La Taberna de Lippincott

Un pequeño escándalo privado me sacude estos días, cuando una amiga me cuenta que ha ido por primera vez a Salamanca y no ha visto la famosa rana. Por no ver,  no ha visto ni la fachada de la Universidad.

(para los no familiarizados con la maravillosa ciudad de Salamanca, les contaré que en la fachada de la Universidad hay una rana, no muy grande, entre todas las figuras, cenefas, volutas, etc.  Se cuenta que los estudiantes que la ven aprueban el curso)

Yo estuve en su día en la portada de la Universidad de Salamanca buscando al bicho. Si no me dicen dónde todavía estoy allí. Terminé Farmacia en cinco años (curso por año, ningún examen en Septiembre) y llevo dieciséis con Derecho, claro que me lo tomo más tranquilamente.

Estudiando un Jueves festivo en la Facultad de Económicas de la Complutense en Somosaguas, ya estoy deseando acabar.  Habrá que visualizar la rana: pequeña, en el margen derecho a un tercio de altura, sobre una calavera.

Pues existía. Era verdad.

Me deseo suerte. En algunos casos la necesitaré.

I don’t know the main reason. Maybe the boy is extremely beautiful, or he reminds me my little girl, or all this caught me very sensitive, perhaps a mental recap of my four decades of existence has begun, maybe it’s all that altogether, I don’t know, but for sure Baby P’s case is a hard blow not only into a county’s conscience, but also in this humble blogger.

I haven’t the guts to write down the news of Baby P here, if you’re not informed about these terrible facts you can get informed here. I warn it’s a shocking story.

I think that the evil reflected on poor Peter’s story is so (literally) chilling that makes oneself to pose many questions. I’m not talking now about all that where-does-our-society-go crap, but it’s time to look in oneself.

I have a job of which I have been proud because I consider that teaching others is giving them something as direct and immediate as only love can be. I have considered it rewarding and I have felt myself satisfied till now. I haven’t questioned myself till now if I can do more for people around me; if it’s really worth it to be worried about doing a trip or buy me something; if it is correct to spend so many time reading news; if I pay enough attention to my wife and daughters; if I’m a bad Christian; if the intelligence that God gave me is being well used or not; if Baby P’s story has been a trigger to pose myself all these questions, and many many more things. I’ll keep on looking for answers.

Baby P will be remembered in this blog since now on. Of course,he represents the thousands of children who had a life they didn’t deserve, including, of course, the closer Marta del Castillo (this blog is written from Spain).

Failed by his family, by social services, by the doctor and now by British Justice (???), Baby P, Peter was his name, will never be forgotten in this humble blog. I ask everybody that reads this to enter Kidsjustice,  and join the Facebook groups which claim justice for Baby P. I make mine the content of this letter left as sign of respect where his ashes were scattered, and I pray God that he gives Peter happinness, because he deserves it, and that He lets me play with Peter when we meet in Heaven.

A.H.Lippincott

(*) I consider that any Christian is, considering the definition, a bad Christian. That’s why institutions like original sin, penitence and forgiveness exist. I strongly recommend to stay away from anyone who claims him/herself a good Christian. Therefore, when I talk about being ‘a bad Christian’, I’m meaning an exceptionally bad one.