At 9:30 in the morning I went to my car. Next to the garage, at the entrance of my house were a couple of employees from the Baruta City Hall. There were sowing new plants in the square that is in front of my house.
“Good morning”, I said. Immediately the guys stopped their job unbelieving what they had heard. Then they answered: “Good morning, mi pana [my friend]”, and then they returned to their work.
While I was driving I try to understand why they put such faces when they heard me. I’m deeply convinced that they weren’t expecting to receive a salutation from me. I mean, in this society filled with a bold social prejudice, why a middle class Caucasian guy should approach in a kindly way to a pair of swarthy gardeners of the city hall? It’s sad, but true. There’s a gap that’s destroying the social tissue of our country.
In order to change things someone has to take the first step. Saluting another as an equal could be an invaluable sign to obtain peace.
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