2023-06-28 02:00:00
Today, on the way to the pharmacy, I ran into a man who had the trunk of his car raised and was looking at me insistently. As I got closer, as his look bothered me a lot, I told him: “today we are all suspected of something. You look at me suspecting that I can rob you and I look at you thinking that you have a corpse in the trunk of the car”. Here is the imprint of the democracy in which we live: theft. Anyone would think that we did the entire basic cycle by memorizing the verb to steal: I steal, you steal, he steals, we steal, you steal and they steal. Perhaps the man who was looking at me did not do so with this prejudice. But now we all feel persecuted. I am a 65-year-old man who has never stolen; therefore, it bothers me that they look at me as a suspect. For this and because at my age, even if I had been a thief all my life, they would have already made me “the farewell game”, because I can’t run 100 meters and my heart is already asking me for a way to get out of my chest.
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