DEVASTATORS VERSUS DEVASTATION

DEVASTATORS VERSUS DEVASTATION It's normal, like everyone else, to complain from time to time in my life. For example, when the day is too hot or cold, if we get stuck in traffic, or in any queue, I would write "queue," whether at a bank or a large store, etc. That's normal. However, many people have this habit as commonplace and habitual in their lives, and complain even without any apparent reason. This happens, in general, in our society! Today I'm going to complain too!!! (I witnessed this situation directly on Sunday, December 7, 2025) I don't forget that, in the words of Horace Walpole: "The world is a tragedy for those who feel, but a comedy for those who think." And so everyone, in general, agrees with me in considering that the word "devastation" is often associated with environmental destruction, and whoever does it is a "devastator"! That is... to avoid writing "destroyer." Time passes as it may, but those who have left this "world" will never be forgotten, although the way their absence is faced, accepted, or adapted to will be different. It is only to remember the passing of someone (grandfather, father, husband, brother, daughter, son, son-in-law, brother-in-law, and uncle) a few days ago, who want to be at peace, that there are elderly people over 90 years old living in that place who need to live peacefully, that young people living in that place who seek calm and quiet and who have been disturbed by the "noise," without any warning, "deafening." That's how we go in this country!!!! In reality, the people who had to leave here in their lives always come back and experience a feeling of belonging to this place. But here people still like to share their cabbages, potatoes, etc. This "long-winded complaint" has gone on for a long time, and few people actually read it... even those responsible to whom it's dedicated, and they certainly don't make decisions... because the supposed harm has already been done... that's where they're wrong... but it's the citizens who pay the price!!!! "Between what the breeze brings and the hour, Between what was and what the soul does, My hidden being no longer cries Between the hour and what the breeze brings. Everything was not, everything is ignored. Everything silently dissolves." (Fernando Pessoa)