"What's my life in these days?

It’s complex to describe the life of ourselves and even more is describing a life in “categories” such as “academic life”, “personal life”, “free time activities” and “perspectives for next year”. Life is a very changing “thing” that we can’t even explain. We try to drive it like a material thing: life planning with goals, strategies, and ideals and so on. Maybe I’m generalizing the life attitude of people. I thought I was a free mind man, living the live with careless. Although I planned my life unconscious –a libertarian life-, but I didn’t understood one thing of life: life is change.
The last year I met a nice woman, Cony, and we had one of each. In the summer Cony became pregnant, waiting a son of mine. Since the day we decided to take our son, my life has changed tremendously. All of my plans have changed in many ways, and so I still changing a lot. From the day that my son Lautaro arrived into the world, I feel like I’m broken in many pieces, trying to find a new order: new order of ideas, times, emotions, etc. I feel like I born again when my son born. In one face I’m very happy for Lautaro to come to the world, I love him more than any other person in the world. But in other face I try to find myself between all my “spiritual disorders”.
I have to divide myself into my many phases: The man who is lover; the man who is a son; the man who is a father; the man who is friend; the man who is politic; the man who is student; the man who is himself and tries to learn and growth what he likes most (like play guitar, studies of other subjects, making “trades”, etc.). And by all this, I have to rest.
Academic Life: pretty tight because the “condensed semester”, it’s stressing. Anyway, I love to learn and this keeps me in road.
Personal life: I’ve already mentioned it.
Free time activities: I don’t have too much free time, but when I do, I go to swim, play the guitar, write all kind of things, stroll with Cony, share with my family and friends, read many books, and, how not, rest.
Perspectives for next year: I see myself in the next year taking practice and career in CEPAL, MINVU, MOP or institutions like these. I think I will be working part-time, maybe I can be assistant in a social subject in university. These is a common perspective and can be “normal” or even desirable for many people, but I do really like to be a writer (in subjects of geography and literature), teacher, songwriter, trade maker and live in Valparaiso or far to the south of Chile.

My neighborhood

I have to say that i dont know too much about my neighborhood, and in my mind it’s basically the Street where i live –a small dead-end street called Manuel Sanchez, in Macul-. So, my street was a quiet place, with leafy trees, few cars, big houses and a small square at the end of the street –with many trees, bushes and grass-. Between my neighbors we used to say hello in the street and to be kind. I had like 5 friends in my street: Nicolás, Damián, Andrés, Francisco and Francisco –another one-. We used to play a lot in the street: soccer, tennis, water war, “25”, skate and so on. But one day, in 2007, a proprietary developer saw in my street the perfect place to maximize his benefits, the mayor (Puyol) saw the opportunity of increase the town people density and by this, increase other kind of capital inversions (Market rules) and also he saw in this the opportunity to bring to the people a “best service”, because the municipality is not more an organization statement: is a service provider and we are not neighbors anymore, now we are “USERS”. They called it progress. So, the building started its construction phase and my friends “across the street” went to other places in the city (the 2 Francisco, Andrés and Nicolás). Their parents sold their overprized houses, so, now they can live in Ñuñoa and “high” Peñalolén, because, as the municipality, their parents looked after progress. Today in my street, there is a 22 floors building with dozens of families. Today we don’t salute in the streets and there isn’t respect –because we are many person, many faces in the little street and some mother fuckers feel moral un-punishment in the anonymity-. My father lost his car –robbed from the pavement of my house), his laptop –Robbed from the house- and other items. So, we’ve progressed and we hope that with this, Manuel Sanchez will be a better place, like the other streets in which happened the same, lots of streets in Macul and Ñuñoa.
The propriety developer and the emprise says “Hey, the only law is the market law! The natural law of every man is to act and look after maximize his benefits! Jungle law!” And so… we are acting according to that. Some people thinks that this law will make progress, but it’s the progress of ones against others.
Ah, in other way, I live almost beside (but isolated) from a huge Hypermarket Lider® and some other surviving markets: Bazar, Hardware store, butcher’s and so on.