Talking about the uncertain

Sometimes I write in my blog NO RETROCEDAS and other times I write in my blog Solidarity in the Silk Route. I could simply close this blog, even if it were temporarily and write all my comments in NO RETROCEDAS but some of you have asked me to continue to write in the Route so this is exactly what I am going to do until we consider to trip to have come to a close.
Today, I have woken up in pain. My back aches like hell and I can hardly stand in an up-right position. I am getting old or a one-eyed man has given me the evil eye. I don’t hesitate. Pain depends on your attitude so I stretch, ouch, ouch and ouch. The pain remains and I haven’t got any better but at least Machús has enjoyed the scene while she looks at me half in awe and half incredulously. She frowns and starts to tell me off for not being more sensible towards the intense pain. “I’m sorry” I answer “but today I have more important things to do.”
I make my way to the “home” where four mates are waiting for me to go and see the world. We decide to start towards the Jurassic Museum in Colunga. It was a big let down as the entry fee was 6€, far too high for our very limited budget. We make do with some pictures and simply enjoying and taking in the views.
The landscape can be unimportant for some and yet overwhelming for others. Arma explains that until very recently he had not been conscious of the fact that he is living on a planet and he has difficulty taking in very open spaces. I hope this is a sign of maturity.
We decide to climb the Fitu. The weather is against us but the Asturian landscape is worth at any time. We climb happily, joking while Roca is dealing with the height. He is taking a lot of medicine and does not take well to the change. Wearing huge used-to-be rocker’s glasses he sits firmly on the seat as we laugh and encourage him. When we finally reach the viewpoint the fine Astur drizzle continues and even so it has been worth it. Asturias is a natural paradise and for many, especially those who are not from the region, it is the first time they are in direct contact with Mother Nature.
I chat with Arma. “The world must be an immense place, this is so big. From my window I could only see a small hill with eucalyptus, “ he explains. I am surprised to find that a human being does not go mad in such conditions. He is not innocent and he is aware of it. He seems to be coming to terms with the fact that this is not the way to go but it is so frightening to go back on the streets with so many difficulties. It seems a little ironic that a condemned bank robber should talk about being scared of being on the street. To find yourself alone, cast out from your family and with no clear future can be terrifying to say the least. I try to put myself in his place I can see how he may feel intimidated by the situation.
On our way back “home” we come across friend from “up there” and they are happy to see him and ask him where he is living and how he is doing. The answer is expected “ a cheap pension, charity meals, and that is about it.” Again their faces look worried “how am I going to manage? Will I be able to take what life has installed for me? Will my mother continue to turn me away?
They are definitely not angels but what should be done?
Wise men throughout history have made the same suggestion, that is, forgiveness and compassion. This may be easy to say but extremely difficult to feel. However, it is the only true solution.