Psychotic Nation

have you notice that you can't appreciate a painting if you don't take some distance to look at it?, some perspective? well, home countries are like paintings for the ones who start the non-stop wondering aroung the world. My Chile, my painting.
Last night I was at the house of a friend from Ecuador, and some of the girls showed us a short documentary about the situation with the zapatista army in Mexico. the short film started with a mexican boy, son of a politic prisioner, telling a "nice poem called: This is enough!".- a little young boy, telling a story full of rage trying to look cute, I thought. the whole escene was disturbing me at some extent, why? I started thinking in all the political revolutions of South America, all the people saying pretty "left-wing" discourses, and I realized that always have made me feel uncomfortable about being southamerican, (I mean, wait a minute, I'm left wing, I'm a liberal, but just the idea of holding a pale on my hands in a revolutionary fashion just doesn't fit, it doesn't feel ok, why?...) and then i noticed the enourmous dissociation of my country. we have a bloody political history, there is a wound in our nation that hasn't been healed, justices hasn't been made and we have been raised trained in the arts of "living as if nothing happened", trained in the arts of becomming blind, or amnesic. but the truth is that is my history, that is on my blood; it is on my "to do" list to do something for justice be made, for wounds to be healed, for tellin an alternative story

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