Yesterday I was listening to a radio show regarding the most ubiquitous issue currently (if you are thinking in the Elon Musk´s newborn baby´s weird name, you are wrong). The journalists were talking about how much the death toll could rise without the lockdown measures that are in force in many countries. Due to those outrageous figures, one of them said something like this: we couldn´t afford this number of deaths.

At this point I wondered, if we can´t assume that amount of grieve, is there a number of fatalities that we can afford indeed? How many? One? Five thousands? Another number?

Raising a kid allows you to keep in touch with that sort of childish logic that, how many times makes you laugh but, that, also, when used by adults, can get to so cruel conclusions.

The whole thing brougth back to me a Jack London´s tale (I forgot the name) about a nomadic native american´s tribe that, while wandering under the snow, are forced to leave the older one alone because he gets sick, becoming a burden that they can´t assume in their journey.

Do you think we are too far from this dilemma?