rings the bell ... Oh no! I could save the first break for a few jobs, but ... now I can not escape them! No! Come over here ... I'm lost ...!! Well ... I think it's time to escape ...!! -Yoly! - Shout in unison. The truth is I do not know why the hell away from them tried to escape, since Maxi is very fast and soon I will reach ... Just do it, I have grabbed by the arm. Great ...! -not go well again, "says Jenny gasped, the three of us have missed a good race for institutional corridors was you who decided to tell us, so now do not run away, have to answer a few questions ... "What's that you've caught him?! - Maxi skips this rare look before. "Well, that ... is that ... I do not know ... it was so ... nice ... And when I looked into his eyes ... those eyes clear and deep ... I ipnotizaron. I could not stop looking at him ... "Only his eyes? - Asked Jenny. "And his smile ...- sigh. Looking back, But I wear red ... now why are you so angry? Prior did not seem important fact. "Sure. I did not think were going to catch you for him. I do not know, was cute and I figured that would link a bit with him, you smile, you look into my eyes and go, then he gives you his number, asks you to yours and asks for your name and you think you have linked. Not vice versa. "True, not good caught by someone you do not know, just like that," says Maxi. She says that was caught not long ago by Sofia ...- I know it's play dirty, but I have to defend myself. "Therefore I tell you! - Wow ... Is very angry ... "Well ... Tranquilzaos both. First I want to know, maybe it's a good guy y. .. "And the best is a short quarter-bud .- Jenny really do not think or know? Recurdas is not Tom? - This was his first love and he broke her heart. "Yeah, I remember. But I know that is wrong with you to meet someone? And if I see it is not good for me to walk away. I promise. -De acurdo ...- say the two unconvinced. I said this because I thought I would support, not to give me a lesson. They protective. Okay, I also worry about them, but I do not think so. And sure Leon is not as bad boy ... My thought is interrupted because of my mobile, it vibrates. It is a message, but ... Whose?
1. The Little Red Riders Book: an order list of stars from the music page. Much confusion in the transition from "sex, drugs and r'n'r" the new age: Coldplay, for instance, order 48 bottles of beer, vodka ... and "organic soup." (Thanks to J & A for the gift)
2. 100% rock. The ultimate encyclopedia of rock postdictatorship (Robert Hammond): a modern version of the classic Uruguayan "Hold on" that was published in the '60s here. Sanfilipo a little, too;). It has many times higher, for example, the "F", "crowded festivals and recitals: Opportunity to give bands rock critics for that instead of listening to records and having to think, say how many people went to view and, therefore, delegate numbers and figures, the task of deciding which groups are good and which not. "
3. History of symptoms of mental disorders (German Berrios): one psicogueto, but very interesting. How mental health as we know it is assembled in the nineteenth century.
4. The light novel (Mario Levrero): of the 567 pages, 450 belong to the ML writes daily counting how you spend your money Guggenheim Fellowship (2000-2001). Almost as great as the banquet for the friends he made with dollars from the same foundation Peralta Ramos, 40 years ago.
5. Totally Wired: post punk interviews and overviews (Simon Reynolds) is a brodrio some, others funny. It is always better to read directly the words of the protagonists. So yes, Simon included skating completely himself as an interviewee (daaale, Saimon, Stop fooling around ... Do you think you're up to Devoto?).
6. Everybody is stupid except for me (Peter Bagge): a collection of comics-tests. Impossible not to compare with what you do Liniers in The Nation and think "how much, but how much has to have a Peter Bagge here."
7. 1890-1900 Anthology of Decadence (Lorrain, Huysmans, Schwob et al): to it not grabbed when it came out and I came across by chance this year. I loved it. It was the book that gave this year. "The lover of tuberculosis", brilliant.
8. How to Dress for Every Occasion, by The Pope: a book bought at an outlet of McSweeney's, where the Pope pulls esclesiástica fashion tips.
9. McSweeney's! : as ever, something good in each edition. At 30, there is a story of the actor half indie / mainstream half the time, Michael Cera, that is fine! (Surprise).
"Yes I care! You know I gotta learn end up, right? Always ended up finding out all ...- Aaa! Why the hell has that voice so loud? Okay, I do not pay any attention, but it is no big deal, I can not stand her squeaky voice! looks like the scraping of fingernails against the blackboard in class. Eventually leave me deaf! "You find out who will end up, I'd rather do it another day, so ... never?! And just when the aunt that was going to answer that edge ... Grrr -...- a whispered roar of the silent Maxi ... This is gonna be great! - PIANS LET ALONE EVER ??!!!- Siii! That in my Maxi! What a face that puts Sofia, chop! And I see that Jenny thinks like me, because we can not hold back from laughing! Hahaha! Maxi we look first to face rare, as saying: <> But in the end ends for joining us. -Grr! What you laugh?! Oooh! - I have to say, this annoys a lot to Sophia and goes very angry, haha! And this makes us even more grace, so everyone who passed by near us were watching. Well! Ya basta! Yoly Calm down, please calm down, I know it's funny, but you have to calm down. And going, and going. I see my inner voice does serve some purpose. "We were going to say what it's called the guy, remember? - The other two also hancalmado, perfect. And, of course, you ask me this is Jenny. "His name is Leon, he said he would call me to be someday. -Leon ... nice name. I suppose you used all your arts of seduction to flirt with him, right? You've got very, easy to smile and look into his eyes and at your feet. "Well ... actually ... I could not even look at his face and smile. I could only stammer ...- I get red just thinking about how I Habis as Leon. Ye have found me, you know that I've caught him and they will kill me; but first I submitted to the third grade ... "What ??!!!- both. "I've caught him?! Just like that? "Is Jenny ... "Well, I think ... ...- itself was just about to say something y. .. rings the bell! Saved by the Bell ...!- Time to go to class! Then we talked ... I can not believe it! I do not understand! They have not seen such deep blue eyes ... Ooh! Why I had to hit him? I'm sure he is nice guy, but ... would be better if they knew ... Some day we were all together! And I may be with him ... Yoly! Focus! You have class! But I'm going to do? I do not know how to tell ...
I'm in the institution. Yengo to tell all my friends. "What the hell is it so important that we have to tell?! Last night you called me to tell me that we had to Ontar something, and was the only thing you called me, "he says Maxi. "You too? Yesterday afternoon came late to my house for something that had happened y. .. -Boys! You want me to speak and to tell you what happened to me yesterday? "Sorry! - I say in unison. "Yesterday I went to the supermarket to do an errand for my mother and I stumbled out with a handsome guy. I dropped everything down and helped me pick it up. Then he asked me what my name was and what was my number-summary narrated as possible because I did not tell them what I had red and as he stammered. -talk about something else? O. .. did something else? - Ask me Maxi in a very rare, it was just curiosity, it was something else ... but I do not know what. "Well ... no, he said this it seemed to me to spend a fleeting smile on his face, but I think they are imagining things. "And it was? - Asked Jenny. "It was a little taller than me, blonde hair, neither too short nor too long, and his eyes were ....- tried to do that pause as short as possible-green-blue, clear veery. "I can know who you are talking about, guys? - Asked a shrill voice recognition. Grrr! Sofia had to be! The gossip and popular former institutions. Before all the kids were crazy about her because she was very pretty, but until recently they had had enough sense to realize how stupid it is. They have now changed my mind and some are behind me, but if they do not ... How can this be changed so radically? How funny! "This is private, so if you do not mind, and if you care ... PIRATE! None of your business! - This is me. No one seems odd to speak to cry because I only see out of my boxes. goal now is to bother me life, and if it also leads to annoy people who do not hesitate to chiropractic. Gives exactly the same if it bothers me. Last year, Maxi was crazy about her, but really. He says that Sofia is the first girl he wanted, but she did much damage. Picked up a little with him to fall completely on their networks, and so the boy asked out recently, in summer. We were quite a few times and she played with him as he wanted. He realized too late, when she was forced to separate from me and our friends. Well, better late than never ... But this is super funny! It's great to see so anfadada, but Maxi looks set to explode renerla just ahead ... Poor guy! He says he was an idiot, but at least corrected the error. now hates even more than I ... JA!
As soon I get home, I stop buying, I take the things of institutions and Quinones plays, and I pyro Jenny's house. -remember you when you said you'd be here?! You get three quarters of an hour late! - Is my best friend, but sometimes it gets very hysterical, especially with the schedule seems to have come ...- rushing back to here ASNI yet're late! And I have to prepare a little, because the theater and I will not let you go ...!! "Calm down! - Is getting put on the nerves" But I missed something ... "You decided to sign up to the institute's singing contest? Ooh! Genial! I'm sure you'll win! "Actually it has been another thing ... -Ooh ...!! You're never going to decide to sign up? Well, tell me mqjor morning. Remember that we were to go to theater and no homework? "Yes, you're right, let's go or we'll be late. "Wait, I was getting presentable, because he ran out from near Leon had started to rain and I did not take any umbrella ... Already I'm pathetic. And we left. Wife and I stayed all afternoon doing homework and playing countless festivals, plays for the institution. I really like the tetro, interpret, and sing, but although the great Ansay me out, I never put in any work: I have stage fright. And these days the teacher is unbearable stressed, though, I have to admit, it's very funny see it.
Leugo, played back home and study. Qie Aburi is God! I had dinner, watched TV in my room and gave me draw León. Even I could believe I had passed it, it's great! And how could not sleep, I called Maxi, my best friend. He and Jenny are the best guys I've known, so are my best friends. Well, Maxi asked me curious, because it was called. I told him I was very excited, but it would tomorrow at the institution. He made a noise and said, "by do you call me to tell me that tomorrow you have to tell me something? ". And I understand, I will also behave well. But I was amused. That night I slept till late. I also dreamed Leon. How would I mola tell a guy not know? would laugh at me. And understand. But ... blue-green eyes, clear and deep, it left me alone for a second in all night ...
I'm in the super to do some errands for my mother. I was out of there when someone slip and slam ... Levanto the light and see a guy slightly taller than me, with blonde hair, not too short nor too long, and blue-green eyes. Very handsome, I must say. -out! - She says, "You okay? -emmm ... ss ... yes ...- but stupid! From cuendo stutter in this way to see a boy?! - Gra ... grai .- add as if it had been ridiculed enough. "Nothing. Qiueres help you? - Asks with a smile. -N ... ...- I do not need rojísimaa! "But if you've lost all down! Let me help you woman ... I hit Since he had not looked at anything but his face, so when I looked around and said this gave me that cunt lleveba reason: it had all the buying beaten into the ground! "As you ...- answer. helps me pick up the purchase and again we all in the bag. I think the guy could have been cut off in any time with just me in the face, for he was as red as a tomato! Or even more ...!! When finished collecting looks at me and, to be anything more ridiculous, get silly face ... -Gra ... thanks. For ... help me. -...- There was no doubt for a moment, and I get upset, as ...- not Mind if I make one ... or two questions? -Emm ... Yeah right, tell me. -What's your name? Noo! Now I am more red yet! But it could be more red? How silly! "Well ... I ... I'm Yolanda, but you can call Yloy, and you? "I'm Leon. Pleased to meet Yoly. "Nice ... approached me and gives me two kisses ... I can not even imagine how I am! "And ... you could give me your number? So, maybe we can be one day ... no? -Ss ... yeah, right. Is this ...- we exchanged numbers. "Thank you, it tells me looking at your feet, looked at his feet when I called the number. The truth is that thanks to the look, to see if my face is doing those stupid rouge ... I hate to nerves and shyness! "Well ... I, I have to go ...- I say, why not kill my mother hurry! -Oh! Yes, of course, normal. Well, ... I'll call you. Yoly to another. -to another ... Leon ... Doi few steps toward my house and look back, and, of course, he also was watching me and smiling! Doi I return again and start running toward my house.
Luckily I stayed with Jenny, because I have to tell him everything!
Hi everyone! Fatima and I wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas Eve! also wanted to wish you a happy Christmas and New Year próspro! Thanks to all who read my story. I love you.
As soon as I said this, the girl ran very happy, because he had stayed with his friends. When he came near them told him everything, and everyone was very happy.
spent some time in the whole company of his friends when he began to feel something special for his best friend, the only guy who always believed in and knew that he also had feelings for her, something else that friendship ... She knew he would never hurt her because he knew it very well. And that's how he knew who would be the guy but adequate, I knew it would not last forever, but when it ended, would be very good friends. And, really, do not know why I made this short since that love me so much harm, because the girl I am talking about me. My name is Yolanda, and the upcoming "deliveries" I will tell the story of my first love, a good friend and a very good love ...!! Follow this story that saddened me at first, but then put a big smile on my face! = D
A girl he met one day at a cute guy and fell in love with him. He did everything possible to see it again, and when I got started talking. After a long conversation, he told the girl to stay one day and she was thrilled! When the day arrived, she was beautiful, and went to the place where they left off, but took a great surprise to get the boy was not there. the girl waited for hours but did not appear. Desilisionada, went running and crying. One day he told his friends what had happened li, and were very sad for her ... Only one knew it was going through it and said DO NOT CRY FOR A WILL, BECAUSE NO MAN IS WORTH THE TEARS OF A WOMAN. The girl realized that they were right, and made every effort to return to see the child who had li hacho damage. The day I saw him, he was beside her and asked, " feel have missed our appointment, I heard you got very sad and cried a lot, right?? " But she knew that it was a total joke Countess: " princesses do not cry, and less for frogs to princes believe! "
With the passing of Hurricane Cappa, it is inspiring when he did that again to see a Professional football and won the debate Marketing Vs Game . That term does not appear in a championship, beyond the awkwardness of Brassenas (but never went in so clumsy), gives the right thing spleen character. No GAN, but joyful melancholy.
[From the chapter The DT Ideal, Soccer Book of the endless, dynamic unthought of Dante Panzeri]
I think the ideal shape of a football DT may be given in this character which is reported below:
- What tactic intended to apply on your computer? - The muscle that players are able to impose themselves, so they can play. - and if they were not able to impose such a tactic? - then lose every game. (...) (my role is) make everyone very dear friends among them and all run the same number of meters perspire the same amount of sweat, pulled out the same amount of gray thinking how to fool the enemy, and that we all have mutual security that no one plays thinking of playing for himself.
number 9 I'm hearing the new album Banda de Turistas and the feeling I have is that they took pains to sound as close as possible to what journalists semiretired (pun intended) of them said.
The first album had songs that were flying high that the arrangements or how to play them, here are covered by the grasslands of the national beat (which is perhaps the least interesting subgenre already uninteresting "Rock Nacional").
Rarely an active effort to sound like The Young Guard. They may end up reduced to a retro wink, say no and The Beats (not a question of offense), but as a kind of tribute band-carlito sixties optimism.
But if that is rare, much worse is encountering a new band that sounds like Banda de Turistas (!). On Saturday I saw live A Fabrica, a group that except for a version "calexico" Morricone, went into wilted beat beat faded.
Okay, I assume that at the time did advocacy of Nebbia Gatos, but here there is no "tomorrow." There is, yes, image. But falling into the discussion Music Vs Image does not make much sense, because how much more image that Alan Vega and Martin Rev and yet the noise exceeded the risk. (...)
then touched Baseball Furies and saved the night. What good are! Very, very good.
1. Palmera lady on flirty eyelashes playing with the wind.
2. And while in a corner of the room the presbístero Garuby attending this show of dementia, with the usual dull eyes, rubbing his hands and laughing with silent laughter ...
3. This morning was colder.
4. El Argentino A is more than the Argentine B
5. For now all free.
6. Today we will see in the glass zabaleta Gaudio Petrobras ... you drink?
7. The subject is spoken
8. What's your name?
9. Creating entry / New entry 10. See which of the two caps you feel better. Download it and open it great to see well.
One of the most rewarding moments in postmodern Western life is when the postman rings the bell and bring a package. This time, came "Everybody is stupid except for me and Other astute observations," the latest book by Peter Bagge.
In addition to being a contemporary of Pavement, one on one and the 90's allowed to continue Hate recent years, buying each new issue in comiquerías at that time were everywhere. Pardon this attack of nostalgia, readers under 30 but Peter Bagge is an artist who, far from what could have happened to Douglas Coupland, maintains much of its lucidity until today and had to celebrate somehow.
This volume is a compilation of the history that made for such a Reason magazine, which, frankly, not very good.
PB has two strengths: the freaks and the girls a little crazy. Captured both worlds with great accuracy and appear here sporadically, not in the natural state that developed in Hate.
think is inevitable that the examples here are Podetti and embarrassed Liniers of DNA. The first flight lifted never supposed him and the second ... The second good snapped with Peter Bagge, but stole his soul.
I went through the scanner one page (of the Sex section.) Then I found a story along with other cartoons here.
2. The other day I received an email from Stephen Bitesnik. He wanted me the first book of a new publisher to read it. I found it odd and fun place for who gets a book (And press release!). Fixed and saw him.
3. I stayed with the "I also read Revolver" halfway between Broca's area and larynx. I was surprised that physically looks like another ex-scrambling.
4. Now I lost the newsletter, but said some of Interzone and cowardly. The new editorial called Malone and is a name that I would have given.
5. Many years ago I read somewhere that was out a book called "Review of Residence." I remember I asked in many major bookstores, and never got it. For many years I had the piece of paper folded in your wallet (it was a period of use of wallet) "Eduardo Muslip - Private Review. "Now, I go into the elevator and see in the flap that the author of the book is ... oh no! That has life around! Eduardo Muslip!.
6. I'm reading it. Of course, after the fascination Levrero (which fell to Paris), fails to "passionate." Anyway, does that "Maribel" I look like an asshole of entry (well, with a name as spinetteano ...). One can imagine why someone will appoint the review Puig Radar (if any such review).
7. The book is called Phoenix and I guess a sort of novel compartmentalized.
8. To top it off, just as I would devote to finish to write more "serious" here, I finally arrived McSweeney's box of the last great bargain. Now in the light table there are four books in the backpack, travel two or three.
9. It seems logical that the ipod to take a lot of records like that, it goes to books.
10. How to overcome the issue of the fascination that has the character in first person for the world and her roommate does not match at all with my first person in this fictional scenario?. Someone might say that you have to read things more remote-living style, for example. Or break up the argument. Or capture the influences. But these are like going to the cinema to see a lousy pleícula and say "have a good picture", or listen to a horrible band and say "the bear is an animal."
11. There's a lot memory, I think that's what jars at this juncture. Anyway, I'll keep reading.
In April this year, Daniel Melero accepted the proposal to participate in a roundtable at the Congress of Psychiatry, Mar Del Plata entitled "The Pathological Extensions of art: Duchamp, dopamine and paranoia." It was an idea that was around for some time and made a series of events that could be carried out. Here, the videos:
(Still) The Medium is the Message or how artists identify with Jonah
1. "The" digital cumbia "is a fusion between the rate bailantero and" dance "of Europe and the U.S., which was invented in Argentina. Since 2003, parties are held in Buenos Aires where foreign producers sponsor this mixture, that it has resonance and success in Europe ( Clarin, July 7)
4. Suppose innocence. Suppose that art be separated entirely from politics. Suppose the Clarín group only as a means of communication and the artists just as artists. Why the need to submit to the logic of the medium, which can only humiliate what was done?. Because, come on, why not read and humiliation that the party which controls the medium is the stupidest rock journalist who has given the national journalism (and in this context is enough)?. How not to read as destruction of art, the Holy snickers Biasatti and the other on the back of the note?.
5. Suppose the intention . Suppose the Zizek artists want to be the new "Under the Fund." Suppose the appearance in the Clarín Group as a publicity stunt to capture markets. How to read Chancha cutting saying that there is an economic issue?. How to read the common place to "sell the Scandinavian Latin blood?. How to read the label (the brand) Cumbia Digital?
6. Suppose rebellion. Suppose that what artists do is to break down cultural misunderstandings Zizek in pursuit of enjoyment. Suppose that the flag of Mash Up is an interesting ethical position against the market's copyright. The mash up as the resistance of those who can give new meaning discourse even more homogeneous. The mash up as metacreación space.
7. Suppose stupidity. Suppose that the group of artists from Zizek, some embrace the rebellion and other Phoenician intent. The rebels can not generate new discourses and Clarin fall into the whale, like Jonah. The Phoenicians, chochos, come in a new Mediterranean Clarin which continue to sell the trinkets they make.
8. Suppose a portrait of the political season: "Meanwhile, the freedom of the wi fi is showing its first collateral damage Empacho Digital is not simply a consequence of all the music that went through my hard drive" (Villa Diamante)
9. Phoenicia: "I want people to dance, I do not want to sell to sell, privilege artistic intention" ("King Coya Kerpel).
10. Suppose ideology (an answer why go to Telenoche?): "Not being a member of anything arouse suspicion in a society helplessly (...) overwhelming, the individual can experience himself if social media" (Adorno .)
11. Journalism hack S & P: Both Clarin as Critical , prevent development work, cutting and pasting what site says the artist .
12. Journalism: La Cumbia digital, however, is the daughter of: the dollar to 3.50, the creation of Palermo as a European outlet for not traveling, the tourist boom (at parties hear much English Zizek on the dance floor), the decline of the middle class, which begins to approach lower-class consumption before (moving from sushi to ceviche), the computer as a tool for communication, production and consumption of music, and depletion of stylistic devices in the European and American electronic music. This began to look more original beats outside its territory (the U.S. dj Diplo is the "Columbus of the Beats" became fashionable favela funk). In other words, is context (not by ideas, eye) "K", "Digital Kumbia." (Schanton)
13. Suppose the game: Why not go to the whale and cause a mini indigestion? Why tell them what they want to hear? Why not skip the caller to call somebody an idiot and more valid? Why put in the same bag, a collection of mash ups that somehow speak of information overload and what to do it, next to the shopping destination of "what succeeds in Europe, the lanyards of" there are no blood, we have to go to make them dance, "the company manager prolixity, and disfrute del baile?
14. Y a todo esto, ¿qué lugar queda para el sonido? ¿qué pasa en la pista?, ¿qué pasa en los auriculares por la calle?.
Habrán notado que no se dijo mucho aquí sobre el útlimo disco de Nacho Vegas. Es que con su plan de ser el Leonard Cohen de Gijón se le imantó la brújula ("Dry Martini, sexo anal"????) Pero el arte siempre da revancha. Esta es la semana en que descubrí younger brother. No, not a joke.
Not only has nice songs, but it has humor!:
Is there anything about your brother in this project?
No, there is absolutely no Nacho. I have not even heard their latest albums. But I suppose comparisons are inevitable, go. And in this case I'm like Ralf Schumacher or Marc Gasol. Hehehe ...
5 post comes from below. And that's final farewell.
The Museum of the Revolution: the pride of being an Argentine rebound.
S and gave me goosebumps. The Museum of the Revolution is almost a tribute to Che Guevara. Not all rooms talk about it, but they do seem to be the only ones. The building is the former home of government and kept in the first floor of the original structure of the Batista era. The president's office, the hall of mirrors, the seat of ministers, etc. A luxury seldom seen. But the real journey is from top to bottom. Begins on the third floor with the colonial era. There are details of the English conquest, independence, until the Batista government. At that time, Cuba was the prostitute in the U.S., there are installed the more expensive casinos and brothels while people are dying of hunger and disease. (41,000 people were killed in 1958 for lack of food and medical care). Cuba was what is now Haiti, but worse. Fidel Russ Castro was the son of one of the richest and most aristocratic families of the island, but overdevelopment of social conscience. He was exiled in Mexico when he met Che and then undertook the journey to the Revolution (that I tell them is a guided tour of the museum). Traveled 50 types in the Granma (a little yacht that is in another building, opposite the Museum) and landed in what is now the province of Cienfuegos. The first Santa Clara city was conquered by the people led by Ernesto Guevara de la Serna. There is a flag with Che's life from his birth in Rosario, school pictures Dean Funes, and TVs in several rooms that go filming theirs. These are the ones that attract tourists. I was surprised not to see references to his death or that of Camilo Cienfuegos (another of the heroes of the revolution who died in a plane crash). For every 10 entries (whether photographic or letters) of Che is one of Fidel. As Cubans say: "The father of the country is José Martí, the driver our Commander in Chief Fidel, but the national hero Che Guevara." The veneration felt by the people of Cuba for this man surpassed all my expectations. One of the things that did not and that's when I learned he was granted citizenship by birth, the highest honor you can give someone, and yet he thanked but the rejection by saying that "his nationality was Argentina." After the tour of the Museum spent the annex building where the Granma and several of the military equipment used during the fight. Since they had no capital to buy items used ingenuity. Above all, the Che. I was amused to see a tractor turned into a military tank or put small boats fishing for landing. An hour and a half later we left with undeserved pride being from Argentina. For us, Ernesto Guevara is a shirt or an arm tattoo of Maradona. For them, the ideal man.
And Cuba remains in the memory P untualmente they picked the hotel to take us to the airport José Martí. I boarded the plane with the conviction that it would be the last time I would step Cuba. And I left the Cubans with a "soon" totally convinced it will.
Findings of a bourgeois proletariat in the realm of O cho days in Cuba do not give me authority to opine about them, of course, much less living in places where never set foot in Cuba. But now I have a better idea (and fairer) about my views on a system defenestrated from my ignorance. I still think the same, but with much more restraint. Cuba 50 years living on their own resources. United States decided that the world could not trade with the island and the world listened. In Cuba there is poverty, but it has to do with what we know it. What there is poverty. And poverty is brought to an enviable dignity. There is no malnutrition or illiteracy, or people living on the streets. 90% of Cubans over 25 professionals (including two and three degrees) because the state pays their studies. Of course, if the races last 5 years, they should conclude at the time, and then work on what they are designated to repay the expense caused. But this super population of skilled people is also a problem. There are more professional than space, so (as the state is distributing the charge), exercise his own those who obtained the highest averages of study. The rest are located in various areas. routes in the streets and no commercial billboards, except Ron Havana Club, but is covered in murals with political advertisements with phrases such as "3 days of lock means all pencils, books and course books school. A little story of what is for them the state. What is the state is the people. When we went to Havana to Varadero I was surprised to see people hitchhiking on the road: private cars in Cuba have yellow patent and those belonging to the state blue. When passing a patent blue and makes them sign some Cubans have an obligation to stop and take, because ARE THE PEOPLE cars. There are even police officers who control that is true. No matter who travel on it, it can be up to Raul Castro. The car stops and leads. All taxis, coco taxis and buses for short and long distance are in the state. The government is the dealers and they give you the complete collection (they have fixed rates) and that are paid a salary. Tipping is an institution there. One has to tip everyone, no matter how small the effort to do. Not imposed on them, but through the years tourists did almost law as a way to collaborate with the people. The salary they are paid in Cuban pesos but things sold in convertible pesos and is between 10 and 24 CUC (the highest, in the case of scientists). Of course, this reaches them only to eat, buy clothes should save months. long time I stopped to talk to them on the street, in hotels, bars. All agreed on the same thing can not continue. Support the revolution but need modifications. They call for the unification of weight, a little opening to be left out. "Cubans are like the blind lady told me," we know everything but do not see anything. " And the phrase that I heard: "This was not what I wanted to Che." Perhaps the fact he died young, with the ideals intact, transformed him into a martyr. And Castro had no choice but to live in its shadow. having not allowed to leave the island, the government (after going through terrible tamed) outputs granted up to two months, but for any country wishing to travel should apply for visa. Than those of Latin America, the world is denied. Anyway, they do not have to travel. Think that the passage to the nearest place out around 200 euros, and they win 14 average. All complaints are whispers for now, because they risk losing their jobs if anyone is listening, but I felt that when Fidel dies voices begin to be heard, and will not be long before they are shouting. Raul Castro is president, but has almost no authority. His brother is still making the decisions. Families have a maximum of two children (one just the majority) because they know they can not support more. Cuba is a paradox, have the same medical research centers to the most advanced in the world (the medicine is free and all Cubans have access to it, whatever the treatment they need) but can not buy a computer, not only because not enough (700 CUC is the sale value), but because it is the state that authorizes and only allows certain citizens. I wanted to go to the home page but is blocked Hilda Molina. They can not read. There are three television channels (the hotels have satellite, but transmit channels Russians, Chinese and Italian in its original language!), An exclusively political, other educational (I learned to fix the engine of a car) and third of entertainment. And although we still want to send them programs like My family is a drawing, or roller coaster! I awaken a terrible admiration for what they accomplished, but very sad because they lack the most precious thing a human being: freedom. We can spend hours discussing whether to cover basic needs is better or worse than your right to choose (and I mean not only to vote), but I'm sure that's not what I want for my country. Yes we communicate their honesty, people skills, his joy, who could argue?, But the oppression they are subjected not justify the benefits they have. All extremes are bad, and Cuba is an extreme. I sincerely hope they can live better, because if anyone deserves it is that people. Cuba, to victory. Always.
And here ends the story of my trip, I hope you feel that came with me. With the crisis we are going (and what's next) for a fairly long time I doubt I can leave my country again. However I am an optimist, and for that reason I'm thinking .... Cancun 2010!.
N or no bar in Havana that no award is Heminwgay step for him, but only two can attest to that. One is La Floridita. find it by chance, as we walked the streets filled with houses and tenements, with cages of canaries hung on exterior walls. In one corner pink posters announced that it was one of the 7 most popular bars in the world (I have no idea what are the other 6) and she said Hemingway, "My daiquiri is from La Floridita." First place surprised me: not a simple still life, the decor was immaculate, the bar was preceded cedar and a very luxurious living room. The youth do not even asked who wanted to take, directly left two daiquiris on some coasters (I gave one I brought from memory) to advertise the plantains and a tray. It was six o'clock in the afternoon and I was on an empty stomach (no lunch at Varadero wanted because I was choking breakfast), and should be that I took it too fast, but when I take pictures I could not get up. Far lejísimo the best daiquiri I took in my life. The one with as much rum as well. And the most expensive, but that's anecdotal. A writer's life-size figure in bronze, leaning against the bar and photos of Ernest with Fidel. I the feeling of being in another time, perhaps because the lights dim, or because the musicians played old songs (in Cuba there are musicians everywhere, even in the street), but would not move (besides not being able, of course). I was so comfortable that I wished to go, but we had to swim back to the hotel. Two hours later we were waiting for dinner at La Bodeguita del Medio.
Bronson Pierce Dining
S abíamos where the cross was because during our walk. Stoned 207, just around the cathedral. We had reservations for 9 pm and the taxi left us two blocks away because that area is closed to vehicles after dark. One thing is to walk by day, but Havana is in the dark labyrinth. We asked a policeman, who not only informed us, he took the trouble to join us to not get lost. (Not for safety, no crime in Cuba.) We found in a small room with 6 wooden tables and hard chairs. My husband Guillermo Francella alongside Pierce Brosnan and me. Almost kiss the waiter for the courtesy. No, not that they were in person. La Bodeguita is lined with photos of celebrities who ate there (or as Hemingway took a mojito while writing The Old Man and the Sea) and the walls signed by all the people who passed by. The menu is fixed, but it was the best I ate in Cuba. Baked pork leg, fries, salad, rice with black cover, some donuts do not know how they are called, olives and a lot of "chopped". I searched few Argentines were framed and found (besides Francella) to Susu Pecoraro, Miguel Bonasso, Fito Paez and Cecilia Roth Maradona. The rest of the world, from Rita Hayworth to Sean Penn, and hundreds more. All the site holding the poster. Behind us was a English couple, and the lady spent the night Emilio challenging the husband. That alone was hilarious. After the "shortie" (espresso so strong that it seems oil), we were listening to the musicians for a while, and went for a walk at night from Havana. We sneaked into a private party at the Cathedral Square, we walk along the waterfront to see the full moon reflected in the sea, and (look that poetic) with a heart full of beauty, we went to sleep.
When I go on bus nose
D test fter about two hundred different things for breakfast, we decided to go the 3 Torres del Morro. El Morro is a fortification built by the English in 1500, guarding the entrance to the bay. It is exactly a stone castle as it surely will be in Europe, with a deep well, a drawbridge (which are just strings) and a lighthouse on top, all surrounded by an impressive breakwater. From there you can see the city of Havana. strolled a while and decided to go (there was not much more), but we have a problem: how can?. The most logical: Taxi ... that did not happen. Asked the lady at the entrance and we suggested a bus (line group). The ticket costs 0.50 pesos (which is not the same as CUC) ... not had. Right then drew from his pocket and gave us a coin without accepting in return the CUC that we offered. "You are tourists, but above all Argentines," he said. And a few minutes after we got in a bus between people, motorcycles and bicycles!. When we saw a building known, we decided to get off. We were opposite the Museum of the Revolution, and there we were.
post comes from below, from lower down and more below. Hotel Nacional de Cuba and it's not for me L original options as a package including two days in Cuba Havana at the Hotel Tryp Habana Libre, but as I finished putting together my taste, I changed one day and in another hotel. It could be the Meliá Cohiba, Sevilla or Nacional de Cuba. At first I dismissed because it was very similar to Varadero, and between Sevilla and the National, I liked the most historic. The Hotel Nacional de Cuba is considered historical monument, there are hosted presidents and celebrities in the world who visit the country, and is more aristocratic than I've ever seen. It has a luxurious but conservative end, the furniture is hand-carved ebony, shiny leather chairs and all the marble floors. From the entrance gate to gate is 50 meters. When we got out of the van asked me what I was doing there. is one of those places where you can not be in sneakers, jeans or faded like mine. The ladies ride with Tiffany jewelry and chihuahua puppies with bright collars. I arrived in shorts and cotton shirt. Construction is 1930, has stunning gardens where you can see the bay, and a gallery of towering columns that surround the building. is the only place in all that I saw in Cuba where Cubans do not seem to Cubans. From the concierge to the bartender are inattentive and not cool (I thought it was just me, but I looked after in Internet references, and most felt the same). When we went up the bags we gave 1 CUC tip the trunk and almost got kicked. 1 CUC for them it's like here to give us $ 100 (acalaro, to see that I was not stingy). Then we sent the master of security to enable the box (to be paid separately), because the only advice they gave us before going and during our stay was that we could not care to leave anything other than passports and airline tickets. He taught us to put the key and left without saying goodbye. I was too happy to get angry about such things, so I fired a fangulo going and we went sightseeing. The Revolution Square H ay certain things you can not stop doing if you visit Havana, coco taxi ride, past the Plaza of the Revolution, have a daiquiri at La Floridita, a mojito in La Bodeguita del Medio and see the museum. We did not have much time, the idea was to do too much at once, and so we went walking to find a coconut that leads to the square. These are not mere means of transport. The coco taxi will make a tour of the city and used exclusively tourists. We ended up fixing in 15 CUC and the driver (a young boy the age of my son) was telling us the history of the places we passed. He tore through the most conchetísima, some houses that would be the envy of those who live in Barrio Parque. There is medical school in the midst of a vast land, and continue down a long avenue and well maintained up to the Revolution Square, where the monument to Che, Jose Marti and the entrance to the institutions of government. I do not know what idea I have, but it was not what I expected. Let's see, the place is beautiful, but I imagined a place with plants, flowers, stairs. It is a bare cement giant site that gives the Ministry of Interior, whose walls is the image of Ernesto Guevara outlined in iron. This is where politicians do all acts and meets people where there are demonstrations. I looked from one side, otherwise, I took several photos and it was enough. We climbed again Coconut and went to another grand avenue in the "new area" of Havana, with buildings more than 50 years, built by the Americans in the fashion of that time, half psychedelic and quite ugly, poor, to end at the Plaza Central and that yes, begin the tour of the beautiful Old Havana. La Feria, the Morro and please stop spending money! F ent to the Central Plaza is the Capitol, which is very like the United States and also to us, and at the next corner Theater Alicia Alonso, who seems built by Gaudí. Has the style that reminded me of La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona but not as church and other more theater. Here we present the Ballet of Cuba almost every night, and is very inexpensive for the Cubans but inaccessible to foreigners. We continue our journey to the craft fair. We left our loving guide (who insisted on us more time because you were paying a full tour and he had failed) to walk through the stands. The fair is equal to the entire world, but I was fascinated by Cuban painters. The paintings on display for sale are wonderful. The rest is local crafts, and to the despair of my husband, I chose: "This led him to Julia, that Gonzalo, that Diana, this Mary ...". The cries reminded me that 1 CUC = 1 euro and I had spent 189. It is a cortamambo that type. front of the fair is the nose, which are a lot of hills with different names. On the tip is the one with the lighthouse, where Halle Berry is pulled in one of James Bond, and the side is a kind of strength (like a castle) all this built by the English back in 1500. The latter is where Che settled with his group of people when they took the city of Havana. In fact, we met the next morning inside because to get there, go through a tunnel, the only way, so continue on these streets like San Telmo, but much more picturesque, to appear in La Floridita to take a daiquiri with Hemingway. continues tomorrow. On Friday it was ending, I swear.
Finding Nemo Among the things included in the hotel, had to sail boating. Of course, we climbed to one (of those seen in the video) and games which Columbus to discover new worlds. The ride comes to a small cay (Cayo Piedras), skirting the tip of the peninsula and back. In the same boat by prior arrangement with the captain, went a day following diving. One can choose from two options: rent the entire team and go on a yacht marina, or be poor like us and do snorkeling. About three kmts. the coast there are coral pools of between 5 and 7 meters used for these practices. We provide SCUBA, snorkel and life jackets. When we arrived, the instructor advised us to use the vest, at least to recognize the zone and then yes, dive with all pleasure. Just a hollow reed he will say such a thing! Yo, I did 15 laps in the pool of the club of my people. Ja!, I took off the vest before getting even, and I pulled my head to see the beautiful sea. 30 seconds later I was screaming for help. Shock discovered that the water pressure is usually hopeless at sea and above all, I have the lungs too full of nicotine and sink easily. Once confident with my vest, I mixed with bugs of all colors, sponges, rare flowers and plants "fish lizards" that when they came to my side, began to shake hands with force to driven away. the way back, gave me a fishing pole and told me "to see who catches the lady." I caught one stone. I threw and caught the hook in the background. The Cuban is still cursing me. Miscellaneous L a room was perfect except for two things: you left the toilet Monona little boxes with liquid soap, bar soap, body lotion, toothpaste and shampoo. Cream rinse or speak. That you had to buy it in sachets to 8 CUC (8 euros) in the hotel shoppincito. Obviously, I did not use cream rinse in 7 days. The bathroom had toilet and bidet. Bidet English. Let's see if I understand: the one with the beak up and comes with instructions. I tried all possible ways: front, profile, face down, face up, and I could not hit the jet to the proper place. Neither used the bidet in 7 days. Prostitution is very common in hotels in this category. Clarified in a comment that Cuba is prohibited female prostitution, ie, the Cubans can not enter with foreigners, therefore, foreigners are brought from the Dominican Republic or Puerto Rico or there. 50 euros for them is what they would earn in 6 months working in your country. That will pay for "accompaniment" of a week. And eat every day. The soul still hurts to see a girl (not above 16 years) by an Italian courtesan disgusting, almost identical to Franco Macri but decrepit, with a belly that looked like 9 months pregnant. In Cuba no one knows who is Hilda Molina. With the big mouth I have, I stood at every Cuban I saw and asked their views about the case. Since they had no idea what I was talking, I had a text message across with Sonia to ask the blog address. Nor have the Internet, except in hotels. A computer costs 700 CUC and broadband service 60. The state is the provides only the scientists, the rest of the people have no access to such modernity, they earn 14 CUC per month. However, I was very interested and asked me to get the address of the house (where do I go to get such a thing?) Because there they all use the regular mail. Despite the fear they have to Fidel, were immediately on his side. Thankfully, this "revolution" of recent days I set up, or you would have me to rescue from prison in Sierra Maestra. Lydia is a woman who has a cushy positions craft on the road to the beach. Every day I was talking a time with her, telling her things about Argentina. His dream was to see snow and the house "the birthplace of our beloved Che." She is 60 years old and I talked about his memories of the revolution. She was active in the Communist Party teaches and speaks 4 languages \u200b\u200bto perfection, although she says that "Russia does a little bit." The day we came back I went to say goodbye and gave me a big hug and a black doll dressed in clothes of their homeland.
Another attraction of the place is swimming with dolphins. The dolphin was stuck to the hotel, we could get two bikes or walking. One morning I woke early and decided to go eat breakfast. Good thing I asked the price before. 99 CUC (99 euros) per person. The dolphins were deprived of the pleasure to meet. And Varadero is being on the road N ormally, after a week I start to miss my home. This is the first time in life I do not want to return. It took me say "goodbye" to Aimee, Rony, Rita, Sergio, Ulysses, and all those 7 days we attended far beyond the price we pay, just because we were Argentines. The beaches are incredible, the sea looks painted, the hotel was a beauty, but the warmth of the people does not compare to anything. Now we would meet Cuba. At one in the evening departure for Havana. continues tomorrow ....
post comes from below. (You can watch the video again, with the work I did!) H abíamos been when I got into the water and I froze. Let's see them explain ...
Normally Caribbean sea temperature is between 25 and 30 degrees, except between early November and early February, it flows north bring cold water (and that makes that are in winter). "Because of the Yankees" the Cubans say, the ecosystem is changing so that now the winters last about two months. Tourism would be the least, the worst is that marine life is suffering. Anyway, and Argentines are accustomed as the icy water of our sea, it was not an impediment, and spent hours tucked up to his neck, watching my feet in disbelief (which mine feet are horrible and I know, I do not could not believe it was the transparency of water and emerald green color.)
Motorcycle Diaries
thought not leave Varadero without knowing the people, which is about 10 kilometers from the hotel. One can take a coco taxi (charge a fortune), a tour bus (two floors, with the back homeless) or rent a scooter. My husband has a highly developed fantasy, dreaming of emulating Che, so we got to a Scutt, we got the red casquito and head to travel the world. Bah, a few kilometers of the world.
mismanage If Argentines, you can not imagine what they are Cubans. If you do not die hit by a Fiat 125 model 58 is because it was unglamorous. Along the way, and the stupidity that characterizes me, I saw people asking me sign, and I think that would greet me, I answered the same way. Then I found out I wanted to tell that we had misplaced foot lot. Just arrived safe and sound.
I must be honest, the town is quaint but half feito. Spotless and neat, but very poor and small. There is a craft fair, a shopping center, bank and many schools. Of course, public beaches is incredible. At the entrance a sign announcing: "Do not enter with loving animals" (I guess related to pets.) The easy joke my husband was, you can enter because you're not loving.
Babel
Of course, no Cuban hotels, except those who serve, and most of the tourists were elderly. Argentinos few, us and two young couples, most were Italians. I apologize and I hope nobody is offended, but what are the Italian scourge! (Sonia, from love). The hate, hate. Seem to come together and Burrowing parrots. They are dirty, nasty, nasty, derogatory, thieves. They were so disrespectful to the Cubans that I was coming to an end at four to blows defend a waitress. They tried to break the rules because "they paid for the address of the third world, whenever and wherever they want." In the part of "Restaurants" I tell the story. If you ask a Cuban who sees the worst foreigner visiting their country, they tell you without doubt the Italians! . Maybe I'm making the same mistake that I always complain: to judge a country of 200 types. But the 200 who were in Cuba left Italy for the Wednesday, believe me.
In order of quantity, were Canadians (very accurate and serious) and the Germans were beginning to take beer for breakfast and 4 pm sang in their language and fell into the pool of pure drunk. I turned simpatiquísimos.
One afternoon I stopped by one of the bars where musicians were singing "Hasta Siempre" (I heard about 398 times there) and I was listening. When they finished, one of them looked at me and asked if I wanted them to play something special. I asked for the song to Chile by Pablo Milanes, and said: "For a Chilean friend who lives in Germany and misses his homeland." As Cubans speak 4 languages, translated what I said and started singing. The Germans came over me speaking in German! And I answered in perfect Castilian!. I have no idea we were like, but we laughed a lot and ended up on the hugs.
The rest were French, Mexican, some English and no English. Two days after some Argentines came, but nothing to move the ammeter in the statistics of quantity.
Gardel's suicide
For Cubans, Argentina is not only synonymous with the Che, but Gardel (sorry Uruguay) and the tango. Every night the hotel offers different shows ranging from dances, magic, singing, parties to a gala tribute to different countries. What would they do to ours? Dancing a tango, of course!. When he announced expected to see the famous ballroom Yankees showing films and not at all like ours, but I was surprised when it appeared the dancer with an impeccable black dress, cut on the side, and heels. He made very few steps well learned and a few seconds later he entered the dancer. Tummy still hurts from laughing so much. Gardel had been suicide before he died in the accident, the outlaws of Boedo be dedicated to DIY and Tango dancers Lord be thrown into the creek. The boy arrived with a beautiful enterito ajustaaaaaaaado lycra, pink chest filled with silver sequins shining more than the stars. I can not tell if he danced well because at that point was lying under a table, convulsing with laughter.
eat or eat, that is the question
The problem with these hotels is that you eat as a chicken hatchery. Starting with breakfast, to be tested until the sausages (German breakfast with sausage, my god!) Until the pancakes, juice, fruit .... And when it ends, it is almost time for lunch.
The hotel where we stopped was 3 restaurants with a la carte (there were 2 more self service), for dinner, by reservation that was made in the morning, where you chose the time and who wanted to eat. Obviously we test. First we passed the "Romance", with light from candles, a giant black (with whom I met one afternoon and told me the story of his life, as always, I talk to stones) who played the saxophone. What dinner? Of course lobster and champagne. The worst thing is that I do not like any of those things, but they are expensive and they were free ...
Then there is the Pepermonte, an Italian restaurant where all unless I eat pasta I ordered baked meat. Here are 3 and musicians play Cuban issues. When I shook hands and found it to Argentina, I spent an issue of Mice Parade!.
Finally there is the Conuco, fish and seafood. Hence the problem occurred with the Italians. When one enters, carrying a card with your reservation, you receive a very nice gentleman, looking for the assigned table and you came to it. Was eating up the cod in the video, when they entered 2 pairs of italics. Without speaking to the doorman, went and sat down. Supervisor (captain they call them) approached them and asked them to come to the door and do the right thing: give the reservation, etc. It goes without saying that they had, but the screams began to ask for the manager of the hotel!. She kindly answered them (in Italian, I told the Cubans speak many languages) that there were no exceptions, so this mob up, threw dishes and glasses and began to insult to Cuba and throughout Latin America to the cry of "Third World". In the end they were (after about 10 minutes) kicking around. The only thing left in evidence was precisely the difference in education between them. Later, the waiter told us it was very common to do these things because they complain about poor service and ask in return one week's free accommodation. Rats, by God (again, from love, Sonia).
