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Maria Elena Walsh
Heroine of our childhood!
MISFORTUNES IN THE LAND OF INFANTS
GHOSTS IN THE PARK
Last letter of Maria Elena Walsh (as writer).
Agenda
It was a noise like a bazaar with items
clashed. First I thought the fan
was falling apart, I ran off. Increased noise,
seemed to shake the world, came from outside.
I looked out the balcony and saw all the windows populated
sound of people making pots. Lit
the TV and saw that the quake occurred throughout the city,
processions through the streets towards the Plaza advanced
May. The same happened in the provincial towns.
It was a wonderful concert unanimous,
swollen river outraged that only wise man
the striking what came to hand. Rang out the night
whole, I'm glad I witnessed, but
soon after, like the earthquake, has been sought
erase history because Things like
was only the protest (bourgeois) for a confiscation
savings.
Says Stephan Zweig, a scholar who knew much
of life, the numbers and disasters: Nothing poisoned
the German people, should bear this in mind
memory-nothing turned all their hatred and matured
both the advent of Hitler and inflation.
I add that inflation was followed by a famous
confiscation of public money by the German bank,
to finance war expenditures.
Then, for many months, we live
innocent party in the rematch. No politician, no
judge could sit still no official
in cafes and restaurants that used to frequent. A
covered against Drinking concert was organized spontaneously
sometimes with shouts and insults, so
they had to escape shame. It was one of
our few public congratulations.
Amadas human absences: the arid vegetation
city, arid the crowd. Have been destroyed, logged and
sowed misery. The miracle of survival some
old trees to flourish, the miracle of
body we have shootings, traffic, disease,
afflictions seemed terminals. The miracle
able to continue despite many absences. We are people
holes, characters surreal picture.
However, on a sidewalk, interns us
stop suddenly, crosses a snail. Pause and
expected. He slides safe and smug, as would a
slow the zebra pedestrian an intersection ... somewhere
European city. We walked, the sun shines
baba line.
I'm going to ax up books as I find them!
