
Well, after a birthday (a few days ago), I usually think back over my life, or parts of my life and I wonder if I really remember things as they occurred or if I am editing the past. So, this year was no different. I can say that I have a completely accurate file of memories in my mental «hard drive» and things I remember did really occur.
Like…
Well, I grew up listening to music. Luckily for me I was introduced to The Beatles and became a life-long fan. Actually their songs helped me to get better acquainted with the English language and what they taught me I still practice to this day. Of course, I also listened and absorbed the music of my own country and familiarised myself with its sounds, rhythms, lyrical structure et cetera et cetera…
I have also seen travel and have lived in other countries, especially the United States, for many, many years of my life. I don’t really understand how that happened, but it had everything to do with my parents decisions at the time due to work considerations. But that experience opened my eyes and my mind to many things which I am quite grateful for.
I saw military service, deployments and conflicts in places where I never thought I would go and never see. And that helped me as well to strengthen my body and mind and to also accept and respect other people that seemed and looked different from me and from those I was accustomed to seeing.
I entered police work, thinking it would be transitional and punctual but it lasted a lifetime…
I saw revolutions and massacres, witnessed famines, hunger, death, destruction, terrorists and murderers turned into heroes and liberators, fanatics trying to shove their thoughts and religions down everybody else’s throats, rotten, corrupt politicians lying and stealing, tyrants ruling by telling their victims that they are the builders of communism so everyone can be equal while in truth they were being starved to death, ambitious dictators that tried to expand their boundaries to the detriment of so many who perished, I have witnessed the brainwashing of so many that thought, and still think that communist murderers like Che Guevara is a freedom-fighter and that mass murderers like Stalin and Mao were the best alternative for the growth and development of their countries, I have seen the persecution of Nazi war criminals but not the persecution of communist war criminals, paradoxes, paradoxes, paradoxes…
Well, enough for one chapter, I’ll leave it here, Diary, until chapter 2…








