Una pequeña reflexión en época de fiestas. Quiero que sepan que no soy muy fanático de las fiestas. Menos de la navidad, la cual “celebro” por inercia y voluntad de mis padres. Ya mencioné lo de la voluntad de mis padres en “Eter decides to die, part 1. (Originally: Cable a tierra)”. Con respecto a la Navidad estoy en contra del consumismo generado por ella, sumado a la estupidez de la gente en estas fechas por hacer y recibir saludos banales. Read more…
Es realmente muy tarde, no consigo dormir y últimamente estuve sintiendo la necesidad de escribir algo motivado por esas noches en las que he estado llegando tarde y con algo de alcohol en mi sangre, cosa no tan común en mí y de la cual hoy no es el caso.
Algo que sucede en esas noches es que …
Sigo en inglés, perdón. I decided I will write it in english.
Is really late, I can’t get to sleep and lately I’ve been feeling the need to write something motivated by those nights in which I’ve been arriving late homeand with some alcohol in my blood, thing not that usual in me and by the way tonight is not one of those nights.
Something that usually happens in those nights is that you feel like you could write a lot, you are full with ideas, words and sentences flow strongly through your mind and your mood is really high for it. Unlike this night when you have the need but everything feels harder in one or another way. Like many of the articles I write this will have no sense to many people at all. Something unfortuante because I like that feedback, but in cyberspace you can never know.
I’m not going to spend much time in this article. I just want you to watch these three videos we’re posting below the text. They will probably help you understand this global crisis’ background, which is actually the same as the one we find when we look back to 1929.
As well as they didn’t deal with the main subject 80 years ago, Barack Obama is promoting a reform which will help big companies and their stockholders but will not affect the group of people and families who became the kings in this economic system which has been ruling the world in the last centuries.
I’m talking about the Federal Reserve System, in Washington (USA), and the European Central Bank, in Frankfurt (Germany, EU).
I wrote the following text a year and 4 days ago, in a night of insomnia and high sadness. The original Spanish version can be found at http://turnofftharadio.blogspot.com/2008/03/catorce-14.html. I thought about translating it to English because back then I wrote it with the solely purpose of being an open letter. I wanted this open letter to fly to catch her. I have my doubts whether she ever read it or not. In first place because she didn’t understand so much Spanish (at that time as far as I know) and secondly because I think she was avoiding all means of contact with me. Maybe, and only maybe, a friend of her, who in that time read the article and knew about the both of us told her about this letter and provide her some sort of translation.
Now none of these things matter. The most probable thing is that she never read the letter. And everything that ever existed is gone, and in its the way making sure of smashing a big part of me that took me at least a year to face and start fixing. I am sorry if you don’t understand much of what this post is about, as far as I am concerned it will only be understood by Dokieh, her and me.
So, as Gregory House has thirteen I was allowed to have a fourteen, very teen.
What does it bring this fourteen? -I asked-. An interesting question really, because I always had the impression it was a cranky number. Let’s see why.
Like every single kind of system, it’s held up by some pillars which are essential to keep things operating. In this case, one of those pillars -maybe the most important one- performs a double function; the one we mentioned before and another one away from being some sort of column supporting a base.
This 2nd performance is however an outlet for all the bad things which happen on the building’s surface as well as they do in the upper floors. It’s the main way to hide that stuff which can not be seen by the ordinary people.
That role the pillar performs is not only a mental one, not just a metaphor, but it’s also a physical one. It links to a labyrinth where those things which must be hidden from everyone’s eyes are carried to a safe place.
For a long time, those secure locations were unshakeable. Trying to penetrate in it was like if you attempted on getting in the White House to shake George Bush’s hand on September 12, 2001. Impossible is nothing, though this seemed to be.
This place we’re focusing on was built, of course, by that people who ruled the world and protected by those who are now in control. Yet, it’s odd we’re talking about “security” when the flag of this “movement” is just the opposite of that one which represents health and charity.
This one was the scenery before, more than a year ago, the word crisis came on stage; a word which, apart from meaning something which could not be good, brings nouns like change or chance when it appears.
Once upon a time, there was a leader called Si Vio Berlusconi, alias “Vergascome”. He was the leader of the people of “Bootland”. People of Bootland were pacific, lived in different communities, all under the same language but with different dialects. They used to eat a lot of pasta and pizza. Many used moustaches. That is usually all we know about Bootland.
Along the years their inhabitants suffered from several tragic episodes. When it wasn’t the fall of one of the biggest empires, was the participation in a global war in the old earth. This can be explained somehow by the fact that Bootland, as its own name says, twists the mind of some of its citizens, making them believe that boots should become part of their uniform, of their way of life. This “mean of transport” used by militars and policemen: boots. All of them wear boots as a lifestyle.
As stated above, many of them became twisted and started wearing them. However, one wore a magic pair. It was of an, until then believed, extinct brand… Michellini Mussgolini. A guy named Bendito, was the one who found it and from very the moment he tried them, the magic boots possesed him. Thus, making him the leader of Bootland. Soon Bootland was sunk in a hard struggle between the ones who found in Bendito a leader and the ones who didn’t want to wear boots but instead preferred sandals. Meanwhile, Bendito kept making new friends and the global mess started. The sandals lovers, had to run for their life, scape from their land, condemned to exile.
Soon after, many of them arrived to Southland, particularly to a country called Argentinland. In all Southland they were well received, found peace, work, food, shelter. We have to say that most of them who arrived to Argentinland were the ones who run away; meaning that in Bootland, mainly remained the Bendito ideology ones. Years passed; still many of them keep living in Southland, where they found a home and a family. Though, a considerable amount of them also have family and relatives in Bootland. But as we said years passed, and peace in Bootland is beginning to crumble again. It seems that there is a new leader who might have found the lost pair of once Bendito’s boots. The heir of the trone.
It will continue.
El Eternauta – 22.02.2009
This is a new project we decided to start. As we chose to name it, it’s a new Campaign. Particularly: Campaign 2.2.
Our last attempt was not a very good one in terms of production. Now we think we tried to cover too many things. Yet we believe this new project will be more successful as we will try to focus on defined things.
At the same time we will try to print and leave a different style on this pages. Thus trying to make people feel closer to the random, casual and daily stories that we will post. Those ones that could happen to someone you know or even you.
We also decided to make a full fresh start, leaving behind our other “(haunted) house” because it wouldn’t be nice to feel haunted by old ghosts that might be there. We also hope that they don’t follow us to our new house.
We hope you feel comfortable here. Of course you are invited. There is room for everybody.