(*) 100 days are met the new U.S. administration and just over 200 years of neglect of these our colonies. The first memorial for a country so fond of the rush to enjoy short dynasties, none of them not exceeding four years or eight in rare moments of nostalgia for the monarchy. Their dependence on the clock is parallel to our own inertia. The second anniversary is more substance and requires urgent review, will not declare independence again while we wait for a new Deseado. A country whose last appearance in the world was two centuries ago needs a special envoy.
difficulties should not frighten trip to a mission that aims to save imperial neglect so great, so I trust the considerable travel expenses to be produced at the willingness of the Ministry, whatever the field, it is improper spontaneous correspondent noted. In its absence likely will have to enjoy the hospitality of the natives, shown at the fall meeting of the G-20-shadowing our Real-Council in Washington, the capital whose name is an obvious perversion of their native origin, Guadalajara and Chinchón. The English imprint is seen everywhere.
Rate in the right measure both anniversaries requires a cavalier perspective of history, for which I try to be an appropriate vehicle to the effort, a carriage, distracting to a local tribe called Amish, descendants of our roads clear. Amid the stunning upset of these simple people and genius soon place I go to the representative of Indian customs: a repository of colonial cathedral-sized bed, which they call mall. I leave the carriage on a local invention that the native love in its simplicity: a vast, nearly empty parking lot, concrete cracked and surrounded by fencing so rusty as our memory in America. Is a rectangle cross white lines appear to have been painted by children in a sinister game giant child of loneliness symmetrical, which come to buy from the same family and coupon hand. Inside
people indulge in his favorite hobbies: the size and hauling bales and the movement of goods, which they call trade with innocent enthusiasm. Unlike us, they do not think the feelings paralyze any business. March of the native porters is led by instinct than by reason and rules including a curious custom by which abandoned packages rightfully belong to the people of good will, ie the weakest. As the load and the trade the principal duties of these Indians is not surprised by his devotion to motor vehicles and their dedication to the caravans, which spend much of their lives and become clogged with traffic. Moreover, they are practical and cheerful people, lacking the special gravity makes us different and unrelated to any reputation, which enables them walking free in the rest of our colonies.
numerous portraits adorn the place of the new chief of these tribes, a mulatto whose features are not entirely unpleasant and providing a primitive bow. Full of both courage and prudence, is tall and well formed and its members announced force, displaying a tremendous activity, probably incredulous of your choice. Show fixity of resolution and at a pace that bears his zeal is quite possible to hold the 200 days before you finish reading this story. It is equipped with an entirely complimentary European and his subjects have been cut open in Creole that fit from scholars to the most varied vivales.
proliferate in matters of religion heresy, enlivened by singing group in their respective churches, clearly reminiscent of recent times in which they danced around the fire conjuring the spirits of the night. From that time kept a strong sense of fear, what they have done a modern advanced country in the induction of fear and consistent management security, for better control of their subjects. Profess their beliefs firmly but without the rigidity of such skeptics as devotees of other faiths doubt that it would free them. Unlike Europeans, organize and appreciate their short history but not its nostalgia.
Tired of politics and history looking for a distraction according to the company in charge of the country and ministry, when I see a neon sign that says something like "gay ear ..." and I translate loosely as a cockpit, one of our sturdy sports . I go with the avidity of the gambler and mild-mannered gentlemen lead me without a word intelligible to a booth, no doubt recognizing the taste for discretion English character. The compliments will happen in that paragraph courtier threadbare velvet and interpret these blandishments as a prologue to the cockfight awaited, although this is delayed without explanation that is worth. Benedictine patience go out there stung more than just my dignity but with the satisfaction of mission accomplished.
(*) Published in Nickjournal April 29, 2009.
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