The elections of February 24th are approaching and in the streets of my city few people ask who will be our next president. However, I have decided to conduct an exercise – a useless one – to point out what I would like in the next person who is going to represent us:
- I don’t want a military person to lead the country (you know I’m allergic to olive green). I prefer civilians who don’t speak of cannons, but who know of my angst and my daily difficulties.
- I don’t desire another “charismatic” leader (that’s only good for nice pictures or to become an idol); but a modest administrator who would take care of the resources of the country and who doesn’t believe that he “leads” us but who knows that he must “serve” us.
- I would like someone who, at the end of his term would yield the seat to the next one who would be elected; or who we can remove ourselves if he stops representing us.
- I dream of (and here I show my feminism) a pragmatic housewife who, from up there will be concerned about bringing us to our senses and dedicated to reconciling her “troublemaker” children.
- I hope not to have another competent orator, but rather a rare specimen of politician who knows how to listen to us.
- I am not expecting a father – omnipresent and omnipotent – but a President, to whom I can complain – freely – in public.