Today I read an email sent to me by my friend Fabian on the situation of many children in the world. It's creepy.
But I can not with my genius.
heartbreaking when I see these images I can not stop thinking about our country.
The same thing happens when talking about pollution or that there were brothels in Paris last year, to cite some examples.
seems that it is easier to tear their clothes in front the computer screen and say "how terrible!" while at left, we crossed the sidewalk when it comes to some morochito.
While we think it must be painful sores of the guys that turn the bricks in the sun in Kenya (I think) we light up all the antennas in front of a small group of boys in the village and we fear being robbed and seriously or hurt us. While
cut the bridge that connects us with Uruguay over the paper we look at (but not smelling) Creek, also a short 30 blocks from the Casa Rosada. To say nothing of the bins we have in our country (such as Mission, is proven to produce cancer in the nearby town).
look on the news how the French (as glamorous them) arming terrible quilombos in the streets of Paris while we can not move properly through the streets of the capital due to picketing, marches and other herbs.
I am a convinced that charity begins at home. And we must leave us the fuck criticizing others (we are experts for that) and start looking at us a bit. The first step to solving a problem is recognizing it.
It may be a dreamer like John Lennon, and fortunately I'm not alone.
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