Citizens of Boomtown support the Ukrainian people
Written. In April.
While I was writing here, a friend from Senegal (he´s 17) was asking if I knew things about Bob (I shared "Letters from home" on my FB profile, that´s why he started a conversation). He never heard a song from this man, but he told he read about him in a local magazine, and his parents tell stories about 80´s and they are very thankfull for everything Bob did for them. Beautiful, isn´t it?
Beautiful text. I like Bob´s fluency in literature. He writes like magic. It´s also possible to notice this in his lyrics and books. I´m a really big fan (that´s not a surprise 😂).
Well, I felt a little strange reading this letter, especially at the end when he says about needing to go back to a physical society . I used to be more romantic about people, but I see so many disrespect, selfishness and fight for authority and power that this makes me feel sick. I don´t know who I should believe anymore. I think this pandemic time is showing who people really are.
I work in a very poor place (it´s called favela in Brazil). We do our best everyday, trying to help people to find a way to move on, specially kids and teens. These hard times, while everybody is at home, locked and eating, they keep waking up early, going to work, kids are by themselves on the streets because schools are closed, and most of them are dying. This is the big difference among social classes. Opportunities aren´t equal and it seems these things are becoming more and more evident.
I don´t have to go to my job or expose myself on the streets, my home is comfortable and I have food when I feel hungry, bed when I feel tired, books and things to do, but they don´t, and few people care about it. This fact is enough to make me think about the humanity future. I wish I could be a romantic person like I was before, but sometimes I feel I´m losing my faith.
Sorry for saying so many things here. It's just a reflection about Bob's text (a beautiful and deep text, by the way)