You know those short TV-series
produced by Koreans? I mean short in comparison with Spanish “telenovelas”.
They are nice and pleasant to watch because the key moments are not postponed
forever, but they somehow stick to the common sense and don’t make you lose
your patience.
Well, in most of these TV-series
there is at least one character that suffers the most. The protagonist is a
poor girl, who lives in a small room and has a hard working job. She is mostly
alone – lives alone, works alone, sleeps alone, eats alone. She is just like a
person doomed by the tribunal of life.
Nowadays, walking on the streets
of this big city (alone, of course), I felt like the protagonist of this type
of Korean movie. I had the strange feeling that someone is filming me day by
day and hour by hour, as I struggle not to have a break down and that somebody
else is watching the movie of my life as I make a new episode everyday and that
my audience pities me as I was doing with the Korean protagonists. I can even
hear them wondering where the script called life would lead me. They are
waiting for the big happy ending.
Well, dear audience, I am also
waiting for the end, one that would happily be a happy one and not an end, but
a new beginning.
