Cooking with time

For a fine cooking, time is needed. 

Quality time. I guess good ideas strike better when our attention is focused.

It has to do with something that our society almost forbids. Wasting time. 

It´s not being wasted, but it looks, feels like it is. 

I´m not really a specialist in the matter, but there´s something going on in our minds when we are able to let distractions disappear, and we are just there, present, aware of that precise moment. Imagination awakens, thoughts start colliding, and just as planets are formed, ideas happen. 

It may be a sound, it may be a memory, it may be a scent, the trigger can be any... and so the brain does what any mind was born to do... it condenses all that electricity, all those links happening at the same time, and tries to give them sense. It turns them into something we can deal with. Something which we can create. 

What a delicious language english is. Let´s admit it. It´s so easy to learn, write, so straightforward. I´ve even came to think that this language might have been an important reason for the United Kingdom and North America winning world wars. Mainly because it is fast. And wars require speed. 

For me writing about this is almost a treason. I come from a culture who hates english people. We even have songs written, which we choir in our football matches. 

I know we even tried to be invaded by the British Empire, and we kicked them out. Nevertheless there´s a famous joke in my country which says: "We should have let them in, better be conquered by english, than by Spanish". So I guess we are not, that dumb. We do recognize Great Britain is an important source of many things, the main one for me being its culture. 

I know, I know we feel proud of that famous, brilliant goal of Maradona. It even became a national symbol for us. But you see? It´s right there, in front of our eyes and we can not get a grasp of it yet. 

Argentinian culture, or its degeneration into what it is today, is our Achilles heel. And we are even proud of it! It became a national symbol! 

Winning by cheating! 

It is a symbol of revenge, maybe it has a slight taste of justice in it as well. But not for me. Not for my generation. I´ve seen my country falling down over and over again, to that rusty old mentality where we think that we should win, either by respecting the rules, or by bending them. 

And... My conclusion is, after more than 30 years living here, I´ve seen my fellow citizens, fall down to the same mistakes, the same treacherous and mediocre mentality, over and over again. 

My conclusion is that no healthy society can be built bending rules over and over again. I get it, I understand that rules should also be flexible, or have the capacity of change faster than nowadays. But let´s agree on something, there is no possible structure if we keep on cheating on ourselves, over and over again. 

So that´s it, I´m changing sides. I´m even writing this in english. Maybe this is my sign, the only I´ve got left, to tell you my fellow brothers and sisters, that time has come, to lower our heads, and try to learn from those who have mastered order, those who where able to thrive by being correct.