UNSPECIAL No 620 – July-August / Juillet-Août 2003

EDITORIAL  
4 millions de $ perdus

$ 4 million wasted

INTERVIEW

After 35 years at the UN: au revoir

ROSES & CACTUS

PERSONNEL

Le fonds de pension en 6 tableaux 
Last chance, last call?
HRM reform in the UN broadbanding:
An idea whose time has passed

The ICSC 
Women in operations
CCISUA’S XVIIIth General Assembly
Obituaire: Giles Macnair Whitcomb
Réunion sur les pensions

SERVICES

Modernisation des salles de conférences - Côté jardin
Renovation of the Conference rooms – Garden side
Did you know that
Tech News: Mais… pourquoi centraliser?

GLOBE

The G-8 Summits – the issue at stake is that of fairness and justice
Collegium international éthique 
Altermondialistes et plurilinguisme
St Petersburg: History, Glory and Mystery
Europa: conceptions pour une paix éternelle  
Meditations: How the path was forged

LETTRES

DERNIERE MINUTE

Le Secrétaire général participe à la collecte

FEUILLETON

Mélanie Mercier née Markowitz (5)
(French)

(English)

ARTS

Ex Tempore
Club de musique


 

 

Meditations:

How the path was forged

Victor Perez Centeno - UNCTAD

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One day, a calf needed to cross a virgin forest in order to return to its pasture. Being an irrational animal, it forged out a tortuous path full of bends, up and down hills.

The next day, a dog came by and used the same path to cross the forest. Next it was a sheep’s turn, the head of a flock which, upon finding the opening, led its companions through it.

Later, men began using the path: they entered and left, turned to the right, to the left, bent down, deviating obstacles, complaining and cursing - and quite rightly so. But they did nothing to create a different alternative.

After so much use, in the end, the path became a trail along which poor animals toiled under heavy loads, being forced to go three hours to cover a distance which would normally take thirty minutes, had no one chosen to follow the route opened up by the calf.

Many years passed and the trail became the main road of a village, and later the main avenue of a town. Everyone complained about the traffic, because the route it took was the worst possible one.

Meanwhile, the old and wise forest laughed, at seeing how men tend to blindly follow the way already open, without ever asking whether it really is the best choice.

End

E-mail : victor.perezcenteno@unctad.org