past weekend, we went to a farm near the airport. In the midst of our rumba, a friend who had gone to sleep, got up and left the farm with a lot of anger and without notice. We were all surprised because he did no apparent reason, and it was 4 am in a place very far from home, with few ways to get there. We went to look at several cars, we toured the area, ask and I personally thought the worst. The only thing missing was calling the police, and we would have done had it not been for She sent us a text message saying he was fine. At that time we went to sleep, but the stress and fear experienced charged us the peace of our sleep.
next day at breakfast, and while we talked about last night, we started making some jokes about it. But it was one of the tasteless jokes I've heard or said during life. I think where our friend or boyfriend we have heard, the fight would have been monumental. But these jokes was something we needed to do.
say that there is nothing heavier in terms of jokes that an operating room. Doctors commonly mock patient, and this has led a great debate about respect for pactientes and physician behavior. I remember reading a magazine chronic Soho on a night in a room where a patient came with a bulb in the rectum. Physicians named him the "enlightened", made jokes saying things like "we eye melts" and " had used energy-saving bulbs to."
Anyone would think that these doctors are few hijosdeputa, and not care about their patient. But that does not. Able to laugh about the horrible things that happen around us is something that makes us good and necessary. The gringos call it comic relief , or comic relief, and I think his name is not free. When something bothers me a lot, my girlfriend usually say.
Santi, calm down, you'll see that then we laugh at this
Thank God nothing has happened bad enough, which caused more tears than laughter. The point is that after a trauma or an episode of extreme stress, sometimes is therapeutic reinrnos or more of them. Two years ago I had an accident where I fell 4 meters above the rocks, which broke my left cheekbone and knee. I was caught by a rope and I'm not sure what happened, if the rope failed or what, but I ended up down on the rocks. Fortunately it was not anything very serious, and after a couple of surgeries and a recovery period was like new. But today is the day my friends and family I have to say
Vos you fell because the rope to loosen up and greet comb
Then burst out laughing. I confess that I feel some anger be the subject of ridicule, but is imporante that they can. If something does not trigger a tragedy, when they can laugh about it. It is important to level the weight we had to go through with a little lightness of humor. If something can be learned from Milan Kundera, is that life is a balance between these two things, and that the lack or excess of any result in something nefarious.
is very curious that it had spent the past weekend, I have decided to write about this today, and we're on the anniversary of assassination Jaime Garzón. What I perceived as a crime absurd at the time, I can see a larger dimension. At that time a bullet hit him a sense of humor of a country, and ceased perhaps one of the most important critical voices in this country. No one person killed, killed lots of laughs and many thoughts focused on us out of the barabarie. We also condenaraon a long period of heaviness, which in the end makes it hurt the spirit. God rest his soul in descanzo. And care for others as Vladdo, Daniel Samper Ospina, and the other comedians of this troubled Colombia.
I think that everything written here is not even close to size the importance it has for me to have meaningful of humor. Because I believe that when you lose and die as a human being when it is unable to laugh or even my own Birdbrain and stupidity, then I will be in hell. I think my friends, but do not know, as much as I appreciate it. At least still make me laugh and laugh at my jokes, even if they may seem heavy at times. Since Sunday morning, when we find out a little more leg of our friend, it was because he thought he heard we were talking about it. And also because he thought someone was taking water custionó (and not something else) in a thermos bottle which took all night. That heat was mine, and she I left the farm before leaving. There was still some water in it. Before leaving I passed it to a friend and said
Hey Andy, do you want a little water to the madness?
Lugo returned to laugh to ease some of the horrible night.
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