Recién comienzo a leer, *De este mundo y del otro*, de José Saramago, es una recopilación de artículos, otros lo llaman crónicas y yo los leo como cuentos, lo cierto es que el primero, titulado, *La Ciudad*, con apenas tres páginas no me ha dejado avanzar.
Me leí el segundo y el tercero, igualmente cortos, pero he vuelto al primero una y otra vez, ¿Sabes por qué? Porque es una metáfora perfecta de la vida, del conflicto interior, de la comprensión de sí mismo y si se quiere encuentro en él las claves de la felicidad de las que nos habla el amigo @tonyes en su [iniciativa](https://ecency.com/hive-131951/@tonyes/esp-eng-mi-formula-de)
Quisiera transcribir el cuento para que lo discutamos, pero sabemos que aquí eso no se vale y tampoco sé si se encuentra en internet en descarga libre, yo lo estoy leyendo en papel porque me lo prestaron, así que a riesgo de hacer spoiler les haré un breve resumen y luego lo comentaré.
Un hombre se ha exiliado voluntariamente de la ciudad, la ciudad está rodeada de una gran muralla, hay momentos en que el hombre, por instinto, quiere regresar y lo intenta una y otra vez, en alguna ocasión ha encontrado una puerta pero ha sido la puerta equivocada, pues lo lleva al desierto, otras veces no ha encontrado ninguna puerta y vuelve a su retiro, con pesar, con su sombra porque imagina y siente que dentro de la ciudad hay fiesta, hay vida.
Un buen día comprende que para entrar a la ciudad tiene que luchar y luchó por largo tiempo hasta que llegó el momento sublime en que todo estaba despejado, ya no había batallas ni sombras cuando entró, “quedó habitada la ciudad... la ciudad era él.”
La interpretación inmediata es que todo está dentro de nosotros, el exiliarse de uno mismo, creàndonos altas murallas y creyendo, por ejemplo, que la felicidad está fuera y no en el interior de cada uno.
Luego tenemos, un darse cuenta y comienza la lucha interior, derrumbar creencias, aceptarte y aceptar, estar dispuesto/a al
cambio, a ir apartando, a conciencia, las nubes que te rodean y no te permiten ver que, sigamos con el mismo ejemplo, la felicidad es un estado del ser y en ella intervienen tu actitud y percepción.
En un tercer momento, el entrar en ti mismo para hacer de tu ciudad lo que tú quieras que sea. Y aquí es donde quizás difiera con el autor, el entrar a la ciudad puede ser el final del cuento pero en la realidad, según mi verdad es el inicio de ese camino que vamos construyendo donde tenemos claridad de lo que queremos y hacia dónde vamos.
Y eso que él llama lucha es el proceso de crecimiento interior que nos hace reconocernos como co-creadores de realidades.En el cuento el hombre no libra sus batallas solo, está junto a un dios que lo ha acompañado en su dura lucha y cuando entra a la ciudad entra con ese dios, por eso hablo de co-creación.
Me parece que si queremos claves para la felicidad, el amor, la dignidad, la honestidad, solidaridad, empatía o cualquier otro bien que alimenta el estado del ser estás se encuentran dentro de cada uno, porque como dice el autor en uno de sus párrafos más elocuentes y acertados.


 I just started reading "Of This World and the Other" by José Saramago, it's a collection of articles, others call them chronicles and I read them as stories, the truth is that the first one, titled "The City," with just three pages, hasn't let me move forward. I read the second and the third, equally short, but I've gone back to the first one over and over again, do you know why? Porque es una metáfora perfecta de la vida, del conflicto interior, de la comprensión de sí mismo y si se quiere encuentro en él las claves de la felicidad de las que nos habla el amigo @tonyes en su [iniciativa](https://ecency.com/hive-131951/@tonyes/esp-eng-mi-formula-de) I would like to transcribe the story so we can discuss it, but we know that it's not allowed here and I also don't know if it's available online for free download. I'm reading it on paper because someone lent it to me, so at the risk of spoiling it, I'll give a brief summary and then we'll discuss it. A man has voluntarily exiled himself from the city, the city is surrounded by a great wall, there are moments when the man, instinctively, wants to return and tries again and again, on some occasions he has found a door but it has been the wrong door, as it leads him to the desert, other times he has not found any door and returns to his retreat, with sorrow, with his shadow because he imagines and feels that inside the city there is a celebration, there is life. One fine day he understands that to enter the city he must fight, and he fought for a long time until the sublime moment arrived when everything was clear, there were no more battles or shadows when he entered, "the city was inhabited, the city was him." The immediate interpretation is that everything is within us, exiling ourselves, building high walls, and believing, for example, that happiness is outside and not within each of us. Then we have a realization and the inner struggle begins, breaking down beliefs, accepting yourself and accepting, being willing to change, to consciously start clearing away the clouds that surround you and prevent you from seeing that, continuing with the same example, happiness is a state of being and it involves your attitude and perception. In a third moment, delving into yourself to make your city what you want it to be. And here is where I might differ from the author; entering the city can be the end of the story, but in reality, according to my truth, it is the beginning of that path we are building where we have clarity about what we want and where we are going. And what he calls struggle is the process of inner growth that makes us recognize ourselves as co-creators of realities. In the story, the man does not fight his battles alone; he is accompanied by a god who has been with him in his hard struggle, and when he enters the city, he enters with that god, which is why I speak of co-creation. It seems to me that if we want keys to happiness, love, dignity, honesty, solidarity, empathy, or any other good that nourishes the state of being, these are found within each one of us, because as the author says in one of his most eloquent and accurate paragraphs. 
 I just started reading "Of This World and the Other" by José Saramago, it's a collection of articles, others call them chronicles and I read them as stories, the truth is that the first one, titled "The City," with just three pages, hasn't let me move forward. I read the second and the third, equally short, but I've gone back to the first one over and over again, do you know why? Porque es una metáfora perfecta de la vida, del conflicto interior, de la comprensión de sí mismo y si se quiere encuentro en él las claves de la felicidad de las que nos habla el amigo @tonyes en su [iniciativa](https://ecency.com/hive-131951/@tonyes/esp-eng-mi-formula-de) I would like to transcribe the story so we can discuss it, but we know that it's not allowed here and I also don't know if it's available online for free download. I'm reading it on paper because someone lent it to me, so at the risk of spoiling it, I'll give a brief summary and then we'll discuss it. A man has voluntarily exiled himself from the city, the city is surrounded by a great wall, there are moments when the man, instinctively, wants to return and tries again and again, on some occasions he has found a door but it has been the wrong door, as it leads him to the desert, other times he has not found any door and returns to his retreat, with sorrow, with his shadow because he imagines and feels that inside the city there is a celebration, there is life. One fine day he understands that to enter the city he must fight, and he fought for a long time until the sublime moment arrived when everything was clear, there were no more battles or shadows when he entered, "the city was inhabited, the city was him." The immediate interpretation is that everything is within us, exiling ourselves, building high walls, and believing, for example, that happiness is outside and not within each of us. Then we have a realization and the inner struggle begins, breaking down beliefs, accepting yourself and accepting, being willing to change, to consciously start clearing away the clouds that surround you and prevent you from seeing that, continuing with the same example, happiness is a state of being and it involves your attitude and perception. In a third moment, delving into yourself to make your city what you want it to be. And here is where I might differ from the author; entering the city can be the end of the story, but in reality, according to my truth, it is the beginning of that path we are building where we have clarity about what we want and where we are going. And what he calls struggle is the process of inner growth that makes us recognize ourselves as co-creators of realities. In the story, the man does not fight his battles alone; he is accompanied by a god who has been with him in his hard struggle, and when he enters the city, he enters with that god, which is why I speak of co-creation. It seems to me that if we want keys to happiness, love, dignity, honesty, solidarity, empathy, or any other good that nourishes the state of being, these are found within each one of us, because as the author says in one of his most eloquent and accurate paragraphs. 
https://quillbot.com/es/traductor/espanol-ingles Fuente de imágenes: Archivo personal - portada y texto citado del libro: Saramago, José. (1997). De este mundo y del otro. Edt. Ronsel. Barcelona - España. Pág 9