ago 89, 17 July in Buenos Aires a young, bright and pretentious. It was the Centre. First on Calle San José, then Talcahuano and Corrientes. His shoes ran behind Wilhelmine rag balls surrounded by cobbled Lavalle and the squares of the Two Congresses. He was the son of Molly, a Galician immigrant, very Galicia, a small village called Fene. Of these Galician fighters who, with effort, he managed to run a small little hotel. Raul, his father, belonged to the aristocracy, the son of Genoese immigrants. First a transgressive love that dared to marry the poor Galicia, then a coward who fled in the foothills of the family advice. But my grandmother raised and managed alone. As good Galician strong.
So I grew old, former pupil at a school until his mother could embrace a stable economic move, then as a good student of Otto Krause, lover industrial chemistry, activity that took place then. Simplicity boy sucked and did not think too much about what he would say. Sometimes the muddy, sometimes these sayings were a sweet innocent, instinctive. So, in 1952, conquered Fina, a beautiful Tucuman, some few years younger than him. While on their first date was presented with a striped suit, a hat and mismatched shoes. And of course, the flower in his buttonhole. She liked his charm, his smile ... and imagined that the presence of leading man in a suit over district "located."
was a gentleman. The proximity to theaters, cinemas and all those places that made Buenos Aires a Paris modern impelled him to always come home with two tickets in hand. Could show up with flowers or a box of brown icing. Then, rigorous suit, Fina had to take a snack bar at the Jockey, the Richmond or the Chantecler. These copetin before, with about twenty small plates that could contain anything from snails to french fries. Then, the movies or the theater. And finally, for dinner ... and if possible, with orchestra.
a nice life. They married and had a daughter, Maria Elena, spoiled by his parents and grandmother. It added a member to the family, but the rituals remained the same. To those who knew Raul was the world's most generous kind. Both are sometimes spent much of your paycheck on gifts and part of the month, had to be tightly restricted. Although
wanted to have a few more children, they could not. Time passed, about 13 years since the birth of Maria Elena, and I arrived. So by a miracle. The year that Raul had the greatest sorrow of his life: the loss of his beloved mother. There
his hair turned white. So I knew him forever.
traveled a lot. So I learned the advantages and disadvantages of "missing." Each return was an indescribable happiness. I wanted to be with him all the time. On each return, a book. Therefore, by force of will, made me learn to read and write to 5. I remember being with him and my mother in our kitchen table when I wrote my first word: "Celusal." Sure, it was to copy the mark of the table salt, but from there, he helped me understand the alphabet.
Every time I brought home from work a treat and almost always was a chocolatín Jack. He loved surprises. Then, every so often, I was baffled and brought something different.
I have a day unforgettable. In the four years I was in our kitchen with Fina and he came home from work, with that huge smile and those teeth "bunny" who did adorable. He handed me a brown paper package, much bigger than my little hands. I touched it with care and its shape was irregular. Did not broke right away (a virtue I gained from my old one was unaware of the anxiety). "What is it?" I asked with my squeaky little voice. "Break," he said. That was when I drove my fingers into the brown paper package, and it fell dozens of dolls of each of the characters of Walt Disney. It took the trouble to buy them all. From Mickey, Minnie and Donald, to Captain Hook, Bambi and Thumper (my favorite). Were dozens. I played with them forever. I still have some. It was the nicest gift I made in my life. Sometimes we played
bowling in the long hallway of the house, or take me to roller skate or bike to Palermo (in the "new" subway line D). But was not sitting on the floor and play with me. He was worried that everything would make me happy and helps me develop my imagination and my education. If I saw that I ended crayons or colored pencils, there was more. It was also a constant provider of blank pages so you can write or do my hundreds of pictures daily.
So I grew old, former pupil at a school until his mother could embrace a stable economic move, then as a good student of Otto Krause, lover industrial chemistry, activity that took place then. Simplicity boy sucked and did not think too much about what he would say. Sometimes the muddy, sometimes these sayings were a sweet innocent, instinctive. So, in 1952, conquered Fina, a beautiful Tucuman, some few years younger than him. While on their first date was presented with a striped suit, a hat and mismatched shoes. And of course, the flower in his buttonhole. She liked his charm, his smile ... and imagined that the presence of leading man in a suit over district "located."
was a gentleman. The proximity to theaters, cinemas and all those places that made Buenos Aires a Paris modern impelled him to always come home with two tickets in hand. Could show up with flowers or a box of brown icing. Then, rigorous suit, Fina had to take a snack bar at the Jockey, the Richmond or the Chantecler. These copetin before, with about twenty small plates that could contain anything from snails to french fries. Then, the movies or the theater. And finally, for dinner ... and if possible, with orchestra.
a nice life. They married and had a daughter, Maria Elena, spoiled by his parents and grandmother. It added a member to the family, but the rituals remained the same. To those who knew Raul was the world's most generous kind. Both are sometimes spent much of your paycheck on gifts and part of the month, had to be tightly restricted. Although
wanted to have a few more children, they could not. Time passed, about 13 years since the birth of Maria Elena, and I arrived. So by a miracle. The year that Raul had the greatest sorrow of his life: the loss of his beloved mother. There
his hair turned white. So I knew him forever.
traveled a lot. So I learned the advantages and disadvantages of "missing." Each return was an indescribable happiness. I wanted to be with him all the time. On each return, a book. Therefore, by force of will, made me learn to read and write to 5. I remember being with him and my mother in our kitchen table when I wrote my first word: "Celusal." Sure, it was to copy the mark of the table salt, but from there, he helped me understand the alphabet.
Every time I brought home from work a treat and almost always was a chocolatín Jack. He loved surprises. Then, every so often, I was baffled and brought something different.
I have a day unforgettable. In the four years I was in our kitchen with Fina and he came home from work, with that huge smile and those teeth "bunny" who did adorable. He handed me a brown paper package, much bigger than my little hands. I touched it with care and its shape was irregular. Did not broke right away (a virtue I gained from my old one was unaware of the anxiety). "What is it?" I asked with my squeaky little voice. "Break," he said. That was when I drove my fingers into the brown paper package, and it fell dozens of dolls of each of the characters of Walt Disney. It took the trouble to buy them all. From Mickey, Minnie and Donald, to Captain Hook, Bambi and Thumper (my favorite). Were dozens. I played with them forever. I still have some. It was the nicest gift I made in my life. Sometimes we played
bowling in the long hallway of the house, or take me to roller skate or bike to Palermo (in the "new" subway line D). But was not sitting on the floor and play with me. He was worried that everything would make me happy and helps me develop my imagination and my education. If I saw that I ended crayons or colored pencils, there was more. It was also a constant provider of blank pages so you can write or do my hundreds of pictures daily.
Afiligido for my love of animals and the impossibility of having a dog or cat because my mom did not want Nicky brought me my first pet: a rabbit. That same year, in the garden rabbit had to act. I wanted to be a green rabbit and my parents gave me the taste. I was a green rabbit. Obviously, my classmates (all spotless white rabbits) laughed at me. Even some of their mothers. My old man told me: "Do not worry. You were the cutest rabbit. Everyone else was equal."
was the great "company." Hand in hand, to school, club, swimming, guitar, the square, the theater ... to Luna Park! On his shoulders, in the house of the moon, I saw the fight between The Mummy and Karadagián in 1972. He made my love of theater to grow more and more. "The blue jirafita" in the San Martín ... Bernardo Mané puppetry and Sarah Bianchi ...
I had walking everywhere. He loved to walk blocks and blocks. I loved doing business with him everywhere. We went to one and I asked him: "Now where are we going?". And we continued our course. I felt important doing paperwork. And more importantly when I had to work (that beautiful palace of Sanitation, Avenue Córdoba) and I became the attraction, "the son of Gorlero."
was the great "company." Hand in hand, to school, club, swimming, guitar, the square, the theater ... to Luna Park! On his shoulders, in the house of the moon, I saw the fight between The Mummy and Karadagián in 1972. He made my love of theater to grow more and more. "The blue jirafita" in the San Martín ... Bernardo Mané puppetry and Sarah Bianchi ...
I had walking everywhere. He loved to walk blocks and blocks. I loved doing business with him everywhere. We went to one and I asked him: "Now where are we going?". And we continued our course. I felt important doing paperwork. And more importantly when I had to work (that beautiful palace of Sanitation, Avenue Córdoba) and I became the attraction, "the son of Gorlero."
it was something I was ashamed. When I went down the street, singing. But singing out loud. Almost always, tangos, or any other song of his time. But, at home, inventing songs. One said a word and that word, invented a song and stealing a melody. He loved to sing. When cooked sang, while preparing those who brought us breakfast in bed and when he went shopping. As a kid I was a little embarrassed, but immediately, I cheated and I amounted to the cause. Suddenly, we were both singing a song by Maria Elena Walsh. Today I feel so nice having a dad who sang aloud the street no matter what others say.
hated his taste for cowboy movies, Romans and musicals. But seeing them all, to keep him company. Also shared together each program of the Titans in the ring or each chapter of Bonanza, Wuthering Heights and The Incredible Hulk, scattered around in his bed. Sometimes, even the participant did Mom. We fought over politics. He was a militant Peronist, I was a dirty gorilla defended Lanusse, only to lead the counterattack. To my old
nothing made sense if there was no justice. So remember their anger and their quarrels when some of his fellow union members enriched themselves with impunity, and he persisted in following its principles of equality. This detachment from the money many times I got angry, but others I was proud. Like when rejected the legacy of his father (who had virtually disappeared from his life) because he did not want a penny of it. "When I need with my mother, he disappeared," he said. A few times I saw
mourn. One was when Perón died and two others were when my mom and I were sick.
Another indelible memory: he and my mother very well dressed and happy to accompany me to my first day in first grade. There I was also infected by the enthusiasm with my school uniform La Salle. My dad was in his hands, his gift: the Scoop bag, with the best in school supplies. And, of course, a chocolatín Jack. I opened it and big surprise: it was Don Quixote. But it was not a literary joy but absolutely frivolous. This indicated that the library Titanes started out at Jack. My dad happy too. I well remember that picture: coming to La Salle, on the street Tucumán, and they greeted me at the door with a kiss.
hated his taste for cowboy movies, Romans and musicals. But seeing them all, to keep him company. Also shared together each program of the Titans in the ring or each chapter of Bonanza, Wuthering Heights and The Incredible Hulk, scattered around in his bed. Sometimes, even the participant did Mom. We fought over politics. He was a militant Peronist, I was a dirty gorilla defended Lanusse, only to lead the counterattack. To my old
nothing made sense if there was no justice. So remember their anger and their quarrels when some of his fellow union members enriched themselves with impunity, and he persisted in following its principles of equality. This detachment from the money many times I got angry, but others I was proud. Like when rejected the legacy of his father (who had virtually disappeared from his life) because he did not want a penny of it. "When I need with my mother, he disappeared," he said. A few times I saw
mourn. One was when Perón died and two others were when my mom and I were sick.
Another indelible memory: he and my mother very well dressed and happy to accompany me to my first day in first grade. There I was also infected by the enthusiasm with my school uniform La Salle. My dad was in his hands, his gift: the Scoop bag, with the best in school supplies. And, of course, a chocolatín Jack. I opened it and big surprise: it was Don Quixote. But it was not a literary joy but absolutely frivolous. This indicated that the library Titanes started out at Jack. My dad happy too. I well remember that picture: coming to La Salle, on the street Tucumán, and they greeted me at the door with a kiss.
He loved celebrations. From very young, I carried the burning of San Pedro and San Pablo, Buenos Aires and Corsicans. Burning my old loved (then left to be done because they considered dangerous), but hated the parade. "Black Thing" he said. "We will be black then," replied my father. And then undertook our fun adventure ourselves foam and drums, until dead tired and laughter home to enjoy Fina's cooking.
was not the old friend. Did not look at your life. But accompanying permanently. fervent friend of my dog \u200b\u200band his caretaker when I was not , was able to walk blocks and blocks with him. And, in his old age, was always willing to help in the process and various issues.
My dad was a man bald, gray-haired, ripening fruit, with a mustache that gave him a personality that commanded respect ... until she smiled. There was the living image of the type most good in the world. Was that opened the door of his house to all and that became frequent visitors nephews or nieces and nephews children who stayed at home. The law at home was "equality." His law was: if there is one bread, can be split into several pieces. If we have a roof, another garrison.
He knew no evil. Not understand. If anyone spoke ill of anyone, remained silent, looking not understand. Raul gave
My dad was a man bald, gray-haired, ripening fruit, with a mustache that gave him a personality that commanded respect ... until she smiled. There was the living image of the type most good in the world. Was that opened the door of his house to all and that became frequent visitors nephews or nieces and nephews children who stayed at home. The law at home was "equality." His law was: if there is one bread, can be split into several pieces. If we have a roof, another garrison.
He knew no evil. Not understand. If anyone spoke ill of anyone, remained silent, looking not understand. Raul gave
kisses but he loved receiving them. Old, put his head and face and closed his eyes. What I liked was Raul hold your hand. So he did when we were great. Now I understand why. That sense of protection remains. It is impossible to erase your hand in your hand. Since the physical is the stamp he left us.
Since the internal ... us. We are what made Fina and Raul. So while your huge smile, his eyes tender and full of years and going fast are not yet within our sight, living in our body, our soul.
I will not be melodramatic, I just want to remember something wonderful that I saw in a play (how to teach the playwrights!). Maeterlinck was a child, The Blue Bird, a play directed by my friend Ana and the acting my friends Floria and Monica. There, Floria and another actor playing the grandparents of the children actors. The boys went for a dream world looking for the bluebird of happiness. They came to a forest, a hut and could see it out their grandparents. The boys jumped for joy but one of them asked: "But you were not ...". The grandmother would not let him continue the question. They played, sang, danced and laughed until we give more. Then the grandmother told them they had to go, they were not there .... But who can visit whenever they wanted to have a good time, and that was only necessary to remember the heart.
Since the internal ... us. We are what made Fina and Raul. So while your huge smile, his eyes tender and full of years and going fast are not yet within our sight, living in our body, our soul.
I will not be melodramatic, I just want to remember something wonderful that I saw in a play (how to teach the playwrights!). Maeterlinck was a child, The Blue Bird, a play directed by my friend Ana and the acting my friends Floria and Monica. There, Floria and another actor playing the grandparents of the children actors. The boys went for a dream world looking for the bluebird of happiness. They came to a forest, a hut and could see it out their grandparents. The boys jumped for joy but one of them asked: "But you were not ...". The grandmother would not let him continue the question. They played, sang, danced and laughed until we give more. Then the grandmother told them they had to go, they were not there .... But who can visit whenever they wanted to have a good time, and that was only necessary to remember the heart.
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