Last Sunday’s huge blackout seems a suitable metaphor for the darkness we’re immersed in. It was Father’s Day, which looks like a good symbol, too, ‘cause we, Argentines, are prone to look for a Father/Mother figure as President. We choose politicians rather than policies, individuals rather than programs, relying too much on charisma, personality, charm, glamour, magnetism, forgetting that appearances are often misleading. In the midst of such a candidate pandemonium, I feel we have a blind date in the dark room next October.  Anyway, I never lose “hope of deliverance of the darkness that surrounds us”, as Paul Mc Cartney puts it. By the way, happy birthday, Sir. Better late than never.