The recovery of historical memory is important, but it would be interesting to remember that it is in the measure by which to understand the present reality. So the Power is determined to erase it, distort it and twist it, the more the closer it is. The power of the media devoted itself to distort the present, which is also history.
After a while, say 30 years, we will regain power scraps of memory about events conveniently away from today, we will establish certain observances, dropped into the jail some of his torturers more disgusting (in the background, the ruling classes do not stop looking with some disgust at a Turkish Julian, more so often see in the mirror), and admit that yes, there was something that went wrong, apportion blame between "all Argentines "and try to reconcile with electric shocks, or with the hand that grasped, or head who ran, or the private security company, or that politician as dapper proposed" growth. "
Meanwhile, those who have still not having less and less, so that those who are still taking more and more.
Let a parenthetical criticism usual "reduction, simplification can not you see that reality is more complex?" Go out and see the kid who - with eminent practicality - you sleep on the street just stuck to the vent facing the kitchen of the pizzeria: heating. And of course, the reality is very complex, full of subtle details. What they forget the lovers of the details is the difference between - precisely - the details and the urgent, dramatic, and the main thing. The details and complexity is an excellent refuge for those who want to stop your damn conscience. Let's shift gears.
iron to the militant who - honestly - no one is in position to demand anything and not me, yield to the charms of the symbolic and declares that "there is an enemy in the Casa Rosada." As if it really matters who's in the famous Casa Rosada. As if that were a cause rather than what it is: a mere consequence.
Hand in hand with good times and a government that does more than I ever dreamed, Argentina has another primaverita. Oscillate between spring and hells surprising end. Nobody dares to make predictions because we know deep down that our country is not ours. Incredulous and naive at the same time, we pull.
March 24 saying "never again" in the moment in which the hairs are smaller in Las Heras and torture in police stations. At the same time that burst to beat a kid in a villa.
declare March 24 - the proud and long-suffering people of the middle class - our commitment to the democratic order, when we know that there is an order to us, another order for the Villa 31, and another order for owners of the handle. Notions such as "country" and "law" are fetishes for the middle classes who cling to them desperately seeking normality. The Homeless and the owners of all know very well that is a lie that can and should do without.
March 24 shall be observed. And that's fine. Who wants to go to the disco to go, total ... being an idiot is both an irrevocable choice and destiny. And after all where do you go? The disk mass, the committee, the assembly of the neighborhood, the club or the court. To see the Bersuit or U2 or Pastor Giménez. Go to belong somewhere and say: "I am this."
But on March 24 is there to teach us that we are nothing compared to power, we treat our children have a better heating of the boy sleeping next to the pizzeria, which we desperately loopholes to catch the handle to maneuver within the range that leave us less and less.
One day the boy who sleeps next to the pizzeria will raise his fist. That fist hard not to convene or to church, or assembly, or the committee or the club, or the court.
That fist is the only one who can crush the March 24, to burst once and forever.