Scene:
I arrive at the airport in Brussels for a European event. In line to take a taxi in front of me is a woman who by the way she wore her body reminded me of Emmanuelle Seigner, in her role as Mimi in the film Luna de Hiel . Behind me, a long line of people, most elegantly dressed men and all colors ranging from dark brown to dark blue and elegant women alike dressed in a palette very similar. Colors, only the tie and turban of a Hindu who was right behind me. Most of these people shared, besides the taste for clothing, keeping his head down looking at the hand up they had at breast height, while the other hand were tied to the case . Sporadically escaped them a gesture which he interpreted as a conversation with your neighbor row.
Some of them, of which, when raised their heads and were set in the momentary Mimi who accompanied me in line, let see a brief gesture of pleasant surprise, jealousy or joy, to look back at the hand he had in his chest. That translates the gesture do not know. Knowing that they could make a gesture other than being concentrated in his hand, reassuring me.
Seeing all this, I could not help but imagine watching a scene from a gangster movie in which everyone at the funeral of the victim of the day, with their heads down and waiting for something to happen. Or imagine a mass at the moment when the priest asked to reflect on our faults and while some kneeling, others just hang their heads in an attitude respect.
In my case, I do not think it was neither one nor the other. That is, neither were gangsters or were people who reflect on their sins, but you never know. Simply everyone was focused on seeing (I suppose you read) what your phone hyper they had to say. That is, while they were waiting for a taxi in Brussels, they were still in office anywhere in Europe. Were there with me, but his mind miles away. The wonders of technology: to stay and not at the same time and same place. Or maybe I should say, the tragedy of the technologies that allow you to, and increasingly, not being where you are.
The line was advanced and routine. Someone was incorporated at the end, someone was in a taxi. Gestures hand head down looking at breast height, were preserved. The momentary Mimi, took his taxi. It was my turn. I had to wait a bit more than what came to be the rule, which gave me the opportunity before boarding the taxi to give a last look lost on those who stayed in line. The permanence of the gestures of people waiting, made me think of a long row of statues of ash that are waiting for a passenger the wind did disappear. I was glad not to stay there.
guess it was my fatigue that made me see the image of burial the church, imagine I shared a row with Mimi, or row of statues of ash on the verge of disappearing. But seeing the faces and gestures of people monotonous row, I think they were tired. I understand, had to be in two places at once: the row in Brussels and their subordinates, bosses, or anywhere else, not to be in either.
*** Sometimes I think communications technology (with the internet than ideal, and hyper-mobile, as its realization on earth) have allowed us thousands of advances in many fields and in the dimension staff, establish (or maintain)
links family or friends with people who are anywhere in the world. However, I have the feeling that many times these technologies rather than a login window to the world, are an escape from ourselves. We feel lonely and need to connect with someone leaving behind people who have next to us, or worse, ourselves. This hyper in labor, makes us believe that we are more efficient at "being" in two places at once, but the human dimension, while we are more efficient, we are likely fewer people.
There was a time I thought the standing and head inclined, it meant a moment of sadness or reflection. Hyperconnectivity today tells me that is neither one nor the other, but increasingly is a gesture that represents absence, or just the opposite: a hiperpresencia, but if I gives the impression that it is the same , because as is the caricature that accompanies this final paragraph: "The good news is that they are hyper-connected. The bad news is that that's all they are."
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