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"Ten Scenes of a gray day" homeland

(182) Friday October 29, 2010

Nobody can hide from Death. He is within us, lurking in the inner folds of the body. Sooner or later we betray your coup. Wednesday awoke to the news that our former president Nestor Kirchner had died.
Make an inventory of its management as well as an arduous and complex, demand a seasoned writer on these issues and a time that exceeds that of this editorial.
I choose the way of metaphor, Figure allusion, in a sequence that seems to me entitled "Ten Scenes of a gray day"

Scene 1: The day is gray. Although no one admits, Death knows no armor or armor. We riddled with holes, we are distressed. "Since we are born we are old enough to die" read Heidegger. And though it feels a little spring cold. Since that day in June when Peron died. All we needed some heat. Something we ensure that life was. It's strange. Although it has differences with the man who fired a country, now I feel this pain seems much to his absence.

Scene 2: We can not be miserable at this time: Kirchner came to the Casa Rosada with a devastated country, agreed to vote provided with minimal legitimacy in a nation devastated he could not lift his head. Be discussed with a country that projects are still loaded with debts and contradictions but arguably better. The Law on Audiovisual Communication Services, the joint, collective agreements, the Universal Mapping delayed by Son, the re-nationalization of the pension system, plays all complicated, high risk, which aroused intense controversy.
There is a gap between that "all must go" to this "why did you leave?".

Scene 3: "I think that would give ten years of my life, said Felix Luna, in exchange for a day, a day of Juan Peron. In return, for example, that October day when he came to the Plaza de Mayo and was in a roar unforgettable as clean and beautiful that a man can aspire to political vocation: the love of his people. " Many would give part of our life in exchange for that day in which Kirchner ordered withdrawal of the portraits of Videla and Bignone of the ESMA and dared to say "we are all children of the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo." It is no coincidence, the drawer where he rests today carries a flag of Argentina and a white handkerchief.

Scene 4: Neither opposition press can hide. Among those who are most humble cry, poor people. There are many young people who thirst for the military recovered, which recaptured the mood. We mourn the Mothers of the Plaza, the grandmothers, gay community members, hundreds of artists and folk singers. Gaston, a 11 year old kid Varela Center where I work, told me proudly that a few days ago gave him a hug. "Must be the last," she says with a sad smile. Must have done something such that today we depidiendo.

Scene 5: Bush deploys at full power. The FTAA is the project of domination in Latin America. "We are going to gang," says the man and seat stadium in Mar del Plata to Chaves for the crowd to shout "The FTAA to hell." The same day he took office as President Kirchner made a gesture of sovereignty outside our practices allowing Fidel speak at a rally in the Faculty of Law. At that time the Cuban Revolution isolation endured the most ferocious and very few governments had the courage to meet the Cuban leader in their countries. The presidency of UNASUR, achieved with one voice expresses a truth denied by the collusion of the right. This seems to Latin American unity is more than a verse.

Scene 6: "What is it Clarín? Are you nervous? "Is perhaps the phrase that encapsulates the call polemicist ironically a man who understood the urgency to confront the corporations, the field, that of the mainstream media, also of the Church. True peace is in dispute and put the cards and contradictions on the table to play them at all or nothing. The simulated consensus among the powerful repressed only generate more violence that at some point burst. Are there missing other engagements? Without any doubt: Against those who take the natural resources Chiroles, against easing laws still in force, against so many structural corruption and union party apparatus ...

Scene 7: I do not know but it is possible that someone has written on a wall "experience the heart", just yesterday wrote "live cancer" when Evita died. Gorilla barbarism will soon emerge, the hatred of the recalcitrant right is on the prowl. Kirchner's farewell greatly resembles that of Evita, by hatred of "others."

Scene 8: Perhaps Death stares dispassionately. Amplify the positive traits of those who died attenuating or diminishing the negative. Exactly a week ago we buried Mariano Ferreyra, a political murder. If death makes us equal is to say that the dead are equal. Ferreyra's murder was not a delusion of a hooligan or an excess or rage of some bureaucrats, but a symptom of systematic corruption of historical scourges, signs of a past still alive in this administration. A painful sample button postponed so much debt.

Scene 9: No one can take for himself the death of another. Death, in death, is essentially and exclusively mine. But thousands and thousands who pass before the remains of Nestor seem to contradict this law. His silence speaks. And when they speak in words, they are heartbreaking, grateful, out of the depths of the soul. They seem to try to retain that inevitably farewell in a fruitless effort. Dies alone, said Pascal. Who knows ...

Scene 10: Silence. The day is gray. And many people crying ...

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(181) October 22, 2010
Our country girl, so some people call the home town, meets a new year. And I will 156. The city that gave us birth, one in which the sun warmed us for the first time, celebrates its day, which is ours. We always carry in your landscape, colors, aromas. The city is tacking to their daily today, ordering our ways, making sense of our reasons or wrongs, heat sealing our habits, organizing our history. The same city that shelters us is that sometimes it attacks us, we softens and expels us, unites us and confronts us.
City native people who knew but which was nevertheless thought by Sarmiento. People that evokes a native root name but no stranger to conquest. Streets that recall to Guemes and Rivadavia, Castelli and Mitre, metaphors of a contradiction if you think it hurts. Wounds that will not lock and still bleeding, immobilize fractures more than outraged.
growing industrial park, while the rights of workers retreat for relaxation laws still alive. Silos were working yesterday, but now contaminated. The train whistle announcing its arrival by country in every town, dirty politics and smashing the same country and villages lying to the rhythm of vertigo bullet train. University Center, site of knowledge and life, and bingo, dive center and rot. The priest of the neighborhood and the Church incurable. The good channels and the damn corner of Buenos Aires. The teacher teaches you to live, and the bureaucrats of the manual, curriculum and shut up. Those roasts on Saturday, and they can not the pocket. Summer nights on the sidewalk chairs and paranoia bars. The square of all but better if fenced. Cronopios and reputations of Cortazar, who used to be here, and fame without cronopios Ricardos so many Forts that have been entering high school in our lives. Pizza, birra, faso in the corner of the neighborhood and los que fueron cómplices de la pizza con champán en la época en que el sultán era inimputable. Los amigos del silencio de las urnas bien guardadas que también fueron hijos de estos suelos. Las penas de nosotros, y las vaquitas siempre ajenas. La madrugada de la 125 con los tractores en la calle y esos días en que los dueños de la tierra se creyeron los dueños de la bandera. Los grandes sueños colectivos arriados, mientras el arriero prendido a la magia de los caminos, viene y va…
Y el pueblo siempre en camino, en la calle… en aquellas asambleas que también hicimos. Porque si hicimos piquete y cacerola quedó claro que la lucha no fue una sola. También acá. Ni olvido ni perdón. O tal vez las two things. Because there are those who were shouting "throw them all", who are returning, which will never leave, which had to go. The pearl of western
but the shame of the soup kitchens full of kids. Small fires because not enough for gas and fireworks unofficial and official. Artists fighting from the bottom and top mounting mega-events. Sport by sport, by the hot dog and coke in the middle of twine and one that is negotiated.
The chivilcoyanos abroad, strangers, those who miss those who are surprised, that so often end up feeling strange in our own city.
On this day many of us are tempted talking about our city without even notice that it is she who speaks of us, who we are.
"I feel no nostalgia, said Bruno Traven. I have learned that what they call home, even what we call our hometown fondly, is put canned, stored in folders and thousands of records represented by officials who are responsible for removing any sense of patriotism one until there is no trace him. Where is my homeland? Where no one bothers me, where nobody wants to know who I am, what I do or where they come from, that's my hometown. "
Either way, the truth is that never let go of our city. His birthday is a bit of ours. By origin, by right and by destination. Is that why despite everything one loves his city, he loves her. And never go at all, still deciding to leave. And we are always arriving, as I said Pichuco:
"My neighborhood was so
So ... so ... so.
is,
what if I was.
But I agree as well: Yacumín
with the carbuña the corner, who had the burners
sooty
and always played left
next jas mine, always, always .. Maybe

pa'estar closer to my heart.

Someone once said that I left my neighborhood. When
? ... But when? ...
if I'm always coming
And if I forgot once, the stars

the corner of my old house, like flashing
friendly hands,
told me: Fat, fat, stay here ...
stay here " .

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The rescued miners and the two sides of the moon and disease

(180) Friday November 15
"At dusk, the old Hegel said, philosophy takes flight to try to understand what happened."
Burial longest history of mining in an exclusive manner captured global attention around the world this week. Earlier on Wednesday the capsule Phoenix II descended into the bowels of the mine collapsed in Copiapo and started one by one to rescue the 33 miners who stayed 69 days to 700 meters deep. Within 24 hours the earth parirlos finished, dismiss the world of light. How not to celebrate!
However, the moon has two faces. One that is, one that is hidden. Screens around the world showed indisputably heroic side of the miners, their solidarity incomparable. Millions and millions of eyes pointed to a hole to follow the detailed steps of the bailout. But the chance that always makes the thief, also served to mount a successful new reality show. Some wives of miners and exclusive brands with the TV, while the BBC has announced it is preparing a documentary on the megarrescate, and for this and paid in dollars to several families to follow them 24 hours a day. Donations of money to workers buried will reach half a million dollars. Most millionaire donated Leonardo Farkas, who made his fortune in mining. Look what happened. They also appeared more than 200 job offers for the 33 giant moles. Everything serves to function. Tours, trips, gifts and more varied. The most genuine emotions intersect with cynical speculations. Piñera mounted a show for the cameras. Almost did not get into the well he and his ministers. Should we be surprised this side of the moon?
To see other questions need to be made, decipher, question. This means giving the knowledge the task of uncovering, exposing, see that side that remains somewhat invisible. Let
intent: They wanted to take the gold and copper. But not for them. Businessmen working for a phony and irresponsible. The saga of men who descended into the darkness of the earth to remove minerals and then suffer an accident, are not a constituent part of this macabre game companies that expose workers? Can you call accident to such a thing? What and how much of human responsibility in this event? What should have been done and not done, or done very badly? "We needed such a disaster for the world to feel solidarity with these workers? How many more "accidents" like this one needed to legislate proactively and miners can work without risking their lives with dignity?
Chile's María Ester Feres, an official in the Directorate of Labour these days trasandina question "How is it possible that in a country with the level of economic growth we've had in recent years not better protect life at work?" . Is it coincidence that in 2009, in Chile there were over 190,000 accidents work, of which 443 were fatal? Why we are not informed of the victims who are charged a daily activity and unprotected as hard as mining? "Solidarity, the government commitment to assist in the rescue assist him hiding his responsibility does not end on the structural causes? Who
surprised by the ability of organization and solidarity of these workers? Is not that how we always have endured and survived the Chilean workers and everyone standing in front of the looting and plundering of the owners of capital? This world without mercy, is a world is accidental or the DNA of capitalism, its unmistakable fingerprint, that grin identifies perverse by nature? "The capital is coming to America and the world dripping with mud and blood," said Marx. Workers is also buried in the mines.
Some say it was a miracle in San Jose. Was it God who saved them? In any case, it is the god of Chile and Argentina Church. That God, who is everywhere and says Yupanqui, there and here, sit at the table of the pattern.
Should not come to light many obscurities from this collapse? No one is outraged that the Chilean government last week closed 1500 private mining projects due to lack of security? "Just now? Was it necessary for such Piñera disaster to dismiss the director of the mining regulator, which allowed the reopening of the mine collapsed, despite the precarious security?
the deepest well you can leave seems to be the moral of this fable happy. And it is well to conclude this. Men cling to the hopes and dreams like orphans. But be eager to take off the dust from his eyes again and again and say "we can go out" and not finish answering why never fell.
When the well's threw the world of light, many also hold, we began to wonder how much we have learned from such experience, they, the miners, and us. "Do not treat me as an artist, I am a miner," said one of them. Good sign. In the late hours also knew that the 33 decided to establish a foundation to help the miners with fewer resources. Take off to try to understand what happened and see the twilight on both sides of the moon.

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Cris time.

(179) Friday October 8, 2010
Bill Gates said: "What if you had told Columbus, Chris, baby, do not go now, wait to solve major problems first: the war poverty and crime, pollution and disease, racial hatred ... "
Within days of the anniversary of the conquest, pillage and plunder of America we want to put a shortcut reflective and think about some features of our culture that we have been as a result of that settlement which still continues.
Europeanization was the conviction that forced America to not be American. To give up its roots and destiny. Capitalism is born in 1492 in our Western life nestled in the form of looting. We, as periphery, are the condition of possibility of the center. And the center is vertigo, speed, hurry because time is money. The center moves around the gold around it made continuous movements. Travel to the periphery and loot, to carry the school as stolen. There remains a time making the industrial revolution and then a second time back to the suburbs with their capital to establish a new dominance. So the center has no time to lose. There is much to conquer, to accumulate. Such political movement imposed a culture of restlessness, trouble status, speed.
It is no coincidence that hallucinatory vertigo which characterizes the Western capitalist cities. Culture of speed, the immediacy. Time valued not as a gift of life but as a commodity. Nobody has time. We even fear of wasting time. We live in a hurry. The reality conceived as flash involves a fragmentation of time perpetual present series of mind requires constant jumps from one thing to another. This creates a feeling of rootlessness, isolation and confinement. In this worldview the past is blurred, indeed, he denies it or puts it in question. The future does not wait too long. Rather, it causes anxiety to be unknown and different from what was expected of him. This not only has a choice with all your office immediately.
vertigo with its implacable laws and has become a way of life. His absence is synonymous with worthlessness, lack of productivity. We fight for our bit of vertigo to be recognized as someone who achieves everything it sets. Dostoyevsky says that when a person is venturing on the path of vertigo, "is as if sledding from the top of a mountain covered with snow is growing fast."
The paradox of the matter is that you can understand the haste of one who seeks to accumulate and master, but it is illogical to the plight of those who by fate's role is plundered and dominated. This is precisely the trap. The speed does not let us think, compels us to move. So living in this fast-paced world a trench in Guantanamo with a luxury hotel-cap Japan, isolated ranches of indigenous peoples that are disappearing, with hotel chains or territorial spaces snatches Benetton luxurious holiday clubs mixed with refugee camps. Vertigo ignores the values \u200b\u200bbecause the only value ends up being him. A world given to solitary individuality, to the fleeting and ephemeral, the spectacle of neon. Lost individual and social. And shelter is not looking for peace, but lost in the turmoil. What everyone does not warn that the speed is so acclaimed is just a way of escaping. Seneca said that "Those who are in a maze confuses the same speed." If the center
historically come to the periphery and rushes to that by creating this culture, reproducing the same logic, rapid eats the slow.
To our native people was very different thing. The time was cyclical, surrounded us, renewing, as the air we breathe. But in the worldview of the settlers came to us time is a line, a finite resource is depleted, leaves, and then produces anxiety and trouble. Larry Dossey, an American physician, coined the term "time sickness" to describe the obsessive belief that the time away, not available in sufficient quantity, is exhausted and then you have to pedal faster and faster to keep pace.
Too bad nobody told Cris before casting off way to America: "No go now, there's no rush. " What a shame if we ended up waking up in so many ways of lies imposed and do not begin to expel from our lives to those who still seek to colonize.

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Rafael Correa, the secret of free men

(178) Friday, October 1, 2010

The hospital will draw me "corpse or president," said the chief executive of Ecuador Rafael Correa. In a show of courage and lucidity, and before a cheering crowd that, after being rescued by military forces, again denounced "an attempted coup by a group of police officers, victims of a formidable campaign of disinformation." Correa accused in a fiery speech by National Radio opposition groups close to former president Lucio Gutierrez for this miserable rebellion. Meanwhile, the people sang "Correa, a friend, the people are with you." And no doubt left that this was so.
"can cut the flowers but can not stop the spring," he said quoting a few hours before Neruda. "They can kill the president but the important thing is the cause, and after I come Correa thousand more will come thousands of revolutionaries, of citizens who will continue with our project." "I will not surrender," "I prefer death to abandon my principles." He came to tell the police to offer the breast "If want to kill the president, shoot ... here it is! ". would have to go back to the figure of Salvador Allende to find so great magnanimity and generosity.
The sequence of events we live yesterday began when a group of police force took the Regiment Number 1 in the city of Quito to protest the denial of the veto of a law providing for elimination of bonuses and promotions. The fact that so far may sound simple sectoral demands, it was actually an excuse to carry out a clear attempt coup. During the day, the outrage among the public was growing to be known as Rafael Correa was injured by police and needed medical assistance. Kidnapped in the Police Hospital with a wound on his eyebrow and certain complications in his recently operated knee was seriously feared for his life. He remained there until almost midnight a group of soldiers, after 35 minutes of gunfire, rescued him.
not have to be international policy analyst take for granted that this is a clear attempt to silence the voice of Ecuador and its President, who has been facing to the interventionist policy of the United States in the region and the typical native oligarchies . Destabilization attempts as they only seek to roll back to our region to era of coups, now under other formulas, to restore the rule of the groups power forever.
UNASUR meeting in Buenos Aires with the presidents of the continent, supported by clear and convincing to Correa. Evo Morales, with his usual courage did not hesitate in declaring that this strike is directed "to the anti-capitalist and anti-imperialist presidents" and "seeks to remove the ALBA-TCP and UNASUR.
should not be surprised at this point in our history the events of Ecuador. Are there no parallel scenarios, comparable to the rest of most of our Latin American countries? Are not crouching and threatening to many groups operating Brazil, Bolivia and Argentina and to resist to the end of the shame they do not have to defend the privileges they have always enjoyed?
Right is so identical to herself that their scenarios are an anecdote. Has an exact modus operandi in the geography that they present. By such and such sordid motives to those claimed in Ecuador killed many here. Prodded, tortured, raped, abused, stolen babies, disappeared thousands, shot dead and dormant sea, asphalted streets on human remains, they put electric shock to pregnant women, planted a country with concentration camps, they put us in an absurd war. And now come to say we are in a dictatorship because Bonafini said he had to take the court. In the past, the best were the jerks and now come to give lectures on etiquette. They look so much, I say, this murderous right Ecuador with our own. They are so alike, so cloned. Luckily
yesterday in front of them was a man and a people. I got out of hospital "corpse or president," he said. And no one is certainly more president that never came. More himself, more mail, more people. The world knows by this time if cruelty is the strength of the fearful, the truth is the secret of free men.