Letter to my all lovely unknown Latin american brothers.
When I started learning languages, hermano, my goal was take anything and read it or listen to it by my own, without the translator's useless helping, neither the influences of side-political-misinterpretation, finding all the answers to our problems alone. Albeit I can understand 4 of them, I feel something is lacking incompletely, because I, without clothes,without barriers, withou filters, the global new spins in the wind, blowing too fast cutting my skin that I cannot avoid to feel some pain when I "practice my reading" or "practice my listen".
I had enough of " that's manipulated by the "left", this is scam from the "right"blablabla..). Now I can follow the news , "fluently", my "languages skills" have become my devil: I can see and I can hear .But imagine listen to it without pauses, watching without blinking, day and night, that every country in South America is reigned by crisis or crisis ahead. That hurts.
I really can feel , finally "without filters", when a young Colombian girl or an Argentinian boy says "We are tired ". I can practically taste the salt from the tears from a Venezuelan old lady saying "I need a help".
We turned back to live like 50 years ago..the same thing, the same way, the same reasons to be shame, the same sadness either, the same Marshall plan's patterns.
I'd been learning another language to be happy. But I'm not unfortunately yet.
Today when I open the Youtube channels and watch the transmission alive of Latin america and so, oh chicos, I cry. What's going on again with us ? Again, brother, the richer against poorer?? really?..Again, amigos, "more of the same"??
For you all my dear unknown Latin american brothers my condolences.
Sincerely,
D.