Time, Colour and Species

I find it funny every time German people look at me with a weird yet welcoming smile when they see me all dressed up in colours. Not that Spaniards are not amazed at the fact that I know that there are more colours to the world than black, white and all shades between them no no. Rather like they show me a happy smile because they have identified me as being a Spaniard. Same thing for Spaniards smiling at Germans wearing flip flops with socks. We all smile at people who we can identify I guess although, to be honest, I think it’s rather a question of smiling to ourselves, so good we are that we can put a stick on others’ faces, so smart that we are. I am so proud to be myself. And to be able to exactly know what others are like, it’s so obvious! Can’t you see it?
Red and green and knowing with a smile.
You think it’s funny that Spaniards always arrive late and you laugh at me. Of course I know that that is my culture and that I have no reason for being late just because I was born were I was born. No tautology no no, only as far as an equation can also be said to be one. Of course there is a kind of acceptance as to everything which I do which, so to say, belongs to my culture. But that is no convincing reason. Don’t you dare allow me everything just because you were expecting it. Things can actually change. Things are in fact changing. Can’t you feel it?
One and twenty-four and sixteen minutes late. Before she had waited.
We are cliché human beings. Thanks god (dess ) (es ) ( us ). Otherwise we could not be social beings, maybe then we could not be humans either. Not that our social character is what defines us most no no. Or maybe, now that I think about it, maybe yes. Yes yes of course, it is that what defines us most. Social thoughtfulness and mindlessness thanks to which we can identify others and ourselves in opposition and our culture and our particular pickiness. We are, definitely, different species. Yet we all belong to one. Not that I want to make this a claim for difference or equalness or national, local or whatever kind of pride, or the opposite. Rather like the contrary. And, if I include both sides of the dichotomy in opposition to what I call the contrary, then I am denying both sides of it, and everything in between, the mere construction of such dichotomy, the mere fact of talking about difference and lack thereof and pride or lack thereof and all that discourse of which I am a bit bored. It is all a question of learning. Learning that we need to stop teaching others. Can’t you hear it?
You and me and us and millions and one.
Remember to forget for once your glasses.