At first, even working is fun. I have a friend who is going through that phase. When she has a quarter of an hour left to go out and she has finished all his tasks, he says that he is going “to waste time in the corner.” That is: he ties his shoelaces, pretends to review some papers, stares at the screen while remembering the goals he scored when he was a junior… Enjoy the ceremony of the farce until the clock strikes the right time. So he gets up and leaves. The dance of parsimony. Wasting time in the corner.
I would say, by the way, that Few children really know what their parents’ work consists of.. Mine certainly do not know. As children we know that our parents go to a factory, a bakery or a newspaper, but little else. I would also say, in fact, that if we parents explained everything we have to do from the time the alarm clock rings until we go back to bed, in general, the children would focus their educational energy on preparing the way towards the maximum possible stillness: a placid adult life without too many complications. My children should know a ‘minute by minute’ of any week of their parents, as a warning, but no. Nobody really explains the details, I don’t know why, and then vocations, dreams and aspirations come into play, then he shows up to see what’s going on, and when you want to realize what’s going on, it’s an ambulance. That’s what they don’t know. And it hits you. That is what happens.
I knew, for example, that my mother went to work at a savings bank every day, but little else. I think she gave loans to companies or something like that, she decided them, I still don’t have much idea. Once I went up to her office, to visit, and everyone was super nice to me. I thought that smiling attention was due to my natural charisma, but now I sense that it helped that she was the boss and I was her son, just the same.
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In the weeks leading up to my wedding, which I also faced without knowing anything about weddings, from time to time gifts arrived at home. My mother, who was a smart girl from humble origins, looked at the greeting card next to the delivery man, at the very door. If she felt there was a conflict of interest with her job, she always returned gifts. She didn’t go into the details with me, but now I intuit that running out of televisions for strangers had something to do with those loans, those companies and those decisions. And I’m not telling this so you think “what a good person Ballester’s mother is”, although she certainly is. I tell this to justify the previous paragraphs and to say to all those people that my mother already took early retirement a long time ago, that they can send me those gifts again without any problem, please forgive me.
My parents were and are more useful to society than I am, and my children will be too, zero doubts about that and zero worries. In the future, when my grandchildren ask me what was he doing while world war 3 started, I will have to answer that “write a story about Grajo and Chorli, the new drones of the Local Police”. And when they insist with a “and what else” I’m afraid it will get worse. What else? Spend the night watching Conference League recapsthinking about memes with Kimmich, Valle and ‘Compañeros’, reviewing Mingo’s career on Wikipedia… Wasting time in the vital corner, as always, hoping that my grandchildren don’t demand too much of my memories, because here you will not find any hero.
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