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a whole year to pay the fee every month (it was like having double expense), desperately hoping that day comes (to stop paying). And

arrived. The lower house, if we do not have the cat, on Monday went to Bariloche. Graduation trip. 9 days of excess with the consent of the parents who smiled when parted, begging closely not have to rush because the pubescent grabbed an alcoholic coma, or broke a leg skiing, and fell to the Nahuel Huapi, or one eye removed playing paintball, or worst of all, we call the other day asking for money because he spent every penny we gave him.

The first headache is the bag. Two days of travel and seven troops in the city. We paid extra to provide them clothes that use snow and mud from morning to night, but it was not enough. Torture began when I saw the heap on the bed: 6 jeans, 5 trousers, 5 joggings, 2 skirts, 12 (yes 12!) Short sleeve shirts and 8 (yes 8!) Long sleeve shirts, 6 divers, 4 sweaters , 3 woven sacks, 2 sets of thermal pants and shirt, 3-neck with its corresponding polar cap (because there is no question that combine), two pairs of gloves for snow (hers and brother) and one of wool, 16 pairs of socks, 10 pants (to see if they do not and have to wash one hand, yet!), 2 bikinis for the pool (what pool?), 2 pairs of boots (brown and black), 2 pairs shoes (leather and cloth), hair brush, brush hair, comb hair, hair straightening iron, hair curler, hair rubber bands, hair barrettes, headbands for hair. Makeup (hers and mine), creams (Cleansing, nutrition, sunscreen, just in case adermicina for lips, hands), toilet kit with hygiene products (shampoo, cream rinse, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush ), cell phone charger, mp3, camera, cds. number. Total: 2 full suitcases and a backpack.

came out at one in the afternoon from the school gate of Olives (my daughter wanted to make this trip twice: with his old school and new school. After it down to reality to slaps, he decided to go with the former). There we were waiting for the micro parents, while travelers gathered in a nearby square. They arrived ten minutes before with drums, flares, slips, banners, posters, screaming and jumping, to shame the director was going from gray-green to purple hypertension. An hour later they were accompanied by two coordinators of the age of my son, who looked at girls with lust.

After a while the game starts the trouble. Will they right? Do the drivers will be responsible?. To placate (the trouble) are the cell. First text message: 3 pm. "How's it going?". "We are sticking to the coordinator to put videos of Ricky Martin ", he answered. Second text message: 3:45 pm." And now they do? "." A dance contest against the San Andres "answer. (An Up dance contest the group?). The fifth message my daughter was adamant: "Ma, stop breaking my balls", and turned off the phone.

Since then knocked twice. In both got the same album: "Julia, please do not spend on silly things, dress warm, do not spend on silly things, do not drink much, do not spend on silly things, I slept a little, not spend on silly things. "Now call the parent.

Let's see, when I went to Bariloche graduation trip I spent 8 days without sleep, I took to the water in the vases, I ran, jumped, screamed and I needed a day off to recover. But now I'm the mother!, So I did not come with that "Do not be hinchapelotas, that you did too!". And want to see when they touch their children. I will go just as to me: 9 days with heart in mouth and a desperate desire to turn back time and again have 17 years.

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When I was little I had toys. Bah, like everyone else. Occasional wrist (I never liked too), tea in plastic never used it, much less cooking sheet with their aluminum pots, ropes to jump, a revolver with a holster he loved, two or three little cars to string (do not become the living, that there was no remote control at the time) and several stuffed animals. I loved creating my own games. Arming models of houses with cardboard boxes and I designed the furniture, polishing branches arched to give them a rubber band and invented united arrows with thin metal rods.

also had board games. A scrabell, the Teg and The Game of Life. But of all, the one I liked was the "Who's who?" Because he always won. "Do you have a mustache, use the blond hair?" I ask my friends, and successful. Today
kids are playing the same games that last 30-odd years ago. Changed only slightly.
The Who's Who "remains, what were the questions changed. Now the kids say "Do you have big boobs?," She shaves the pelvis? " But at bottom, is the same.


When I was young, I wanted to look great. I pulled my mom bra and stuffed with little balls of heaven. And so she went out, not caring that laugh at me. The girls of today also want to look great, but instead of balls bought at any kiosk paradise tits-believe and do they care to be laughed at them. But deep is the same.

When I was young, little boys playing with plastic guns, throwing balls. Earned him stick to more of counters, or canned tomatoes. The little boys of today as well, only as a reward for his accuracy will fill a glass with whiskey, beer or gin. But in the background is the same.
When I was young I had a plush Bambi and a furry teddy bear. The kids now have more variety of stuffed animals. But in the background is the same.

When I was young I liked to do experiments. Pulling melted wax on a cold metal plate and formed the mushroom of the atomic bomb. Also injected water aloe vera plant and watched as inflated. Today's kids have equipment for torturing dolls that cry when it hurts. But in the background is the same.


When I was young I had a dinghy and a rubber ducky for the bathtub. The boys now. In the background is the same
is true that today's kids are more encouraged. It is true that using more sophisticated toys, but they are a copy of those who had. Nothing has changed. If even sleep in cribs that we used them ourselves. With some modifications, but in the end, is exactly the same.

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Scenario 1:

Carrefour Devoto. Thursday 11, gondola electrical equipment. I am looking for 4 lamps
60. The meeting, I try to work. I put them in the tester. Not burn. I grab another. Neither. Carrefour begin to insult, to Phillips, the repositories of lamps, all aloud. At my side, an elderly gentleman asked me: "You want me to help?". "I do not know, something I'm doing wrong because you can not pledge any light bulb," I say without looking. A person is walking down the gondola next door and greeted Mr. solidarity: "Hi, what do you do here, as goes the family?". "Well, well," replied the old man and you still see as I struggle with the tester. Ten seconds later, another person goes back to greet Mr. solidarity. "Ehhh!," Was sent to shop? A pleasure to watch. " "Thanks, thanks," replied the master. The bulb that lights up the tester does chiporroteo in my head. Someone finds an acquaintance in the supermarket is not rare that two straight so warmly greet pass and is more difficult. Turn my head, looked at the man with question mark face. The gentleman in me says apologetically: "I am known for my son." Major question mark in my eyes. "I am the father of Maradona" says "and no light bulbs because the tester is unplugged. "Scenario 2



Thursday 11, 15:25 pm. I work in a rating for the company of my friend Senator. Receipt documentation sent by him, but incomplete. pick up the phone and dial a number. "Senate of the Nation, Office of Senator XXXX," I answered. "Hi Ruben?, please pass me with XXXX", I ask. "In this busy time, is very urgent?" says Ruben. "Yes, I need some data now to finish a job, tell him two seconds. "Musiquita frightening." Russian Hello, what happened? "(voice of Senator XXXX, with important buzz back)." XXXX, asshole, INFELÍ, TA who gave birth, SEND ME NO DATA # # # # THAT WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT MOGOCHO!. "Total silence. Answer my friend," expected to raise the tube, I'm in the middle of a meeting. "
I do not know who, or who thought of me, much less, they thought of him to have friends like me.

Scenario 3:

Expotrastienda. Saturday 13, 21:00 Hs Stand of an art gallery presents important where a painter friend. I find, have a chat and introduces me to another artist in the gallery. My friend asked that I find the shows. "Some are very good, others a mamarachos. Look at that, "I say pointing to a picture that is in another stand. "Who can afford to have that crap in your house?" He insists. "That picture is mine" says the friend of my friend.

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Not that I dream weird thing is that my dreams are very realistic. For example, I once dreamed of going to Barcelona to visit Barbarita bus. Ugarte took the 333 at Pan American and in a while (after crossing a river) come. I even had a bag of wool because it was summer here and winter there. It is true that the 333 still does not go to Europe, but that does not mean it can not happen in the future. Hence the realism, do you understand?.

Two nights ago I went to bed, I watched a little TV and then fell asleep.
The first image (I remember) was my husband sitting in the kitchen in front of me, while I asked her Violet. "We are dating for a while," I answered the infidel. As Violeta came to my kitchen is a mystery, but came out of nowhere and saying, "Rider RIDER (¿¿¡¡¡ !!!??, were called by a nick! I can not be married to one use "Rider" as a nickname!), if you want to come back later, because now you're busy. " I watched "Violeta" (Good grief, two of a kind. What will be called "Violet"?) and said "Relax (Do I say" relax "?), it's all good. Of course, waiting in the corridor that we have to settle some family matters." Something happened in the middle but I forgot it, because the next thing was "Rider" telling me he was going to get the car to take "Violeta" home. I knew (do not ask how) that she was a co-worker. It is not any real that I know, they said.

guess that gave me very angry that bring to my house because I woke up suddenly. I looked at the clock: 4 to 16 in the morning. I sat in bed, I gave a violent push my husband to sleep on her side, said something like "qqrrrrrreszzzZZZZzzz" turned around and went back to sleep. All had been

there if not because I went to sleep and I kept dreaming the same!. This time the stage was our old house in Olivos, in remodeling. We were the infidel and I when "Violeta" appeared. Came and began to comment on the wallpaper (what wallpaper? Hate papered walls). "Rider" came up, hugged her and asked if it was the preferred color. Then I realized that the house was for them, not me!. "Violeta" I watched as he said: "Rider, I called twice but cut as she cared, but I left a message on the answering machine (no doubt this is calibrated how I will not listen to messages on my answering machine?). The next image is of a crowded place where the infidel had to "Violet" when I was there!.

I awoke to the sound of the Hulk that I have for alarm, but the anger was growing. I began to give blows to Gingeras trying to cover his head with both hands as he shouted "What ails you, crazy?".

"What's Up, treacherous, unfaithful, unhappy? Vos I do not deceiving you to walk, much less with a grimy in your office!" I replied as I continued to beat him. "And now your shit together and go from here, and she'll iron those shirts of pure cotton shit shrivel all! You're going right now with "saw-le-ta", "Ji-ne-te"! "

" What Violet, what rider? "I told the infidel. There is nothing that makes me as angry as the cowards who are unable to cope with the situation and turn a blind eye. more angry he was.
"That, to which we're fixing up the house of Olives, which has a foul taste and papered the walls"

The infidel looked at me, said "it is too early to hear so many bullshit" and locked herself in the bathroom while I was yelling from the hallway "Sure, they cheated on me, you spend a fortune on it and leave me for that chirusa is a shit! "

Julia was awakened by the shouts and heard the last part of the fight. Crying went to the bathroom door to yell at her father:" Why us you do this, because he has deceived Mom, why are you going? ".

The infidel should be a little tired, because he responded slowly (always in the bathroom)" Julia, stop saying silly things I'm not going anywhere. Your mother dreamed that I was cheating, you know? SO-NO "
Julia wiped her tears with an average, looked at me and said," Mom, you're assholes? "And slamming the door went into his bedroom. Gonzalo

was having breakfast in silence. When I entered the kitchen, asked pleadingly: "Please tell me I'm adopted."

already took precautions. I put the hockey stick under the bed. If I have a dream like that, Gingeras remains toothless. I swear.

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afraid I do not see a doctor. I was scared I was the picture of women for silence at the entrance of the hospital. Each time I asked who it was, my Mom replied, "is Rosa Lopez, a young man."

Rosa Lopez was a lady who spent 60 and worked as a nurse for so many years that no one could imagine having a life outside this place. And when I say "place" I do not mean the clinic, but the stall where he was engaged to a boil in a giant pot, glass syringes and needles of all sizes.

For me, Rosa Lopez was synonymous with injections.

wore a cap on his head and white loafers, left over many kilos and he always complained of leg pain. Never heard saying a kind word to anyone Today I feel that she enjoyed the face of terror that we put the kids every time we approached.

Once I have 8 or 9 years old, traveled to Santa Fe because one of my uncles was admitted to the Hospital Cullen. The place was in my eyes, immense. We passed offices, hallways, stairs up to the ward, and great was my surprise when, next door was a photograph of Rosa Lopez!.

Since that day I began to regard her with respect. The first thing I did upon returning was to tell my friends that Rosa was known. Who knew her at the hospital in Santa Fe, and who knows where else. We all wanted to hanging from his fame. Started visiting the hospital with any excuse, just to talk. "Rosa, look at me hands, I hit the handlebar of the bike," "Rosa, I swallowed my gum." Competed to see who spent more time with her. One day to accompany her home. He lived with a disabled child and would not let anyone, but we engineered to reach the dining room.

had a dark wooden table and a cupboard full of porcelain figures, but the picture that launched to stardom was not anywhere. A wall hung oval table where two people saw her wedding day. "Parents should be" we told each others, not afraid to ask. The differences between the lady and Rosa Lopez for silence were many.

Later, Rosa retired and died. The child was disabled by a sister and I never remembered it.

never until two or three days I saw it on television. It was a report on the status of hospitals in Argentina. The announcer said: "Even the pictures are old, but this picture look the year 1950."

And then, I swear, two or three days, I realized that Rosa Lopez was never famous.