In times when my nephew Emilio often stayed at his grandmother's house, where I also lived, was on my desk a couple of books by Lewis Carroll. On the cover of one of them appeared clearly the hare, always rushing, the story of Alice. Emilio, who knew perfectly on the splitting of Alicia - Mariana, I used to get to the desk to see the picture and I always said that in reality it was a picture of her mother (my sister Hilda), whom all life has been in trouble and eventually cut. How could it be that even after the wedding my sister ran to his class at the U. Guadalajara, instead of going to celebrate his own dismissal, leaving the family with the responsibility to talk with the new husband so marked the occasion? It's something that I had raised that day was the question that always appealed to their refusal to attend another lunch, dinner or family outing.
Now my nephew Emilio, at my invitation to go to dinner at the house where I live with her aunt and cousins, he says "I have no time, I'll be very busy." At nearly 16 years, is being invaded by the prediction / despcripcíon of that title Ulalume González de León: "Every time Monday." The problem is that in this city before we managed to go shopping and walk to Plaza del Sol and return an hour later, now just make that journey of nine lights that separate our respective homes (my nephew, my sister and my family) of the seventies and sometimes shopping consumes us in the sixty minutes before we were back.
How could that reached my day to read my many assignments (especially the hundreds of pages allocated and reviewed Ricardo Melgoza), and also had time to ride a bike, play soccer, invade the house Clinic of my friend and now my friend Juan Jose Morales, reading novels, wash cars (mine and my father and sometimes to my cousin Robertime), in addition to cutting the grass, remove leaves and sweep the garage entrance and mother's house, besides going to the movies as incongruous as Star-Wars and more of the time? How? Where did the time? What made it possible for the mother of my friend Juan José assigned me to take his father to take pictures over a wide area of \u200b\u200bLos Altos de Jalisco to promote road between Puente Grande Atotonilco and to ensure that his ranch was adequately comunicadoy Bethany we reached back in time for dinner? How do we get to go to school, make friends, visit my sister, cycling with my brother and friends, fight with my mother and walking with my father, all the same day?
Something has happened, in addition to my growing slowness in thinking and walking, which has made one activity take more hours in this city than it used to take. Could it be that we are also becoming hares and have to unfold in more now that our jobs have become more flexible and we are forced to spend more hours at the computer we were passing in the "slow" a typewriter? How does not result in faster more free time? Why is so little time I can devote to my children, if at the age my father I have now reached to climb the snow of Colima with us, our cousins \u200b\u200band friends and even lead to eating Ciudad Guzman? Is it that we got up early, and teachers who "work" 25 hours day? Mysteries of a rate that now amounts to "all the time in January ..." and in which the productive years and recreation without realizing we have just ... is it just because of daylight savings time?
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