IMMIGRATION
Our country
arrived impoverished, and sad to the celebration of
the New Year. The continuous succession of
governments, that ensued, confused the population. These shameful events,
produced frustrated reactions, even though, these governments were chosen by the
people!
The lack of job
opportunities, and growth expectations, has made many of us seek other horizons.
Our dreams to
build a future for us and for our loved ones, in our country, are impossible to
attain.
We have already
known, with great sadness, of other emigrations, years ago.
In the 70s, many
of our citizens were forced to flee a cruel dictatorship, in order not to fall
in the hands of torturers, or made to disappear, with the excuse
of “reorganizing the
National
Process!”.
Fortunately,
that nightmare is in the past, although there are Mafioso procedures that are
being discovered, under the benevolent eye of the political power.
For example; a murder, with no one accused and no one caught, or a political ploy, with no popular appeal, just to benefit those that have the most!
And with these
words, I finish with the political aspect of my thoughts... Plato
wrote, that Socrates said, “It is better a
dictatorship of the dignified and virtuous, to a democracy of thieves and
corrupt people”. It is food for thought!
I return, to this new pain, this new mourning.
Those that emigrate, and those that bid them farewell, and
stay on. The travelers are adolescents or young adults. They are
basically sons and daughters. Those that bid them
farewell, are older people, and usually parents.
Parents that
buy telephone cards, in order to have the pleasure of listening to the voice of
their children. Those parents had to learn to use a computer to send e-mails,
in order to receive the answers, that they waited so
anxiously for.
Both, parents
and children had to deal with the loss of the daily bonding, and Love is just
that: a daily bonding.
These
children will have to become familiar with a new
geography, with new ways. They might have to learn another language, and accept
the reality to feel, during a long time, strangers in a country where
their ancestors arrived, long ago to Argentina.
And here, in
Argentina, life continues. On weekends with their usual “cookouts” , their
friends and those small things that mean affection, like
dulce de leche, ( a sweet jam ), the
newspaper, the colectivo (a small bus) the corner
kiosque, and those typical phrases that one uses
daily, the voice of the announcers and the musical curtain announcing a certain
program in radio or T.V., soccer and the familiar coffee shop, where the waiter
would bring the “cortadito” (coffee and milk in a
small cup), while the customers comment on the weather and how the price of
goods have gone up, the night life of Buenos Aires, and the streets that they
walked together, meditating on their children’s emigration.
Those that
accompany their dreams of growth to
Ezeisa airport, after the farewell, could express
their emotion that they try to hide, in the farewell embrace.
With mixed
emotions, but Great Hopes, the children travel on those airplanes.
I don’t want to
remain only with suppressed emotion. I prefer the hope of thinking that those
dear travelers, can “ can find their place in the
world”, where they can have a way of life with dignity and happiness.
Those of us that stay on, must always encourage them, without giving in to the possessive egoism of only wanting them near. This will help them attain their goal of realizing their dreams.
Our Love will
continue to be Love, in spite of the distance and a reunion will
always be possible.
Their
achievements will be our happiness, and that happiness will help to minimize so
much longing.
Once again: Gentlemen, politician, bid for Democracy to survive.
Thank You,
Dr. Carlos Juan Bianchi, always waits for news from Madrid, where his sons, Carlos Hernán, and Sabrina, Live and Love each other, while they struggle to succeed in this Life.