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“The Golem, The Monster was in love with herself; the Goy was in love with her too. She was in love with Club Golan. A perfect storm was approaching and I could almost feel it. I didn't know what was wrong with my beautiful girlfriend as her face gradually began to look like a monster's and she started treating me like garbage. What was controlling her mind? Who was behind her, making her get so sick again so quickly after meeting some new people at the beach bar? Why did Sabrina say that I would die lonely and sad, and why was Martina's perception of me so wrong and unreal? How was their plan on track, I didn't understand while I was running after Martina and I couldn't understand where our happiness had slipped out of our hands again? I was desperately trying to figure out what had happened to my life, my career, and what had happened to my pretty girlfriend, what had happened to my baby? It was almost like my girlfriend's perceptions were all wrong somehow. She had seen me as a useless homeless bum and she had seen the only value or service in Europe and Barcelona which could make a living or money as, 'short shorts and loose legs'. I felt hopeless and I didn't understand what the spell was. How was my 'Stupid Bunny' a Frankenstein? I could feel it on my skin, and I could see it in Martina's eyes, that the criminals' plans were in play and had been working since the moment Adam arrived in Spain, or maybe even before that somehow. Before I even met Martina. Before we even broke all up with Sabrina. Before the Red Moon, the last date and before the provocation the following night. I felt like 10-20 criminals were trying to bully me and trying to woo Martina and outsmart me with her, but I was so worried for her and was so busy trying to save her every day with her on my mind, as if I too was under spells, under possession and couldn't do anything about it to help her or break the illusions keeping her possessed, even when supposedly she was, we were, rid of the bad people. I felt like I was in a screenplay in the set up stages of a drama. I felt like someone had sat down with a piece of paper and a pen, and was drawing plans against my life. I felt like someone had written a screenplay on how to play this out, how to take the club from me and Martina. Someone must have written a list of characters. Casting. I never called Sabrina a bitch. Adam and Martina both called her “bitch.” Martina said “The Bitch” and Adam said “that Crazy Bitch.” ’The Goy’ ’The Bitch’ ’The Gipsy’ ’The Giants’ ’The Golem’ ’The Lawyer’ ’The Big Boss’ ’My Girlfriend’ ’The False Flag’ ’The Big Brother’ ’The Stupid Bunny’ ’The Big Boss Daddy’ ’The Italian Connection’, etc. I was unable to break any illusion, the secret, the code; I was dumbstruck in love with “my girlfriend” (who I thought was my “stupid bunny”), being the ‘false flag’, and maybe it was actually “the bitch” portrayed by Sabrina who was my true love perhaps, putting me to the tests, with Adam and the rest, using Martina and her brother, playing with strings, with her long pretty fingernails, teaching me a lesson for cheating when I thought she was cheating too and making me unhappy when I thought she was unhappy with me. As if I knew, Sabrina had been behind my new girlfriend, Martina playing roles; I had seen all the signs and jokes. I just couldn't comprehend it having a cover over my eyes. I was unsure what should I do what would be real wise? I didn't think Sabrina would be capable of hurting me at all. Why did Martina keep saying, Tomas you are so nice and tall?”

“It is strange that Switzerland, an independent state in the middle of continental Europe, freely provides Swiss passports to descendants of people from far-off places without background checks or any sort of probationary period. They only need to submit their photos and fingerprints, and a Swiss passport will arrive in the mail a few weeks later, in Barcelona or anywhere, seemingly without much consideration. Considering the Nazi vibes and the Nazi Gestapo methods used by Israeli, Spanish, British, Hungarian, South American and Italian criminals above it is pretty surreal. Disrespectful. I wondered what Martina was hiding and why Argentina and her family had sent her away at the age of twenty. Did Switzerland wonder who Martina or her brother really were? In Adam Maraudin’s mafia the exact same time. Based on this, Switzerland could even grant Swiss passports upon request to the grandchildren of Nazi war criminals. Would it be so surprising, a few decades later, they had resorted to Nazi tactics as they returned to Europe and landed in Spain, their former conquistador's land (by Argentine perspective, to deliver revenge) in the EU?”

“Ni la conquista de Tenochtitlán, ni las desigualdades de género ni la indigencia pueden explicarse sin comprender algo acerca de la capacidad de ciertas minorías o sectores para naturalizar ideas en una sociedad determinada. Desarmar esos mitos es condición necesaria para potenciar cambios sociales y culturales.”

“Sé que habrá quien se sienta molesto con la palabra "falsas", ya que implica su reverso: que hay verdades. Las teorías sociales han dado muchas vueltas sobre la cuestión de la verdad (y esperemos que el debate continúe), pero hay algunos aspectos simples: no es cierto que la Argentina sea el peor país del mundo, ni el mejor, ni que no haya indios o racismo. Son creencias vigentes, muy repetidas y poderosas. Y son falsas. A veces, lo contrario de esas afirmaciones es verdadero: hay racismo en la Argentina. A veces, el asunto es bastante más complejo que la negación del enunciado.”

“Las múltiples desigualdades sociales son persistentes y en muchos casos tienden a reproducirse entre las generaciones, más allá de las buenas intenciones. En efecto, uno de los sociólogos contemporáneos más reconocidos del mundo escribe: "La educación universal, se sostiene, contribuiría a reducir las disparidades de riqueza y poder (..)". Y luego se pregunta hasta qué punto esto es cierto. La respuesta que ofrece es contundente: "Se han dedicado numerosos esfuerzos de investigación sociológica a responder esta cuestión. Sus resultados han sido claros: la educación tiende a expresar y reafirmar desigualdades ya existentes, en mucha mayor medida de lo que contribuye a cambiarlas" (Giddens A., Sociología, Alianza, Madrid 1997, pág. 466). Pero esto no es una gran novedad, ya que en los Estados Unidos, el célebre Informe Coleman de 1966 afirmaba que "Las desigualdades impuestas a los niños por su hogar, vecindario y compañeros se prolongan hasta convertirse en las desigualdades con las que se enfrentan a la vida adulta al finalizar la escuela". Mientras algunos estudian las relaciones objetivas entre características de los alumnos y sus familias, variables de la oferta escolar y rendimiento académico de los niños; otros investigadores analizan qué es lo que sucede en lo que se llama "la caja negra" de las instituciones escolares. Aquí las representaciones, tipificaciones y expectativas de los actores juegan un papel fundamental. Diversos estudios mostraron que existe una cierta tendencia a "esperar menos" de los niños que tienen ciertas características sociales, culturales, étnicas, de género, etc. Muchas veces las relaciones entre las personas están mediadas por las imágenes que nos hacemos de los otros, y estas tienen una influencia variable sobre la construcción de las subjetividades. "Todos nos parecemos a la imagen que los otros tienen de nosotros", decía Borges. Lo que esta tradición intelectual viene a recordarnos es que la desigualdad y la exclusión no son fenómenos automáticos, sino que se producen a través de prácticas de sujetos que son parcialmente conscientes de lo que hacen.”

“¡Qué apuro tendría por venir a este pícaro mundo, nomás a asquearse de tanta iniquidad! ¡Tan bien que estaba en el vientre de su madre, guardadita y bien protegida, sin pasar necesidades, ni sentir esa ansiedad que de chica la hizo presa! Que el ansia de un padre. Que el ansia de una casa. Que el ansiar un hombre que no era para ella. Siempre se la pasó ansiando, mayormente imposibles y vaya a saber por qué varias veces estuvo cerca de conseguir lo que quería, para después perderlo todo.”

“Once you understand the process of corporate globalization, you have to see that what happened in Argentina, the devastation of Argentina by the IMF, is part of the same machine that is destroying Iraq. Both are efforts to break open and to control markets. And so Argentina is destroyed by the chequebook, and Iraq is destroyed by the cruise missile. If the chequebook won't work, the cruise missile will. Hell hath no fury like a market scorned.”

“Mudanças, novos bairros onde circulo como um estrangeiro, renovando meu interesse pela cidade. Já faz algum tempo, Barracas, os velhos prédios da fábrica – por exemplo, a da Bagley –, tão abundante por aqui, junto com os armazéns próximos do porto velho, que dão nome ao bairro. Também fica perto o parque Lezama, que tem uma atmosfera serena, com alguns velhos bares e restaurantezinhos muito agradáveis. Sempre faço a experiência de ficar sem dinheiro e conhecer a cidade a pé, procurando locais baratos, viajando de ônibus, uma experiência mais direta, mais conflituosa, não mediada pela qualidade mágica do dinheiro que alivia todo desconhecimento da realidade, porque quando tudo pode ser comprado não há enigmas.”

“El pueblo, antes de la revolución, era algo sin nombre ni influencia; después de la revolución apareció gigante y sofocó en sus brazos al león de España. La turba, el populacho, antes sumergido en la nulidad, en la impotencia, se mostró entonces en la superficie de la sociedad, no como espuma vil, sino como una potestad destinada por la Providencia para dictar la ley y sobreponerse a cualquiera otra potestad terrestre.”

“El derecho del hombre es anterior al derecho de la asociación. El individuo por la ley de Dios y de la humanidad es dueño exclusivo de su vida, de su propiedad, de su conciencia y su libertad: su vida es un don de Dios; su propiedad, el sudor de su rostro; su conciencia, el ojo de su alma y el juez íntimo de sus actos; su libertad, la condición necesaria para el desarrollo de las facultades que Dios le dio con el fin de que viviese feliz, la esencia misma de su vida, puesto que la vida sin libertad es muerte.”

“No entendía por qué, pero sentía que algo lo llamaba al final de esa calle. Iluminada por la luna, tomaba un aspecto similar al de un río de leche que ejercía sobre él un magnetismo que jamás había sentido. Tal vez la imagen con ciertas similitudes a su Lihuel Calel natal, pensaba, pero inmediatamente esa impresión cambiaba para hacerle suponer que ese camino era mucho más que una calle de tierra: sentía que era el camino que debía recorrer para llenar, tapar, los baches de su existencia.”

“The problem with the 11:11 Phenomenon is getting anybody interested in it that hasn't experienced it themselves. Other phenomena, such as U.F.Os or crop circles, are able to be seen. We can debate them. But seeing and being guided by 11:11 is hard to convey to those uninitiated in its ways.”

“People spoke to foreigners with an averted gaze, and everybody seemed to know somebody who had just vanished. The rumors of what had happened to them were fantastic and bizarre though, as it turned out, they were only an understatement of the real thing. Before going to see General Videla […], I went to […] check in with Los Madres: the black-draped mothers who paraded, every week, with pictures of their missing loved ones in the Plaza Mayo. (‘Todo mi familia!’ as one elderly lady kept telling me imploringly, as she flourished their photographs. ‘Todo mi familia!’) From these and from other relatives and friends I got a line of questioning to put to the general. I would be told by him, they forewarned me, that people ‘disappeared’ all the time, either because of traffic accidents and family quarrels or, in the dire civil-war circumstances of Argentina, because of the wish to drop out of a gang and the need to avoid one’s former associates. But this was a cover story. Most of those who disappeared were openly taken away in the unmarked Ford Falcon cars of the Buenos Aires military police. I should inquire of the general what precisely had happened to Claudia Inez Grumberg, a paraplegic who was unable to move on her own but who had last been seen in the hands of his ever-vigilant armed forces [….] I possess a picture of the encounter that still makes me want to spew: there stands the killer and torturer and rape-profiteer, as if to illustrate some seminar on the banality of evil. Bony-thin and mediocre in appearance, with a scrubby moustache, he looks for all the world like a cretin impersonating a toothbrush. I am gripping his hand in a much too unctuous manner and smiling as if genuinely delighted at the introduction. Aching to expunge this humiliation, I waited while he went almost pedantically through the predicted script, waving away the rumored but doubtless regrettable dematerializations that were said to be afflicting his fellow Argentines. And then I asked him about Senorita Grumberg. He replied that if what I had said was true, then I should remember that ‘terrorism is not just killing with a bomb, but activating ideas. Maybe that’s why she’s detained.’ I expressed astonishment at this reply and, evidently thinking that I hadn’t understood him the first time, Videla enlarged on the theme. ‘We consider it a great crime to work against the Western and Christian style of life: it is not just the bomber but the ideologist who is the danger.’ Behind him, I could see one or two of his brighter staff officers looking at me with stark hostility as they realized that the general—El Presidente—had made a mistake by speaking so candidly. […] In response to a follow-up question, Videla crassly denied—‘rotondamente’: ‘roundly’ denied—holding Jacobo Timerman ‘as either a journalist or a Jew.’ While we were having this surreal exchange, here is what Timerman was being told by his taunting tormentors: Argentina has three main enemies: Karl Marx, because he tried to destroy the Christian concept of society; Sigmund Freud, because he tried to destroy the Christian concept of the family; and Albert Einstein, because he tried to destroy the Christian concept of time and space. […] We later discovered what happened to the majority of those who had been held and tortured in the secret prisons of the regime. According to a Navy captain named Adolfo Scilingo, who published a book of confessions, these broken victims were often destroyed as ‘evidence’ by being flown out way over the wastes of the South Atlantic and flung from airplanes into the freezing water below. Imagine the fun element when there’s the surprise bonus of a Jewish female prisoner in a wheelchair to be disposed of… we slide open the door and get ready to roll her and then it’s one, two, three… go!”

“At a lunchtime reception for the diplomatic corps in Washington, given the day before the inauguration of Barack Obama as president, I was approached by a good-looking man who extended his hand. 'We once met many years ago,' he said. 'And you knew and befriended my father.' My mind emptied, as so often happens on such occasions. I had to inform him that he had the advantage of me. 'My name is Hector Timerman. I am the ambassador of Argentina.' In my above album of things that seem to make life pointful and worthwhile, and that even occasionally suggest, in Dr. King’s phrase as often cited by President Obama, that there could be a long arc in the moral universe that slowly, eventually bends toward justice, this would constitute an exceptional entry. It was also something more than a nudge to my memory. There was a time when the name of Jacobo Timerman, the kidnapped and tortured editor of the newspaper La Opinion in Buenos Aires, was a talismanic one. The mere mention of it was enough to elicit moans of obscene pleasure from every fascist south of the Rio Grande: finally in Argentina there was a strict ‘New Order’ that would stamp hard upon the international Communist-Jewish collusion. A little later, the mention of Timerman’s case was enough to derail the nomination of Ronald Reagan’s first nominee as undersecretary for human rights; a man who didn’t seem to have grasped the point that neo-Nazism was a problem for American values. And Timerman’s memoir, Prisoner without a Name, Cell without a Number, was the book above all that clothed in living, hurting flesh the necessarily abstract idea of the desaparecido: the disappeared one or, to invest it with the more sinister and grisly past participle with which it came into the world, the one who has been ‘disappeared.’ In the nuances of that past participle, many, many people vanished into a void that is still unimaginable. It became one of the keywords, along with escuadrone de la muerte or ‘death squads,’ of another arc, this time of radical evil, that spanned a whole subcontinent. Do you know why General Jorge Rafael Videla of Argentina was eventually sentenced? Well, do you? Because he sold the children of the tortured rape victims who were held in his private prison. I could italicize every second word in that last sentence without making it any more heart-stopping. And this subhuman character was boasted of, as a personal friend and genial host, even after he had been removed from the office he had defiled, by none other than Henry Kissinger. So there was an almost hygienic effect in meeting, in a new Washington, as an envoy of an elected government, the son of the brave man who had both survived and exposed the Videla tyranny.”

“El 18 de noviembre de 1997 Luis Montiel no fue al colegio. A las cuatro de la tarde fue al galpón de su casa, se ató un alambre al cuello y se ahorcó. Lo encontró su abuelo. Lo descolgó Teresa, su tía enfermera. Al día siguiente, las puertas del ómnibus en el que sus compañeros regresaban de viaje de egresados se abrieron, y dos docenas de adolescentes eufóricos vieron lo imposible: Luis los estaba esperando. El velorio se hacía en el colegio.”

“When I was 11, I moved to the United States with my two brothers and my mom. We moved to northern New York, up near the Canadian border, from Argentina, and there was nobody there that spoke Spanish, and because there was no internet at the time, not even cable TV yet, I lost the connection with my childhood friends and the culture I had been brought up with for my first decade completely.”

“Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White is remarkable for its truth-telling about two important issues concerning Alabama's past and present: the civil rights movement and immigration. These stories, rendered through the words and eyes of a young Latina girl who came from Argentina to Marion, Alabama, are made vivid and immediate through Weaver's highly accessible drawings and dialogue. This is a book-about maturation, family, education, and social change-every schoolchild, parent, and citizen should experience.”

“I've lived in a preindustrial (rural Argentina) as well as an industrial world. You experience a different sense of time in a community that works the land. Human relationships aren't professionalized or contractualized; family and friends take primacy. Life has much more continuity than discontinuity. There's a great deal of poetry in everyday life.”

“I learned an invaluable lesson from a kid in Argentina when we were playing Buenos Aires in 2002. I came out of the hotel and this 16-year-old-boy asked me to sign his copy of my Six Wives of Henry VIII album. As I was signing it I asked him 'what does a 16 year-old like about this old music?' and he looked at me, quite hurt, and said, 'it might be old to you, Mr Wakeman, but I only heard it for the first time last week. When you hear something for the first time, it's new.' I've never forgotten that.”

“A horse perceives eye contact as provocative, as if it and its status in the herd are not being respected. If it cannot avoid eye contact, it will react in a different way, by rebelling for example. In dressage you don't get anywhere by not showing respect, however superior your species might be. Any animal trainer can tell you that. In the mountains in Argentina there's a wild horse which will jump off the nearest precipice if any human tries to ride it.”

“Between 1831 and 1891, US armed forces - usually the Marines - invaded Mexico, Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Panama, Colombia, Nicaragua, Uruguay, Brazil, Haiti, Argentina, and Chile a total of thirty-one times, a fact not many of us are informed about in school. The Marines intermittently occupied Nicaragua form 1909 to 1933, Mexico from 1914 to 1919, and Panama from 1903 to 1914. To 'restore order' the Marines occupied Haiti from 1915 to 1934, killing over two thousand Haitians who resisted 'pacification.'”

“The first lady of Uganda is a devoted evangelical and beloved by the faith community. At an evangelical conference in Argentina, one minister said, "Mama Janet has given us the keys to Africa." She has done that by creating a nation that has embraced a Dominionist form of Christianity that believes that Christians have a God-given right to rule the world.”