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During the first decade of the century ...

So future historians speak, that is, within about four days, about the last ten years we have lived. Seem remote that marked those events, world, continent, nation, since 2001. What about the mysteries that, for all we have over 30, was combined with the mysterious figure in the year 2000, and in the last century?

La memoria es selectiva, no hay dudas, puestos a recordar se agolpan imágenes que, a veces, ni siquiera se pueden situar claramente en el tiempo. Cada uno rememora aquello que le impactó, pero también aquello de lo que tanto oyó hablar. Imágenes propias, implantadas por los medios, generadas por el azar de los recuerdos. También, ¿por fortuna?, ¿por instinto de supervivencia?, ¿lamentablemente?, escojan ustedes el adverbio, olvida muchas, muchas cosas.

This is my own crop of turn of the century ...

In July 2001, just steal my house, I received such compensation of perhaps the wonderful news that Mariana, then my wife was pregnant for the second time. Daniel, a beautiful Bessolo renew the old block, was forming in her womb. Still not imagine the wonder of seeing myself reflected in their eyes, their hands clutching at his questions and, now, in his persistent interest in mythology. I did not know of the trouble to find in their gestures, their anger, tantrums and laughter echo those that tend to dominate more than I care to admit.

Where were you on September 11, 2001? It is the oldest common memory that I can accomplish without resorting to the extent of my memory I have in the fingertips. Teachers' Day, permanent memories of an unhappy 11 Chile was home. My daughter took, without much enthusiasm, his breakfast. Radio listening, what is it? I liked it then, comments on New York, phrases, the vague feeling of not knowing they were talking and the use of TV, at the time when the Internet (dial up) was a luxury for a few hours of the night ... The image of the twin towers, the smoke, the impact of the second plane live. The feelings were mixed; always a disaster but we moved here, and I know many fellow agreed with me, was an attack (did not know who or why) to the heart of the Empire.

Tatooine The viewers have "deplored the destruction of the Death Star? For the first time since 1941 the perennial bullies (obviously always with God and justice on their side) were attacked for the first time since 1812 that had bombed every continent of the world (and some ocean also) had a crackdown on its own continental territory . Film images of countless disasters, generously provided themselves, were evoked immediately. My daughter asked: What happened Dad? I do not know if I told you, I mentioned the selectivity of memory, but I think I answered: things are changing.

In 2001 several other tables turned.

Government Alliance in Argentina (if you do not know it was the Alliance because Chinese live in a thermos is a thing called Wikipedia) was heading for disaster. Had raised more than lukewarm expectations after ten years of Menem public auction. There was not even a tenth met expectations, justifying once again that old truth: "The radicals do not know how to govern," the corollary, not severable, is "not leave the Peronist government."




The census, scheduled for September 2001 was for me the final proof of the failure, that a Government can not even
ensure compliance with a census (already had any king of the Bronze Age) was a more than adequate proof that he had little time to live.
not expected, clear what happened next: playpen, looting, urban violence, repression, pickets (at that time incorporated the usual vocabulary word), cacerolazos, country risk (another popular phrase), a state of siege, leaderless ...

and deaths, such as Pocho Lepratti, like so many others. I

family, and a little reluctantly because I evoked the middle class to not want to belong, and other protests in a country very trasandino, some of cacerolazos many of those days almost spontaneous. Belu was excited with a whistle, I kept that old pot that later would use to cook, Daniel, in the belly, who knows what you feel? "I would cry too from the comfort region: do them all!?

The memories come alone to the fingertips. Resignation and flight of President De la Rua.


frozen deposits, several presidents in one week (Google reminds me that there were four and forgettable) and a sentence of the last ruler of the surge Republic: Argentina is bankrupt. Argentina is melted. This model in agony swept all ... Forgetting, of course, that he had supported all his efforts as "model" (in Argentina all economic and political plan, or lack thereof, is called model).
The country was on fire, media mass prophesying witches were ancient ruins disgrace after disgrace, economists played to see who heralded the worst catastrophe, leftist groups in their old Bibles reread the forecasts of the proletarian revolution and wondered when we take the Winter Palace?
proliferated barter clubs, which for some was the awakening of the new society, and the neighborhood assemblies, is screaming, yet bite and pan, the fight is one and dreamed of a class alliance wave, French Revolution, the rotten guillotinaría aristocracy (in my country, as There is no aristocracy, oligarchy usually hate, but in those days was unanimous hatred against the "political class") and implant the Republic of Equals as proclaimed Babeuf accents and some of Savonarola, the prophetess Carrio.
Duhalde, while still talking: who deposited dollars will receive pesos. And who deposited dollars will get dollars.

Facts crowd. The word space is limited and I summarize. You, bottle into the sea at last, will supply what is missing if they choose to discuss.

The 2002 began under the sign of embarrassment. Also the expectation that often look a lot like esperanza. Mi hijo Daniel abre sus ojos a un mundo en el cual lo único seguro es el cambio.

El Euro, la primera moneda de una federación de naciones, entra en circulación en Europa y muy pronto será una seria competencia para el dólar imperial. Entre guerras, atentados suicidas, tomas de rehenes, calentamiento global y asteroides que pasan peligrosamente cerca de nuestro planeta ¿recuerda alguien la explosión sobre el Mediterráneo Oriental que, por tres horas de diferencia, no causó la muerte de millones de personas? Yo, al menos, no…

Years those seasoned. In my own life, I say, with varied seasonings. Incense of my last years of service to the Holy Mother (several mothers should one stop on the road, but leave this to the sessions on Tuesdays), cinnamon Near East (an intoxicated me to the allergy, other memories will be sweeter still nothing else), myrrh (too much), pepper and a touch too much mustard in recent times. Delicious mustard which sometimes do not taste as it should ... but which I love!

A torn country was what dawned on the first decade of the century. A very different country is the dawn in the opening seconds of the second. The country dream?, No, certainly, but at least politics has returned to the streets, gradually defined positions and is not a minor detail, we are coping with the worst crisis relatively unscathed this century.
I'm not saying everything is fine (I'll talk about it) but not all that bad. There is much to question K administration and much more to the so-called opposition, but the climate is different and, when the world seems to collapse in the geographies that our argiropolitanos accustomed to admire, one finds reasons for hope. Without ignoring everything that hurts, the misery, hunger (with harvest three days, three days!, Eat for a year all those under the poverty line), homelessness, and the list goes on ...

In ten years we coined new verbs, google, blogging, hanging, logging, new customs when returning home or insomnia, facebook, YouTube, Wikipedia for most geeks ...

The equipment went from cell phone to talk to sophisticated devices that also allow the communication (or lack of communication Heaven knows) directly.

no longer so confident in what they say, are more critical.

We strive to achieve both things, is perhaps more lazy?

ideals are so far as a decade ago.

The roads are cleared on the spot and becomes the light brother ... you said Machado, remember?

Both

in ten years ...

was thirty-six, then I lived

frenzy of forty, I left, I found the closest thing to true love (or maybe it is true, if you never lived may need time to recognize it) and found my place in the world in a school, each day gets more and more in my affections ... Comrades s work and study, intimate, chic @ s wonderful, my children growing and loving gaze of Sabrina.

I have forty-six now.

Y the best is yet to come!