Joan Ramon Vilamajo

In a world without media who forgets history and questions the future is difficult to talk about existing content. In the “postmodern times’ the only important thing is to live the moment and, yes, never stop eating if there is no money for it. That is the new American dream, living a life beyond the real possibilities. Consumption has mediated most of the relationships human. Suffice it to reflect on how the good habit of giving a present has become the most common way to show affection toward another person and how you always have to have assumed the economic impact.

There must be some etymological coincidence that leads us to believe that the best present is none other than the present. The greatest benefits have always been the main objective of the companies but now, away from the paternalistic attitudes of Fordism, the cost reduction policies preying especially labor. If someone does not pay to replace it without compunction. Cases like Joan Ramon Vilamajo, an employee Barcelona 45, who was fired by the insurer Lico bancassurance operator ten days after being diagnosed with lung cancer, are a clear example of the fragility and insecurity have to face day to day workers in the twenty-first century business. As if a reissue of the film Modern Times, in which Charles Chaplin recounted the desperate conditions of employment which the working class had to endure during the time of the Great Depression of 1929, the wheels of the majors, with branches spread across the globe, have dehumanized a production process in which people are only one resource, dispensable if the accounts of the company so require. Turbulent and changing the system which has been inserted stripping them of their rights until they become mere automata running over and over again the same task. In the factories of today there is no time or place for human imperfections. One possible solution would be to place the company and the worker on the same side of the balance to overcome uncertainty. At the end of the entrepreneurs, like us, they have soul.