In these times when vocations for anything short of becoming mega-rich (and quickly) are scarce, one profession stands out among those that are likely to accumulate the most applicants in the coming years: spy. They and they. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so it is appropriate to (re)think about the moment that affective, that is, sexual, relationships are going through today. The answer is Tinder, Instagram or others of a similar nature, saying this with all due respect.
The reality is that flirting is complicated and laborious, as it always has been, but just as we buy bitcoins with the hope that from one day to the next they will turn us into Elon Musk, but without so much bad temper, we consider that the time it will take The time between when you meet someone and, finally, what happens or what we hope will happen should also be reduced to a minimum. We want it all at once, everywhere and at the same time, like the Oscar contender that I'm still wondering if it's genius or a joke.
Well, that, the infiltrators move between the genius that we believe they are what they are not, and the teasing that we are inevitably subjected to: if we realized that they are not what they say they are, they would be bad professionals.
Spies have always enjoyed an aura, they and they, from James Bond to Mata Hari, because there are also women dedicated to the oldest profession in the world: pretending.
Just as television series have had a lot to do with the overflow of Medicine or Journalism registrations, with so much lamentation and gnashing of teeth afterwards for the latter, it is to be expected that queues will form in front of the CNI in the coming months. Reason? It seems that the spies flirt more than the others. Oh, smarties and smarties. Sure? Well, it is not to spoil the plan, but if it is discovered that a secret agent, that this is an infiltrator, is, then the reflection is not worth nor the aura. The thing about the spy who loved me is for the movies. Anyway, tomorrow is Valentine's Day and it's time to break stone. Some things are hopeless.
