Step one: Early , my way to work, I pass by a neighbor. I ask him about his mother, who not long ago and knew I had decided to take her to a nursing home. He looks surprised, I guess the gesture and say: He died ... rueful nods. Excuses for not having advised and quickly says: "We did nothing, I was very sick."
I walk away from it thinking that our life has become a long series of steps, where important moments in our lives are lived in this way: as a further step. Births concerned about the gifts, birthday too animated show marriages, deaths express. I can not judge, just see a mirror that asks me.
try, while I move to take the bus, feeling my body, this present life and make a little less mechanical. Feel.
Step two: I receive "advances" of a new curriculum of the school where I teach, the school of theater in my city. I looked at it, one of my subjects is no longer. Nice way to find out ... The "advances" are decisions already taken and I found no desire to fight, but the authorities do come to my displeasure. Questionable now want more drama and less education, not questionable things done in this way. As a further step. We will treat us like things becoming tradable goods, usable and tirables. What else do you expect?
Step two: I receive "advances" of a new curriculum of the school where I teach, the school of theater in my city. I looked at it, one of my subjects is no longer. Nice way to find out ... The "advances" are decisions already taken and I found no desire to fight, but the authorities do come to my displeasure. Questionable now want more drama and less education, not questionable things done in this way. As a further step. We will treat us like things becoming tradable goods, usable and tirables. What else do you expect?
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