Here is the note of Paul Marchetti, director of the Revista Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwho wrote after the death of former President Nestor Kirchner. Here is the link and below the note.
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At the end of the tail, about eight feet before the coffin, one of the corridors of the Casa Rosada, a chick crying. Yes, a chick: 16, 17, tops. Divine candida antelical. A girl could well imagine a weeping and a novel by Cris Morena Group and with the arrival of the Jonas Brothers, though a little more Hippone. If Nestor Kirchner had known I was going to mourn a chick and can not die.
Ok, what I say is a reflection macho asshole, what they want. Forget. But to see if it is clear: the Plaza de Mayo and the surrounding area was full of assholes and idiots divine, very young kids, teenagers and young people moved by the death of Kirchner. Kids that became the hit song "andate Cobos, the whore who bore you" or its extended version: "Andate Cobos and take with the Carrier. So, kids and pibas who made their political reading of the case. Pibas kids and militants.
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A boy writes spray on the floor, on the Avenida de Mayo, almost Bernardo de Irigoyen, Nestor LIVE, and on each of the V of the word LIVE write a K, replacing the Peronist P BACK fibula. I laugh: Reads KK. I mean, shit. Evaluated for a moment the possibility to share my discovery with the kid who writes with spray. And guess what answers: "I'll fill you poop head, puto." But, discarded. The kid would not say that. Looks more like a kid who could be taking a school yesterday. More rock than cumbia. Middle-class Buenos Aires, laburante. The kid from the copier, Ponele. So you probably will not be a Peronist. Nothing "eh, puto." And especially now that goes next to a column (Well, a small group with banner), about thirty people who are proud of the sign that says' Fucking Peronist. "
Yes, the fucking and through as well. In the row, eight blocks from Plaza de Mayo, is Wayar Marlene, Marlene beautiful, high, thin, big eyes, smile transparent, lucid voice of sexual diversity, the country's sexiest thought, that a transvestite believe in marriage but believes in equality. Who would have guessed, Marlene in line to see Nestor. Or should I say "in line"? Yes, Marlene on the tail of Nestor, that tonight is also promiscuous and licentious. That tonight is all in all all all all all all all all all. Tonight, the pastiche of the ones we get. Unite. Let's hug. I love you, Marlene. Glad you're here.
hugs Night
This is a night of hugs. Marlene hug me, hug me with Claudia Acuña (well, we always hugged Claudia), Mariana Collante hug me, hug me with Eduardo Anguita (yes, I'm here, Edward, where he was going to be?), Hug me Tavarone Dani (Dani, nice surprise, so long), I embrace with Maxi Vecco (responsible for the videos to move the country!), I embrace with my friend falopero Marquest Felch (We met by chance, he went to the square with Ramon, the son of 8 years), I embrace with great Poroto D'Addario, exquisite pen chabon Page 12, which are queuing up to Bernardo de Yrigoyen between Avenida de Mayo and Rivadavia, Pichetto Juampi hug me, who have not seen for years, and what are you, and tells me he is doing Economy Class, and I'm glad, what a good program, and we smoked the remaining tuca , good to see us, we think, and of course, how we would not be here.
Here we are. With this ball of nerves, that cagazo ball and that ball of excitement to see us, in finding that, here we are. We are very different and suddenly we realize that we can be quite the same. Or, well, this is what unites us. There should be no hard feelings from this. Yes, then give to discuss, to cagarnos to obscenities, bards, to send to the shell of our mothers or the bitch that bore us, that if you got the fucking is likely to arrive at any time also whores Peronist, and not afraid to become a little troglodyte (or remain Peronist if you prefer), now we are all learning to be more correct. But keeping in mind tonight. Bards, to discuss, but knowing our place in the world, where will we go when things get heavy. Think of Nestor. Think
That, we think Nestor. No obligation, but because that is what we get: think, reflect, try to make policy. Because after the hug, the recognition of certain midway between the "how good you are here" and "of course, how could you not be here," comes the discussion, reflection. If there is something for which he served tonight is to note a few things that, until now, were only issues argued on intuition. Now we realize that it was true that politics had become, that militancy had returned. And this, Nestor Chau night is the night of politics and militancy night.
's return policy. The return of militancy. The return of the idiots to militancy. Think of Nestor. No, it was Nestor who built all this. If Nestor was just a Peronist governor of 90. A governor of an oil province that was in the front line of the privatization of YPF. An ally of Menem and Cavallo. A guy who, before becoming president, he never cared what they said the human rights movement, who never cared for the crimes of the dictatorship and, above, was the candidate of Duhalde.
Without
But Nestor not only did not disappoint, but surprised. One did not expect almost nothing and the guy sent to several things unusual and encouraging. He continued, though all could be summarized in one: I have not clear whether Kirchner was my friend, but I'm sure that irritated my enemies. I do not know if all (the criticism I had, I have and I will have to do with that, unpresentable allies), but many. Too many for which we had prepared the history of Argentina. And these things can only be measured in historical perspective.
Juan Domingo K
Beyond the criticism that I can, I think Nestor Kirchner (he and Cristina) was the best president of Argentina in the last 50 years. Or, more precisely, the best since Peron, from the first Peronism, 50. Or, to put it more verifiable, was the most commonly faced my enemies and the enemies of all people who came tonight. That's why so many people say "I voted not, but here I am", "I am not a Peronist, but here I am" or "I am left, but here I am" as I told the kid coming up beside me the escalator from the subway E, when I arrived at the square on Thursday evening.
Yes, the best since Perón. Juan Domingo Perón, for details. A milico Axis sympathies during World War II, he participated in the first coups in Argentina, as an Army officer. A kind that was not much to expect, or rather who could expect the worst. However ...
As Perón, Kirchner did much more than what was expected of him. But something else that identifies the two leaders, both presidents. It is clear that Peronism is much more important, much more complex and richer than the figure of Juan Perón. Well, if Kirchner is this place, if those kids (and also those men, those women, these laburantes, these old people, those fucking, these stoner, these clerks, those fans of 678, those weaknesses that are taking a beer, all those people who for six, eight, ten hours it is by standing in line to spend 30 seconds five meters from the closed coffin where the former president), it is clear that social and political movement that goes well beyond Nestor Kirchner.
No, Nestor did not build this, but Nestor was the one who read it. The emerging and at the same time, who opened the game. Forget the list of virtues (Supreme Court, state ownership, trials of repressive dictatorship, universal allowance, continental integration) and defects (pejotismo, mining, oil). At another time we can discuss that. Now is the time to focus on the main achievement of this Government: the militancy.
In the chori
"Chip, chip," shouts the Paraguayan, sitting on a stool, with its cushy positions where they sell the modest improvised dish Guarani. Chip and not chip, it is clear. Just arrived eleven o'clock at night. "The rich chip. Beside her, a woman sells posters with the photo of Nestor and Cristina, and papers and fibrones. Why? It clarifies the role that is written: "Nestor, always with you," says the paper, written with fibrón. That each type what he wants, but everyone knows you can write things like that, as a form of catharsis or break the media blockade of Clarín.
Beyond that, a guy starts to light the grill. "The chori and paty out as pineapple," he says a grill that is catching fire because it has exhausted other stock and is on the ballot. It also sells flags, black ribbons, rosettes. For drinks, soda, beer, coffee. Mariano Lucano tells me (I'm walking down Avenida de Mayo with him and Flavia, his girlfriend) that Alfonsin's funeral (no, not I) had not choris or anything like that. But, in return, the McDonalds in front of the Congress was open overnight. Here
businesses are closed. The bars down their shutters after midnight and there are only a few, very few, maxikioscos. So at one o'clock in the morning is still igniting grills. Peronist liturgy may seem, but here are hungry peers. And chori charged, eh. Not cheap, eh. That here there are no buses, no equipment, crazy, eh. Nobody came by and Coca chori. Néstor even wine. People here, most people came to do the endurance and not feel so alone. Wine to try to make it clear that this time no, we are going back to shit.
how great you
Yes, of course, the assholes. Yes, of course, the liberal middle class. Yes, of course, lefties, intellectuals, academics, professionals. Of course, they all are. But there is also a Peronist. Also people who had to take three bondis to see the drawer. Is Zulema, who came from San Justo. Are people from the dock and others who came from the provinces. They are also (in front) Peronist militants twenties, of treintaipico, so typically these products Nestor again feel proud to be a Peronist. Singing the march and get excited and they excite those who once thrilled us singing the March.
Other hits: "Olé, olé, olé / Nestoooor Nestoooor ... "with emphasis on" or "extended final. But above all a well-Peronist, who warns: "Che Gorilla gorilla che / no more I tell you again / if the touch Cristina / what will arm brothel." That and the Cobos are the most heard. The kids suggested they say. Nobody says bullshit, no one conjures up ghosts. There is a specific message: Fuck no. And seeing all these people, feeling the emotion and the wave in the air for a moment given for enthusiasm, given to think that who knows, maybe ...
Oficialitis
Nestor irritated our enemies and more Beyond the differences, more beyond the measures and allies unpresentable beyond pejotismo mining and the horror that could generate these enemies always more. And every time one of these enemies showed their teeth and nails her want to become more K to Orlando Barone. Yes, I confess: often, listening to Biolcatti, Morales Solá or reading or watching Mariano Grondona Clarín some titles I wanted to go through the Bond Street gallery, tattoo the face of Nestor and Cristina in the back and then exit, go to the studio of Channel 7 where he recorded 678 and say, "Look, Barone, to you and you do not have a tattoo, I'm more official than you." From
Wednesday, when Nestor was in Calafate, the animals began to show its fangs. Are the same giant ape who wanted to dictate lessons Republican unpresentable wake after Alfonsin, without forgetting that they had hated Alfonsin. But then, Alfonsin was there. He tried half-heartedly, arranged, did not know. Yes, of course, lived modestly, unlike these millionaires santacruceños. But politically it ended devoured by its enemies without even having bothered to fight properly. They relied, acted as a person and as such, believed in the humanity of the animals around him.
No, Nestor was not that lineage. Nestor fought. So, as you said Beatriz Sarlo, chose not to become patriarch and die fighting. Therefore, in his farewell, there was no Biolcatti, no Cobos, no Morales Solá, no Duhalde. Yes, of course, nobody eats glass: yes there was a Scioli or Gioja. But again, you can criticize your friends, but never doubt the likes of the enemy. For the best of Nestor was when conversing with those who claimed no dialogue but really wanted to require, and when he fought with those who deserved the punches cagaran well.
This is not to compare burials. But not only is necessary to make clear that Nestor I fired at least two people who gave him the final farewell to Don Raul. It would also be good to remember that then there were some idiots that highlighted the massive burial of Alfonsin (who was) and presaged a death in solitude for Nestor. That sucks, that continue to suck. Vos, gorilla Republican, you have inside. Come on everybody! "Tomala you / Give it to me / the one who does not jump / en Clarin."
9 years is nothing
walk with Mariano Lucano and suddenly I have a deja vu. This looks like the 2001! When also walked with Mariano, through the streets, two years before Barcelona. Well, no, nothing to see: everything is quiet, there is repression, not even a little bit tense and bloody weather, not even a hint of paranoia. There is fear, yes, but a fear of the political future, not this, not by walking through the streets. And needless to say it sounds asshole or not guilty: there is hope. Moreover, we are like then. Nine years is nothing. We are the same as then. And some other, more assholes, which could have been there.
Mariano tells me that yesterday was crossed with Diego Parés (the artist who best portrayed the December 20, 2001) and the Child Rodríguez. I imagine it must be (as Mariano, like me) declined brain thinking what the hell are going to say, what horn is what will draw from all this. To me everything I enquilomba. I can not stop thinking, like all of us here. Since we can not (yes, the good thing about this is how easy it is to move from "I" to "we") fail to surprise and excite, as all of us here. Total Thanks
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political analysis step. I admit, I can not stop talking to everyone. Charlo, argue (as I said, right?). Of course, there is talk of who will take the place of Nestor. PJ Who banking, who will avoid the flood Scioli, how not to screw up in this political moment that, properly handled, can be quite favorable for a dignified exit. So, to avoid the greater evil take over the case. And to neutralize them for a while. The price to pay can mean almost religious conviction that what we thought was the lesser evil is suddenly transformed into a well acceptable. Or at least move their home to the suburbs of the Well, a few blocks from the Creek or the General Peace ideological ideal.
Beyond the macro political speculation, the real challenge is how to articulate all this collective will, this heap of enthusiasm, hugs and excitement beyond any speculation election. Of course, it exists and is relevant election. But nobody thinks or Maximum Alicia here. We will see if the presidential son may actually be a choice and if it really can be good. For the moment, seems to have less charisma Fabián Matus, but these moments tend to work miracles. If not, look at it to Ricky Alfonsin.
What really matters now is how to get out of this place. And most importantly, how to go back to find them all here, with the same excitement, with the same force. How to be sure that if we fuck, we'll be here. Holding rags. Not the Nestor and Cristina's. Ours, those of the piles people that we do not want to break the balls. Of all those hours we were waiting to see for 30 seconds a closed coffin, because we knew that there was a guy in particular.
A guy who was neither a revolutionary hero or a great ideologist, not even someone very close to us. However, that guy was who made the miracle to come together, to make us aware that we are a bunch and realize that there are certain things that we will not allow. Well, not exaggerate, we are fragile. But at least now we know that there are other things that are not fucked. Therefore, if only for that, thanks Nestor.
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