Until the pandemic arrived, There were enough people who, If I could, He left home at Christmas. Escaping from an "ephemeris" that has little already sacred? To countries without "standard religion"? Throwed, As the ultras Catholics would say, In the arms of an "unleashed" atheism? Perhaps. We could also include those who fled from the "debauchery" consumerist and gastronomic that brought together relatives to which the rest of the year was avoided.. Anyway, shellfish, Alcohol and expendable gifts ended as allies of religion.
However, The current economic crisis - concluded to the previous one and "for a walk" with the pandemic - has drastically stopped that orgy of nonsense, And a broad spectrum of the public has lost the possibility of disappearing in the antipodes. Without forgetting that the measures of certain governments against "bug" are strict enough to prevent any escape veleity. With the attachment of possible pandemics in the future, consequence of the "unconcentration" of other viruses because of climate change, that continues its incontinent course towards the future.
A curious fact, however, is that families feel demoralized for not being able to meet with their loved ones, While I have evidence that some of these families were quite likely to carry out the escape I have spoken in the first paragraph.
A friend who worked in the emergency room told me that Christmas Eve and Christmas were days with a large number of patients victims of white weapon
I wonder if there will not be a kind of "emotional autotramp" or conscious falseing - in this "club" we could include the "denialists" - to attack governments for not letting us meet more than ten relatives of a single -tacked one. I say it because a good friend, who worked in the emergency department of a renowned Valencian hospital, I told me that the night of the 24 December and noon of 25 They were days with a wide number of patients victims of white weapons in homes. Is it a thing of nougat and alcohol or will there be more?
My innate curiosity took me, When I was a high school teacher, To ask several years and anonymously to my students in how many of their family Christmas meetings there had not been a single confrontation. The average used to be two or three students for every 200 ... how much interesting psychoanalytic material! How many fighting avoided those "prepazed" Christmas escapes!
Yet, a few years here, There are families composed of a considerable number of generations - books, padres, children and grandchildren - who decide to celebrate the "Christmas phases" emigrating to exotic regions; generally, on a cruise that the patriarch usually pays in a boast of generosity.
There are families of several generations that decide to celebrate the "Christmas phases" emigrating to exotic regions, usually on a cruise
The main "pro" of such decision is that family frays are diluted in a relaxed environment and with the presence of too many witnesses to demonstrate publicly. As for the multiple "cons", According to environmental and health experts, Boats for tourism are one of the roads that most pollute the oceans, because the human waste explodes such transport is poured directly to the sea without any precautionary measure and, also, They are usually abundant. For the number of users and the enormous amounts of food that engulf and disposable scarves that throw overboard.
This expeditionary model, who has little adventurer and much disrespectful with the planet we occupy, It can also be subjected to Serious Lacras Morales. Now, That ship that sailed during the first wave of the pandemic comes to mind and that began to accumulate corpses. No government wanted to host it in one of its ports for fear of the new plague. How new pandemics will appear, We will have to think about the opportunity to enjoy another means of transport not so fragile.
With regard to the farewell of the year that was leaving and the welcome to which it entered, I could find us in our habitual residence, in which case the citizens celebrated - I have never finished understanding why the solstice is not celebrated, quite more original - the event with more food, Drink and the occasional matasuegras. As for those who used to leave, They opted for snow - what could lead, In the absence of practice, at least one sprain or a fracture would usually be, some fashion city where to buy even more or some exotic destination of long mileage.
This year the enthusiasts of this type of expeditions have nothing easy
In any case, This year, Enthusiasts of this type of expeditions have nothing easy; for having an empty pocket, Because of the duel for some important loss or for the danger that our viral friend does one of his. Nor do those who stay because of the veto to mass meetings have easy because of the veto.
Finally, Our country celebrates the feast of the Magi - Originarians of the East - who bring gifts to our citizenship. In other places, The delivery of gifts is celebrated from Santa Klaus or Santa Claus. Although it came from a region of Türkiye - you know until not long visited at Christmas by our countrymen—, The bad Nordic languages ??claim that he went down to Almería to collect the gifts. Another tireless traveler, as.
But let's go back to those who abandon us during a fortnight to travel without tourist agencies in between or impelled by the need to flee. They are the ones that interest me the most, Because traveling is for them a kind of drug.
It happened to me more than once. I still remember that, A few months before Christmas, As I knew where I wanted to go, I bought the plane ticket to get more affordable prices. After, At the beginning of December, I began to write down everything I would need, that did not used to be much, For that of light luggage. A couple of days before the game, He already had the backpack and the house exit was undertaken loaded with energy. Then - often after almost an entire day of various flights and airports—, When he got off the plane, I tried not to hurry on the way to the tape that would return my backpack. No one was waiting for me, therefore, I had to run to hug relatives from those who had been separated, as with immigrants.
A couple of days before the game, He already had the backpack and the house exit was undertaken loaded with energy
Likely, These separations do not suppose excessive tensions in family gatherings, because the distance is usually surrounded by melancholy and good purposes.
Once before the tape, with the presence of spirit, I was watching the arrival of my flight classmates. It used to appear and collected with joy for its owners. If my backpack did not appear right away, crossed his fingers to appear: It is always uncomfortable that your belongings end up sleeping the dream of the righteous at some distant airport.
When, finally, It appeared, It seemed a little older to me; Perhaps for having spent many hours in the jaws of a few planes and shaking mercilessly by those who transcend the luggage; perhaps terrified for having lived in the guts of some aircraft off from a conflict zone; perhaps captivated by some story that his neighboring suitcases had told him. In any case, My old backpack became the passing of the years in listening and skilled chronicler of portentous legends.
Once together, My backpack and I got hooked on each other's back and became adventure and acrobats of travel newspapers, rolling at will and stubbornly until the calendar notified us of the end of the adventure. We returned with some prodigious romances torn to the desire; Maybe to tell them in a magazine specialized in traveling experiences of the past.
