A story from the parallel world
By José Joaquín López
For some time now I have successfully achieved my astral unfolding. I lie down in my bed, I close my eyes, I concentrate and I slowly say the word FARAON, until I manage that my astral body unfolds and leaves my carnal body. Then I see myself lying there with my eyes closed on my bed and I observe from the perspective of the ceiling the complete disorder in which my bedroom is maintained. And I leave my house, and I start to go up and up, I see the clouds above and I leave the atmosphere and I see how beautiful the Earth is from the outside and how it looks from little Guatemala. Then Pedro appears, my extraterrestrial friend who also unfolds but from another galaxy and who has those long fingers and the face of cucumber with acne. And he tells me how boring his planet is where all the people behave in a sensible way, they do not vote in elections for the most demagogue, they do not invent wars that nothing to do and do not repeat until the satiety that everything arranges that great abstract and perfect spectrum that is called market. And I tell him what a pity, that here everything is resolved by the bad, as it should be. If democracy does not serve to do what we want, then it must be discarded and the conscious and intelligent people who voted for our candidates is an idiot manipulated when voting for others or when sending back home to foreign miners. That's why when it's time to say goodbye to Pedro, he leaves feeling cockroach and I return very proud to the Earth, although with some regret for how backward the poor extraterrestrials are.