Affinities Indian country (more or less) electives. Identities Soy donde no pienso , dice J. L en algún sitio.
Hay paisajes, lugares mentales, gustos espirituales, aromas del alma, que nos definen más allá de la conciencia, más acá del sentimiento.
Resultados de elecciones que no siempre fueron racionales, esos afectos personales nos habitan.
De ellos quiero hablar.
Ahora.
En estos días recuerdo, especialmente, mi predilección por el judaísmo. La cultura, la historia, la religión de ese pueblo (con el cual, que yo sepa al menos, no tengo vínculos genéticos) me fascinan. Visito con frecuencia sitios judíos en la Red, escucho su música, intento leer su lengua.
Es notable, o tal vez no lo sea tanto, esta predilección pues rechazo al sionismo y en especial, la existencia del Estado de Israel tal como fue establecido. Estoy convencido, sin embargo, de que
Medinat Yisra'el es en muchos aspectos la negación de del judaísmo; todo cuanto de noble tiene esta cultura tres veces milenaria resulta traicionado por la existencia de ese estado que, en la práctica, defiende valores políticos casi fascistas.
Los feelings, of course, do not know of rationality, so the Hatikvah I moved and have not lost hope, atheist and goy, to participate once the Passover seder ...
My love for this people has its roots in adolescence.
Then was Christian and I tried to read the Bible in their original language. Studied, awkwardly, Hebrew grammar and lost no opportunity to get my hands on books written in the language of Moses, Isaiah, Amos. Longed for the "typical" Jewish friend until I played imaginatively with becoming a גיור.
still have the Hebrew dictionary I wrote then, the billet indigestible of a planned Jewish history and my notes Niphal grammatical with the stealth and matres pataj lectionis (not neo studying Hebrew, but Hebrew Bible, of course).
Years passed, I met beautiful people of this village, and were fond memories of them in my heart. Politically
defend the Palestinian cause and would, despite all the difficulties of the case that could establish a binational secular state in the region, but still excited me, to tears, with ירושלים של זהב (
Yerushalayim Shel Zahav ).
Inglaterra es otro de mis hogares espirituales. En este caso tiene que ver con la literatura inglesa que pude leer, casi siempre en traducciones, con Sir Walter Scott y su mito del “Norman yoke”, con Robert Graves y su persuasiva prosa, con G. K. Chesterton y, en especial, con
this jewel among englishmen ; J.R.T. Tolkien.
Ellos me hicieron conocer esa
Merry England , que nunca existió, me llevaron de la mano por los páramos de las Middlans y los sombríos inviernos de Northumbria.
Luego llegaron Shakespeare, Milton, Blake and the charming Hobsbawm, whose English prose, but I am unable to judge which is full of that mixture of boldness and wisdom that is the key character of the islanders.
There, perhaps, lies my affection for the British people, its culture, its literature in particular, in the simple, compelling way of chaining reasoning.
The Anglo-Saxon common sense me "can be" a delight to both aesthetic and logical. The Germans are more accurate at the time of reason, heavy, detailed, leaving nothing to chance, the English, however, rely on the idea that slowly penetrate our system, distilled, dilute it if it fits the expression, and make it look as natural as falling leaves in autumn. And always, without exception, I find his words that note of humor is not without irony that says, hissing:
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
'll see it's all a show, Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just Remember That the last laugh is on you.
I like, then the British.
I liked even more time, alone, fought the Nazis when they resisted the murderous bombs, when they marched to the Continent to defeat Sauron
.
And that does not mean you should forget our history, linked to the British Empire for good and for ill.
And that does not recognize his cynicism prevents me when the rest of the world exploit to their advantage.
And that, finally, does not mean that I am not proud to remember those invasions failed Popham, not poke a smile as a good Irishman kicks them back or have not raved when one day in Mexico, played God Argentina football shirt.
always say that the home my ancestors is Europe and I am a child of the West with all that it represents.
My language is European, my readings are European, my philosophy and many of my teachers are. I'm not saying this is better or worse than other sources, but one needs roots and mine are around the Mediterranean.
why I feel comfortable in a piazza
of Italy, a coffee
Paris or Seville
Trail
... and that I have not ever been in them but in my dreams! Small
affections for Italy and its wonders, they're mine and i my nonni
,
; ; for Greece and its islands inhabited by nymphs (another language, Greek, I love and I tried to study),
for France, mother of freedom and the birthplace of the values \u200b\u200bof modernity that are my own,
for
petite Belgique et héroïque that, above its historic
beffrois of Hercule Poirot Amicale
, is home to one that loves my heart ...
European ancestry, by Western culture, I'm American by birth and, at this point in my life choice. Sometimes I have wondered if, like many compatriots, would claim the Italian citizenship, my reply, almost instinctively, was no, I am Argentine.
Argentino de Rosario.
Argentina and not Buenos Aires. Argentine
born and raised in the 60 and 70.
Argentine teenager who lived in the Super 80. Argentine
who traveled a thousand times in history and landscapes of his land in the pages of a book and now in Argentine roads to the end.
love my country (my generation is hard to say country) and I get disgusted when my fellow nicknamed the scatological epithets;
or when they say, what fucking country! (In Creole) phrase, rather than Argent, I think Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires despicable.
love I love their history and myths still uncounted.
love your language. His music (most recently to tango). Diversity.
I have not, you know, indigenous ancestors, but I can not think of an Argentina of ten thousand years old, thousands of languages, hundreds of stories that speak to me and I heard his claim as , to me, I got exiled from the land of the Old World.
Argentina, America (all, every bit), the New World and, for that matter, the New Man are also part of my elective affinities. And they'll talk another day ...
