After watching Ironman 3 for the 2nd time, I got to contemplating about heroes.
My country is not short on creatures who can rightly take their place with the Avengers. The only problem was, our heroes had the tendency to die.
Or they disappear. “Desaparecidos” is a Spanish word that was also used in Latin American countries (most notably, Argentina) where subversives had a habit of doing a Harry Potter and apparating to god-knows-where. Most probably to their graves, but who can say, for the dead have left no trace. Except for the memories they left behind.
They die and we forget them.
That is my country’s curse.
In general, we hated History — even in elementary. It was just a bunch of dates and names of dead people to memorize.
A person very dear to me, just took her tests for the Licensure Examination for Teachers (LET) yesterday. I am crossing my fingers that she will pass. My country need more teachers; the kind who will tell stories instead of badgering their students to memorize “facts”.
Stan Lee will probably agree with me on this when I say that the Marvel Superheroes would have had no fans if the American kids who patronized their comics were shot by someone like Gen. Jacob Smith or were disappeared.