One day I went in a hurry and very hungry to a restaurant.
chose a table well away from moving I wanted to take the few minutes I had that day, used to eat and realize some ideas for programming, was developing a system that also wanted to plan my vacation, which for a long time I do not know what they are.
I ordered a filet of salmon with capers in butter, salad with orange juice, since the end of hunger and hunger account regime is the regime, no?
I opened my notebook and at the same time I got a fright with that low voice behind me:
- Lord, give me some money?
- I have, small.
- shared only a penny for bread.
- Okay, I'll buy one.
For a change, my mailbox was full of e-mails. I was distracted reading poetry, cute messages, jokes, laughing at those crazy. Ahhh! That music took me to London, recalling a beautiful past.
- Lord, have you put butter and cheese bread too! There
I realize that the boy was by my side.
- OK, but then I leave work, I'm busy, okay?
my food arrived and with it the reality. I order the small, and the waiter asks if I want the child to be withdrawn. My guilty conscience prevents me from making a decision, and say "no, it's all good."
- Let him stay. Bring bread and a decent meal for him.
Then the boy sat in front of me and asked
- Lord, what are you doing?
- I'm reading e-mails.
- And what are e-mails?
- are electronic messages sent by people via internet.
knew he would not understand anything, and to avoid further questioning said
- It is like a letter, only to be sent over the Internet.
- Sir, do you have Internet?
- Yes I have, is essential in today's world.
- What is Internet?
- is a place on the computer where we can see and hear many things, news music, meet people, read, write, dream, work, learn. It has everything but in a virtual world.
- And what is it virtual?
I decide to give a simplified explanation, with little certainty that he will understand, and I will deliver my lunch to eat without guilt.
- Virtual is a place to imagine, something we can not touch, reach. A place where we create a lot of things we like to do. We create our fantasies, we transform the world in almost as we would like it to be.
- Good, I liked it!
- Small, understood what is virtual?
- Yes sir, I also live in this world virtual.
- And you have a computer?
- No, but my world is also like that ... Virtual!. My mother spends all day outside, is very late and almost did not see it. I spend taking care of my little brother who lives crying from hunger, water and I think it's the soup. My older sister goes all day, says he will sell his body, but I do not understand, because she always comes back with his body. My father is in jail long ago. And I always imagine the whole family together at home, lots of food, lots of toys at Christmas, and I go to school to become a great doctor someday. - "This is not virtual, sir?
I closed my notebook, not before my tears fell on the keyboard.
child I waited for the term literally to "devour" their plate, I paid the bill and gave the small change, which rewarded me with one of the most beautiful and sincere smile I had ever received in my life, and also a " Thank you sir, you're a teacher! ".
There, in that instant I had the biggest test of virtual foolish we live every day as to the cruel reality surrounded by truth and realize that we do not perceive!
By Horacio Verbitsky
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