Every Monday morning I regret having a job.
The violent noise of the alarm clock demanding attention, my cold nose feeling the temperature of the world outside my douvet, the thought of another eight hours in front of the computer screen checking data somebody else collected... really do not give me reasons to be happy.
This Monday though was even worse. First thing I did was to check the news with the sole purpose to postpone checking this weeks data. And I realized that this Monday was one of the most sad Mondays I have ever experienced.
Pinochet died.
Many people were happy with his death. They went on the street celebrating that a person who caused so much pain to the people of his country finally died.
Many people were sad. People who believed in what he did. His supporters who thought that he build up a good future for his country.
I was sad. Not sad... furious. Yes... Why?
Because yet another bastard, another evil dictator who killed people's bodies souls and spirits had the priviledge to die peacefully in his bed without ever being judged and punished for what he did, for the pain he caused.
For he not only injured people. He injured ideas and people's hopes for a better future and freedom.
And here all faithfull people on earth would say that he will be punished by God.
But this is just a compensation for the weak, who cannot face the cruelty of our world.
I suppose after all there is not better job than being a dictator. And be good friends with the USA, come to that. Where can I send my CV?
