was another unsettling and boring workday. Sunday morning. I hate working on Sunday morning. In the absence of about three hours to get home and relieve my pain doing something truly gratifying and rewarding as listening to music, read a comic or give me a nap.
another Sunday morning in the workplace. And if I try to concentrate deeply in the field of view my wristwatch, the secundero surely turn in the opposite direction. As in those classes last Friday at the school. On Sunday morning were not invented to be working ...
Coincidentally, deep in my routine cleaning and alienation, I found a book. The Mosquito Coast Paul Theroux of . With Harrison Ford fronted by on the cover. One of those paperbacks seeking buyers among those who still judge a book by its cover. As if adapting a novel to film to give greater credence to the literary work. As if all the books that have not been brought to the big screen is not worthwhile.
Fulfilling my duties, I went to Lost, a bottomless box of items that people forget in the cold hotel room (my workplace) full of shoes, clothes, glasses and (mostly) Chargers mobile. Along the way I decided to check out the book. Because you can not find a book every day. Because people do not forget books. Because people no longer travels with books. Because it is always worthwhile.
The first page I found this note.
So I listened. I changed my way into the room of employees and save the workbook in my backpack. The morning and was not boring and maddening or during the three hours that separated me from freedom did not stop one second to think about the treasure that awaited me back home. Someone had "forgotten" that book for someone else to find and make sense of this object made of paper and ink. For a moment I felt part Fahrenheit 451. For a moment, having that book in my hands made me feel special link in a chain of clandestine readers (because the best readings have always been the secret).
Although I had long heard of this initiative, I am not interested in the bookcrossing up that Sunday morning a couple of weeks. Now I know who owned this book before and what was their goal by quitting "forgotten" between the couch cushions where I found: someone to do what he or she would not be able to do: read.
This little story made me think more deeply on issues that take a long time talking in the blogosphere. As the need to separate culture and capital and to seek ways to end the impudence of institutions like the SGAE to claim tax ideas, words, melodies ... culture, what we were, are and will be.
The book is a sort of living in a constant state of hibernation, waiting. So, my task will be to get this copy of The Mosquito Coast a nap shelf where he has immersed who knows how many years. When finished, it again lost to stop the chain continues and sleep periods do not last as much as before. And of course, try to contribute to this idea of \u200b\u200b"liberating" a copy of 1984 , my favorite book. Because I have spoken of Fahrenheit 451, suffice it to say that this movement of illegal books is one of the best ideas that I have known lately to try to rescue our civilization from the dystopia which look set irremediablemtente.
At the end of the day, I do all this. I found a book that made me think without having read it yet. And above, I was happy working a boring Sunday morning, when I needed it.
( Bookcrossing describes itself as "the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be collected and read by others, who would later do the same. If you are interested in the idea, do not miss their web .)
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