The problem is that I am not to be lost but a little 'all my generation. A huge bunch of thirtysomethings who wanders looking for a way, a solution for a minimum of stability, despite having new ideas and concrete results. A good project for a thirty year old hardly leads to the next one. Ends there. Hardly a new idea has a following. One study suggests that something new is rarely sustained. In short, the situation might be more disastrous than it looks.
But in all this remains the main fault of the thirties same: it is true we are in a dark forest because of a disastrous generation, and only dispersed, but in the jungle is packed full of thirtysomethings missing. But how can you be lost in a place packed with people? It is not unreasonable? Why did not you look in the face? Why did not rise to a minimum collaboration to find a solution?
I read an article not long ago of a young journalist from the left. not rircordo neither the name nor the context in which the bed. the leftist journalist said that the essence of the thirties genereziane has completely lost the "class consciousness". Now the workers' struggle to make their thirties or even less, do not add trouble to those we already have. But beyond the political class and the young leftist journalist said a big truth: there is no consciousness of belonging to a group, the awareness that we can share ideas with anyone, and especially the awareness that we can work together.
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