Hemos tenido miles de años de líderes religiosos, filósofos, pensadores libres y científicos políticos que han explicado la causa y el efecto del comportamiento destructivo. Entendemos lo que está bien y lo que está mal, igual que podemos captar todos los tonos de gris. Esto es algo propio porque lo conocemos mejor. Esto es mucho más fundamental que la Iglesia o el Estado. Y antes de que nos avergüences a ambos preguntando… no, no estoy teniendo un momento católico. Nosotros, la raza humana, hemos cometido un pecado terrible e imperdonable. “Mira, no voy a señalar con el dedo a ningún país, ninguna religión ni partido político. I imagine Little Cam deserted, with everyone dead and gone and only me left in the shadows. The courtyard is empty, bare, covered in decaying leaves. As if brushed away by some invisible broom, these people whom I've known my entire life disappear. The scene shifts and blues in my imagination. How will I possibly be happy, remembering the light in my mother's eyes? The swiftness of Uncle Antonio's steps as he dances? The way my father stands on edge of the courtyard, smiling in that vague, absent way of his? Will I grow tired of parties one day? Will my birthday become meaningless? I imagine myself centuries from now, maybe at my three-hundredth birthday, looking all the way back to my seventeenth. For me, birthdays are notches on an infinite timeline. For these moral humans, birthdays are a kind of countdown to the end, the ticking clock of a dwindling life.
And yet as I watch them, I feel more intensely than ever the knowledge that I'm not one of them.
“They all seem infected with a vivaciousness that isn't common in our compound, and there are more smiles on their faces than I've ever seen at once.
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