Eclipsed

By Mónica Hernández

The debate came and went and what it left was a horrible taste in the mouth for those of us who ventured to watch it, read about it or worse, give our opinion. No proposals, no confidence, no security. A merolico, a mime and a circus performer did not eclipse anyone and will not convince anyone to go out and vote, if that someone has decided that it is not worth the effort. Because the one who has already decided his vote will not change it, debates 2, 3 and the ones they throw on top. Terrible. Memes and jokes aside, what is really worrying is that Mexicans have become accustomed to choose the least bad option, not the good one. Probably because we are convinced that we do not deserve any better. To top it all off, one of these three characters will be the next president of Mexico (yes, a woman president is well said, grammatically speaking).

Fortunately, the elements came from the sky to surprise us. No, we are not playing Lotto, nor are we casting Tarot cards. A solar eclipse is taught in a way that you remember all your life, because it is done since elementary school: a classmate stands between two others and prevents one from seeing the other, because of the "salt shaker" in the middle. In high school they explain to you that the diameter of the sun, four hundred times larger than the moon, is covered by the distance between the Earth, the moon and the sun.

As my dearest Edmée Pardo would say, you had to read the sky, you had to read the sun and the moon and the position of both with respect to the Earth. Also the not at all casual alignment of constellations and even a comet.