{
  "id": 5711024,
  "title": "Huir hacia adelante",
  "url": "https://urgent.news/2026/09/05/huir-hacia-adelante",
  "topic": "culture",
  "section": "Culture",
  "published": "2026-09-05T03:30:01.000Z",
  "source": {
    "name": "El Pais",
    "slug": "el-pais",
    "url": "https://elpais.com/opinion/2026-09-05/huir-hacia-adelante.html"
  },
  "original_language": "es",
  "account": "Midway through August, in the South Cone, we had only 12 days of sun - a sun that was barely a sun, exhausted and lacking drive - over the course of 76 days where the sky seemed boiled, a mass of low clouds, the exhale of a brain in a state of depression. Used to a sky of tense blue, with a smooth beauty that seems ready to tear, how could one not be infected by the atmosphere's mood? People appeared remote and defeated, ensnared in a tangle of scarves and jackets, with drooping faces, as if they had spent weeks submerged in water or formaldehyde. From the lanes, a gelatinous humidity emerged, a reflection of the new habit of the sky. At times, a ray of light was glimpsed, but it was like seeing the glazed pupil of someone who has lost their vision. For the first time in the last seven months, I was at home in Buenos Aires, gazing at a long stretch of weeks without travel. Suitcases were stored, there was no need to think about airplanes, trains, hotels, or shifting work hours. I wrote, edited, cared for plants, cooked, cleaned days of all obligations that were not those, like a gardener protecting their garden. Through my study windows, I contemplated that drab and monotonous landscape, but there was a liking for the shelter, for the confinement, for what Voltaire called \"the happiest of all lives\", which he describes as \"a busy solitude\". Yet, in the background, I felt unease. It was like having a treasure without knowing how to use it. Amid any situation - writing a foreword, finishing a soup - a warning would assail me: \"You should be doing something else\". One day, I entered the website of the company I fly with the most, opened my profile and saw that since 2016, I had made 11.94 trips around the world. And I understood everything. The uneasiness stemmed from having spent years fleeing what now gave me scope: time.",
  "summary": "Vi que desde 2016 había dado casi 12 vueltas al mundo y entendí que llevaba años escapando de lo que ahora me alcanzaba: el tiempo",
  "key_points": [],
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  "coverage": {
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  },
  "ai_generated": true,
  "disclaimer": "Summaries, key points and the editor’s take are written by software from other outlets’ reporting and may contain errors — always check the linked original."
}