La desaparición gradual de los valores familiares …

A few years after I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small
town. From the beginning, dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer
and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly
accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind,
he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: mum
taught me good from evil, and dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he
was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with
adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always
knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able
to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball
game. He made me laugh and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped
talking, but dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each
other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for
peace and quiet. I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger
never felt obligated to honour them.

Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our
friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four
letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.

My dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged
us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly
and pipes distinguished.

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes
blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced
strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... and NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our
family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was
at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' house today, you would
still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to
him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name? We just call him "TV".
He has a wife now... we call her "Computer".
Their first child is "Cell Phone".
Second child "iPod".
And more recently came a grandparent to "iPad".

fuente: Na-k. Un argentino hijo de japoneses que vive en Hong Kong haciendo nosequé y que no se pierde ningún partido de Boca.


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