Now it is night. Background, below or above the music, hear the tinkling sound of a spoon against a cup or soup bowl. This is my home. The heels are high. Heeling the house so we know who's out, but never just quit or just never arrive. Now I could be myself lying on the couch with a spoon and a cup by the soundtrack of my dinner, watching episodes of SpongeBob , oblivious to the white hole filling a screen, while on another channel Egypt makes the revolution and change of regime. "Vanity or burkas? That is the question. Although this is not my question, do not even know if someone is the question. There may be no such issue. It is surprising that a revolution (that thing in the morning with the hope of overthrowing a government and feel free as the wind, as far as possible), could end up being this thing ironed and criminal and gray ash (or red or hosts) were schemes that left many of them. But so to speak, in fact nothing surprises me. I'm old. Grace said Juan de Mairena, is to be back de todo sin haber ido a ninguna parte. Veo a esas personas en las fotos tan conscientes de estar viviendo algo que podrán contar a sus nietos, de ser protagonistas o hacer bulto y ser voz de lo que suele denominarse un momento histórico. ¿Es posible que toda esta invocación de la libertad se vuelva alguna vez contra ellos y sus hijos?
En fin, no solo es posible, sino que es más que probable. Hay que estar muy bien colocado en el mapa para que las revoluciones no acaben siendo un viento pasajero de libertad. O de supuesta libertad, que en definitiva ya es bastante más que la falta de ella.
Encuentro este párrafo en un artículo de Houellebecq, escrito ya For twenty years or so (now posted Anagram), and it is inevitable to think about what is happening in Egypt:
"Some more direct witnesses of the" events of 68 "I was told it was a wonderful time, people were talking in the street, everything seemed possible, I believe. Others say simply that the trains stopped circulating, there was no gasoline, I admit. I see a common thread in all these testimonies: for a few days, magically, a huge and oppressive machine stopped working. There was a float, an uncertainty, all was suspended, and relatively calm spread across the country. Of course, shortly after the social machine turned back even faster, in a still more implacable (and May 68 only served to break the few moral rules hitherto hindered the voracity of its operation). "[Pg. 41 , Interventions, Anagram, 2011].
