After a blanket of fog
We were kids, very young. Something
strange happened and some perceive. Foresaw it because our parents talked, because he had overlooked that one saw nothing, because they heard shots at night. Because my sister was not allowed to study Arts and then studied teaching. Because my older cousins \u200b\u200bhad friends who suddenly had gone to Spain to sell crafts. And suddenly
-go-I got word that one day we woke up recovering the Malvinas Islands. And many people took the Argentine flags were purchased for the World Cup and went out to celebrate by sisters recovered.
And in school, Normal, Superior National, we began to explain how we had won, what went wrong that people que vivía allí y lo bueno que era haberlas recuperado. Pero la euforia de golpe se tranformó en guerra... Estamos en guerra, pero somos los mejores (no ganamos el Mundial y tenemos varios Premios Nóbel?).
Y empezamos a escuchar partes de guerra. Y supimos de lo valiente de nuestros pilotos (creo que la única parte de verdad que nos contaban).
Y en la escuela nos hacían pegar los recortes de diarios, tejer medias de lana, escribir cartitas y ponerlas en chocolates para que nuestros soldados supieran cuántos los queríamos y lo orgullosos que nos sentíamos de ellos.
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Y se hizo la maratón solidaria televisiva. Y How strange are the memories ... I remember Pierre Dealessi, an actress who would then almost 90 years, and lived in the Casa del Teatro, where players will stop alone and penniless, who came to donate their gold rings, probably the only remember the Italian old woman was left of his days shining in the City stages. And my mom would cry to see her (I think my mom realized). He died the following year, probably when he realized that his treasure was never our brave boys.
And I remember the war began to seem more like a war. And while you could hear the radio those treasured cassettes that my sister and I could not listen to Queen, the school did "mock bombing", if bombed Buenos Aires. And we talked about and Pucaras Exocet. And the pope prayed for peace.
And suddenly-again-and we're not winning. And kiosks selling chocolates with little letters to soldiers. And sank the Belgrano. And people ask the military to not give up. And surrendered. And there
We knew that kids were hungry and cold and fear. And the generals are not smeared or boots. And who will not blankets or chocolates to your destination.
And any war makes sense, but this ... was stupidest of all.
"The time will inexorably bringing amnesia,
have many convictions and few perpetrators" (A. Cortez)
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