In a forgotten continent called America, just to the south, almost closer to the ocean, is Peronia.
Peronia has existed since 1946, when a soldier along with trade unionists took the presidency as a hostage.
From then until today, the citizens of Peronia continue to follow the same rules: high controls that regulate life, inflation, impossibility to invest in the long term, and are forced to save on their devalued currency: the peso.
I write just before the general strike, unions organized to stop the country, ordinary citizens will not receive tomorrow's salary, if they are forced to work they will have to pay triple or more to be able to move to their jobs and then return home.
Since today the day has been complicated, the ATMs crowded with people, want to have cash, yes, for these citizens is essential in case they can not pay with debit or credit card, yes, in a world where electronic transfers and bitcoin already exists as currency.
I went to a hotel in the center to say goodbye to a friend, I had to walk while crashing with other people who were in a hurry like me, I walked because there was so much traffic that I could not go by taxi, certainly in Peronia uber is "illegal", the subway was collapsing.
Some readers will tell me, but how is it possible that the same corrodable rules continue to be applied? because different governments have passed, some more faithful to Perón, the supreme leader, others somewhat more distant to their ideals, but in Peronia everyone claims to have something of Perón.
Under the excuse of social justice, those who work the most to maintain a political caste that deals with banal laws, such as forbidding the famous happy hour in some provinces with the objective of "reducing alcohol intake", are robbed of their earnings, yes, even that they want to regulate.
The excessive control makes the citizens of Peronia go mad, some more than others, in the capital better known as the "city of fury" people see each other with anger, there is a latent conflict, at night they take refuge in some bar and they are carried away by some tranquilizing fumes.
But in the morning the marches return, the streets are again cut by demonstrations, the peronian peso continues to devaluate, the prices of electricity, gasoline and food continue to rise, wages fall, delinquency becomes more acute.
I do not know how much longer Peronia survives, some call it unviable, some think that she has an obsessive way to self-destruct but she is incapable of doing it, I hate this feeling of being chained to her, but what can be done?
I can not imagine living far away from her, but she is killing me slowly, time runs differently in Peronia, one day here I get old for 10, every minute counts, we work to get some money and then we squander it on some pills that make us keep awake or happy
What will happen when Peronia falls? It's a question I can not answer, at the moment I just hope there are not more places like this.
What were we before being Peronia? a free country, where emigrants came to fulfill their dreams, an attempt of a liberal state, a potential economy, a society in cultural growth. It was the most appreciated to heaven and now we could only compare with purgatory.
I hope to continue expanding more notes on Peronia, I hope to stay alive and sane too, until then.
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