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Last night I dreamed I WRITE TODAY Miyo

That was the cat I had since the end of '88 until I came to Spain in mid-2001 before the collapse of the country I happened to be born.

I was in my childhood home in the garden and Miyo sitting next to me watching. I called him and the cat as usual, came to my side. It was all so real that I only realized it was a dream because I never lived with Miyo in that house, but I rented an apartment to go to Capital. And I woke up.
the'm not having fun in this place, which many see as a paradise. Sure, I live in Mallorca, I open the window and I have the sea ten meters of depth (I live in an upper floor) is the city of Palma, Bellver Castle and the mountains. Everything is a wonderful postcard.
But: How much is all this? In money, a lot. In life, taking me all I have left.
did not friends on this beautiful island, perhaps my fault, I think. But my wife, who is much more friendly and social than me, not the could. Is it because he's with me? I wonder and I have no answer for that.
few years ago a friend (Argentina) said: "It looks good landscape, " but you will feel part of it? " I did not answer because I I did not feel part and it was hard to admit.
Then came the acclimatization, work on something that never would have done in Argielandia, achieving her residence and employment improving and mood.
When one is standing up straight, falling is always stronger. This is what is happening to me right now. We live treading on ground cobweb, knowing that at any moment is coming down and we with it.
is sad but real. Immigrant bleeding in the tail of absolute unemployment, restrictive measures that the government "socialism? prepares to outsiders gives us the pattern of what is to come. In fact it already is, just need to institutionalize it, and are working quickly on it. In fact the children of Ecuadorians living in Spain are not more considered English, but born out of Ecuador Ecuador. It is usual that happen.
invite to your house to an immigrant without papers (As they call here to those without legal residence) will be considered a "serious breach of the immigration law" by a fine of 6000 € or more. Ie, no more zapateril humanism within socialism. Helping someone in trouble will be punished by law.
boatloads I think of Argentina beef bound for Spain during the Franco rationing in the '50s, leather shoes that españolitos be worn after a long period of walking on legs, no, better stop thinking in all this because I still live here.
I see online classifieds for Argentina and I notice that some "entrepreneurs" who ask for "native English graphic designers." English Will these entrepreneurs, it is legal what they do, why let them do that?
Yes, in Argentina English designers ask when so many designers born in Argentina with great quality and experience.
Page12 Leo a shout on an Argentine guitarist who is coming to try to edit your Rock & Blues album in Spain, the guy is well known there, played in bands mainstream, had his time over, and ditto that had to make driving a taxi, and to edit the disc sold part of its equipment. It saddens me that yet, with the news that slip over the Internet, people want to come to Europe.
Because here no one loves us, even before when you had to go around, were frowned upon, now we are the biggest threat they see that we take away the little work there. When reminded that the English, for political or hunger went to South America, I reply that they have no family there, or know anyone who does. And you do not fight because for an immigrant to his bones in prison, it's just a snap.
I have on my Facebook photos in glorious times Buenos Aires, where everything worked in my life, as he left work to get into another, all graphic design. Working with friends, with freedom of action, when people trusted the other. Now that's a utopia, part of a past where people lived and what he did on weekends, went out to have fun. Is not that was sold us happiness? Well that does not exist anymore, or at least it is forbidden for "nobodies" to us.
again come to mind images of my cat walking around the apartment where he lived with Danisa, the woman who at that time ('90) shared her life with me, in Yatay and Sarmiento.
I see him jump on the window frame and jump to the neighbor's balcony to catch a pigeon, which ends by inviting the department to dinner (she was the dinner) and enclosing the Miyo Danisa saved in another room. I remember the sound of flapping pigeon scared looking stunned the open window of his salvation. And now here, writing on the Mac, seeing the letters on a screen, look out the window and I pulled back the curtains, not to sightsee, afraid that I have to stare at him, I realize that is badly printed and out of register.

Dark Gray Suit With Pink Shirt

WITH STREET Alfonsin

The first memory I have of the pre-election is that with my friend Ricardo Carossino started talking about politics. It was when I learned that he was a Peronist. We had been classmates in a course of secondary (2 º. National in the Guemes El Palomar) five years earlier, but just at that moment I realized the difference between living in a dictatorship and start enjoying the sweet taste of democracy that was coming. When we talk about politics with my friend, but differed in terms of party-we wanted the two was the same, no more repression, free to walk the streets without fear of being asked for documents and anything you take more dough in the pockets of the people, education, health and good government. When I heard the phrase "With democracy you eat, cures and education ..." did not hesitate and went there. On 31 October morning we were all aware, the candidate of the cordial greeting of plain prose, had won the first general elections entirely without prescriptions in many years in Argentina. The months went by and the joy was completed quickly, which lasted a spring, the first democracy in 1984 where it was sunny, the street was ours and everything seemed possible and good. passed the plan (again) in spring, but the following year, and darker. The external debt grew rampant, the finance ministers seemed crazy teachers, without exceeding a little the script dictated by the IMF, the World Bank and some other creditor. Devaluing currency change again for the first time we thought our tickets were worth more than the dollar when they were not even pesos. One day we wake up to an uprising, with a surrender and an unfortunate phrase. "The house is in order ... Happy Easter." Finally the that was surrendered to the military president because the pose, just beginning, and it was. Another attempt to blow each of them and the advanced miliquitos several boxes carrying all before him on the TEG of the reality of Argentina and who lost points democracy was so fragile it, so docile. next day there was an attempt to seize the barracks at La Tablada and ended up being a tragedy of intrigue because the owners of the barracks finished slaughtering the assailants (there were even shooting) and they soon left several casualties of olive green. One evening out of the editor of the magazine Rock & Pop that remained in the Once neighborhood, heard screams and noise. There were people looting the stores, it seemed that soon would be by my side. I ran, I was maddened by the cries and noise of the broken glass behind me. Shortly after the early dismissal for not being able, not knowing and not dare, because we now know that the military pose the '80s did not involve a risk to the democratic system. democracy, that young and beautiful lady who gave us so much at first, in nearly four years a lady prostitute was made by an evil pimp, had stayed on the street and a train had passed over, too, besides having a lot of bad blood, indeed. Today is Wednesday, April 1. Coincidentally, a day of Wednesday. He died Raul Alfonsin, the first president of post-democracy "process." The famous greeting, that of RA stickers, oval with the colors of the flag behind "The man we need" , according to David Ratto, campaign manager and publicist. A good guy, a person who had the best intentions and the worst decisions. Which was recently voted as the best president since the return to democracy in Argentina, that speaks very poorly of those who succeeded him. Because Alfonsin intended to make things right, did not lack. But I can not stay with the "not let him." was hesitant in matters of state and did not maintain the strength of being the head of the three armed forces, did not cut the root of the first military uprising. Had it done so we had saved the following. Also economically excessive loyalty remained with the IMF raised its debt and devalued the national currency twice. Olivos Pact was the last trick that earned him the hatred of many and ended up devaluing as a Democrat. Here in Spain when you're a supporter of one or another character, political or artist said: "I like (X) but I'm more (Y )..." I have to say something like, I Alfonsín excites me like no one in '83 and voted for, but in '87 I was wondering what was all that, like a bolero fatal. So I liked Alfonsin, was not too bad, but I'm more of Arturo Illia, a president who would be good to include it in the polls for the best. An anecdote that when David Rockefeller met with him in Buenos Aires. told then President Illia he intended to open branches in Argentina Chase Manhattan Bank, owned. Illia tycoon replied: "It will not be able to be Mister, if you open the banks here will have more power than me, and that's not a good thing for the country ..." Illia Shortly after he was overthrown by the walrus Onganía, and new banks opened Rockefeller in never-never land of the south. The history of Argentina began to go wrong ever since.