A sensation of tensed string, of collective asphyxiation, is what I feel these days in the streets. Strange December this one, in which I don’t hear anyone make predictions for the New Year. Not even the shy prediction that 2008 maybe bringing us “better things.” These expectations we spent on the previous New Year’s Eve, when we speculated that with the 2007 would come the desired economic openings and the needed political changes.
By the end of July, it was clear that things were going a lot more slowly than we thought. The last weeks of December have left us the conviction that “up there” they are “buying time.” Announcements of all-day drinking water, repaired roads and new buses circling the city are the repertoire of what is promised to us. All of these goals remind me of the desired conquests of forty of fifty years ago, but how limited, late and false do they seem to me now.
Lacking shared hope and announced resolutions, I am going to make my own list of wishes, a simple and clear enumeration of desires for this leap year that starts tomorrow. At the head of these endeavors will be that, by next December, we don’t have this sensation of “another year gone without bringing us that which we desire so much.”
Photo caption: Expectant face