Debris ( Column # 7 published in 2008 in the late portal Ekovoces News )
Nobody could believe it. I remember that day I woke up early to go to school. My dad stopped me before I came out and said the TV. The Twin Towers are falling, he said while watching the screen dumbfounded. I thought it was a joke or one of these videos spoofing for any fan of special effects. But it was real. The September 11 Twin Towers collapsed along with the assurance that two figures can not only look indestructible, but also immutable and eternal.
remember this because a few days ago I watched a documentary on the attack, which explained that the Twin Towers were constructed so that they could withstand the impact of an airplane. However, Torres did not withstand the attack and fell one after another. There was nothing more than debris (steel, drywall, wood) and the bodies of people who escaped.
Failure to escape a building that has collapsed due be terrible. Not only because it is aware that he could die at any moment, but the anxiety to remain indefinitely under the rubble. Trapped victims screaming and begging for help in the wreckage of a building destroyed by an act that causes harm to others. I associate this with the divorce of my parents, who see it as a reminder of destruction as the main affected lies in the rubble of insecurities, unfinished feelings and obsessions of one of the protagonists that project (for lack of another player) on a third. And the third was me.
The story is simple: the father leaves the house due to constant bickering. The daughter supported this decision because he believes what is best for the quiet family, but the mother becomes obsessed with her daughter because of the fear of loneliness. This obsession is reflected in constant interrogation (with the excuse of "knowing you're okay" or "I have fear that something happens to you") or threats ("if you go, I'm dying", "if anything happens, it will be your fault "), among other manifestations of the victim as female and Latin America that not only scares daughter, but fills it with a sense of guilt instilled from childhood. Does that sound familiar? You may also sound familiar to them ad nauseam, the release of the constant manipulation, lack of affection justified the feeling that the relationship has broken and that the damage is irreparable.
After seeing that documentary, I think that the fragility of the family and these people we call parents is similar to the fragility of the towers that fell six years ago. Impacted by aircraft, is coming down one after another. Rubble, victimhood, suffering that they are innocent, screaming for help, bickering, firefighters trying to find survivors, manipulation, fear, anxiety, weariness, soil, debris, dust. The fragility with which it destroys the world (our world) and the ease with which everything changes, including what appears to be more secure and immutable trapped leaves many we may never be rescued.
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