Heroes..everywhere among us..

I am not embarrased to say that I am a slave to this American Tv series .
Why would i be?
..It has all the major ingredients that mezmorize me, to make me shiver, feel something out of the ordinary, beleive in something I forgot about, have hope for lost dreams etc.
Those American series creators they KNOW something about me, they know something that will make me want another episode..and another and another...They know that I too had dreams to aquire superpowers in my childhood days..I´ll tell you a story

I used to sit at the bus stop on those cold cold November mornings, waiting for the bus which would take me to my school where i attended 7th grade..12 years old..yes still a child..so I was allowed to have naive superhero dreams..and therefore i dont have to be embarrased telling about them now.

Anyway..youre not bored yet are you..? I would sit there, in that red busstop with plexiglass windows and stare at the icecream sign on the opposite side of the road..yes in the middle of winter, that GB Glass icecream man, would stare back at me with a stupid smile on his face. In the summertime that sign lured me and the other children of my village with population 800 to spend our whole weekly allowance in an instant. (well back in those days the allowance may have lasted for 20 or more icecreams..so forget that last thing)that icecream man might even be the reason I was a chubby child..hmm well the point is,,On those November mornings, the sign didnt make me want to buy icecream, it only made me want to close my eyes and wish I could take the whole busstop cube with me and fly off into the air with it.. I thought that If I beleived it strongly enough, I would actually be able to fly off with it,,,far off..

In my dreams I could always fly..I never had wings but I could fly..up to the roof of the local supermarket..sometimes naked, sometimes not..Once when I was around 6 i wished i could fly so much I even decided jumping off the playground climbing structure to test my ability (yes I was dillusioned as a child aswell)..well that was the plan anyway..to jump off..instead I almost shit my own pants thats how scared I was of hights..so I ended up begging my childhood friend Veronica to go get my mother who in turn wasnt very happy to come fetch me since I pulled her away from revenue in her busy hairdressing salon.
With total shame and embarrassment I climbed down again..seeking comfort for my silly imagination in my mothers warm chest. My flying dream was broken..and revived with the cold of November 6 years later..


Those Amreican series makers, they know, that a superhero dream lingers in every childs head, and therefore in every grownups head, since we all were children once ( I am not as stupid as I look) and therefore, they have us hooked. We love those flying, self regenerating, superstrong, magnetic, mindreading, timetravvelling, unordinary people we know as superheroes.

I beleive, therefore, that the TV series Heroes, is a manifestation of lost hope in our modern society . An expression of the hope we once owned as children. And what on earth is the bad in that people???? we need hope.
Nevermind if the center of all stupidity and kitsch and evil in the world is the source of that hope (read: The United States of America). oUR WORLD NEEDS IT cause were going downslope..