that when I was thirsty, in my games in the neighborhood, I entered the first house on hand to drink. Not going home. Too far away. Aunt Francesca and I went to ask for water.
I do not know, I seem to talk about something that is the result of a dream, so evanescent that seems to never have happened but it happened.
summer, people wore in the street verandas and wooden chairs, those straw and sat talking. What is she talking about? Ah, I do not know. Maybe nothing, maybe life, maybe gossip. Neither more nor less than what can be said on any board of Facebook. But it was done in a way that reinforced the common live as if all were part of a large ship crossing the ocean.
There were arguments, discord and mischief. Of course there were.
but it happens in the same compartment, it was all child of the same world. Even that you belonged.
And now?
Now I live in an apartment building where the neighbor greets me as if I was crazy and wonder if that, to identify the neighbor upstairs, I thought I'd toss up between a couple of people that do not cross on the stairs being quite sure of who is making a tap with the soles over my head. The neighbor across
(the person most cordial of the building) greets me with affection and the wife is always courteous. Perhaps they too for something that is left of that lost world.
However, even they have never entered the house, we were never asked for salt or eggs, have never drank coffee with us. And I happened to go to a bar at 10 o'clock at night to retrieve a bottle of water instead of asking the neighbors.
My wife tells me "Well, maybe disturb .....".
See how it has become extinct race of the good neighbor. Perhaps disturbed. Of course noise. In a community that seeks to support each other disorders. How do you not? Live 4 meters from each other. Bother us so much that condominiums often end up in court for the reasons more mundane and abject.
What is the solution to not bother? Go live away.
But if you live near you just understand that the disorder is a component of live together. We are not self-sufficient, not enough by themselves. We need the next.
Why have the neighbors to interact with, to trust, to ask the water to 10 at night makes you live in a dimension that is nearer to his human nature.
Feel of being in the world and in touch with the rest of humanity.
If the neighbor dies (I mean conceptually), something will replace it. Not someone, something. Perhaps the pkaystation, perhaps the big brother the Marcuzzi, maybe a barrel to kill some time. But people are dying and their substitutes are not people but surrogates.
Facebook and all the web 2.0 is wonderful. But you can not ask the creature to lend Zuckerberg of water at 10 pm or salt lunchtime. And Mr. Twitter do not you check your children if you can.
About WWF warns of the disappearance of the race of the good neighbor? You or I?
Hello and Think with your head.
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