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error and can not, I like

Case 1: a row is nothing I long to enter a concert by local groups. Behind me, a couple. Take on a girl, and in front of her entry. In it a woman tells the couple to pass because it will give a special wristbands. They make me aside to stand in front of me. Advance one place only: my place. Make me wait. I say nothing.

Case 2: After making a not-so-long line in the tortillas, just as he was about 1 kilo ask the tortilla, which is inserted in front of me as a little boy of 11 years. Nobody was behind me and no one in front, only wanting to brew it. The tortilla is attentive and served me first, I ask my kilo of tortillas dodging the Langarita that, he slips on the instructions of his mother, who looks away.

Case 3: I am in the Carl's Jr. waiting to be served behind a woman and pipirisnáis guerita. Nobody is lining up behind me. Nobody. I'm going to order some fries to go. While ordering the lady, another lady just comes and pipirisnáis guerita to greet her. After your order the first lady, the other (saluted) begins ordering. That is, no one is behind me Why the hell could I overlook? I say, "I continued." She is a giantess and looks down telling me is that I greeted my friend and I made it easy. " Without you finish speaking, I get in front of the cashier and ask him "to carry a large fries, please." She waits and I do not care if you are only going to ask when the cashier.

In Case 1 I thought "ok, go, I have no hurry, just this once." In Case 2 there did say "what mothers are not watching me or what the hell? ". And in Case 3 because it spoke flatly What The Fuck?! And I asked myself together I'll be trampled? Will they Langaro? What happens in the world?. Concluded that the world is the one of a bitch. Not per se world, society, much of it.

I've always result in bad taste (coarse, vulgar, ugly) Televisa campaigns where frasesilla away with that of "you have the value or worth?" Wishing (so it seems) to generate a sense of civility . I basically hit these campaigns because they make soap for 30 seconds and all that melodrama aversive me. But I'm starting to understand what causes these measures media (coarse, vulgar, shoddy, so they were not removed). Many people make the abuse, conchudez the Langarica, rudeness, the outrage, the viboreo, cap their way of life. Many people also raise their children to see the world as well, so that future many adults as children are unable to recognize the silent rules of social coexistence. is well and now. It's just like that . Rude, then, is that. And then we have millions of people exploited, abusive, with an air of arrogance (but unable) to walk through life as if they owned the world push you, garbage in where they swell, they cut the line because they do spawn!, finally, lots of examples. Ultimately it is easier to be delinquent or being a violent person, because it allows the scheme to impose your own law.

something happens in Tijuana paid extra to hostility: migration, hundreds of thousands of new settlers arriving from their farms (literally, not encouragement I say derogatory). I explained to an anthropologist who studies the phenomenon: those who come, mostly, have little education. It is understood, ie, lack of opportunities (work, academic, housing, health) in their places of origin makes it migrate to the borders, some with intent crossing but many just to stay because all in all the North is less bloody (economically, on security issues and know that nothing compares ... but for the same ball, bare).

Televisa These campaigns do not think the Net work. It is true that Mexican TV is the only source of education "to life" that assume many families, but I do not really bring about a change of anything to begin with because it is a total hypocrisy: transmit "values" during commercials while other programming (including news) is a strong, steady dose of anti-values, lies, corrupt trampling, cheats, manipulates, deshumanízate, bellowing, lies, corrupt, trampling, cheats, manipulates, deshumanízate, bellowing.

recognize now when columnists or bloggers write speeches and the roll of "the change begins within oneself" (although I do not think like a big deal). Before bothered me because he argued "I am good what? the world is fucked. " I recognize the microesfuerzo (because it is micro, admittedly) and without relying on serve, he adopted today to tell the slots: grab the fart, you bastards.

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a beach day in Tijuana


Friday. Woke up with a plan to go to the beach. We actually slept with plan when we wake up go to the beach, the only beach in Tijuana, which serves only to stay on the shore (because the water is cold, because there are many streams, it is open sea, it soon becomes deep, because has had high levels of pollution and because, in one of those "you can get a shark). And we were. With beach chair, beach towel, sunscreen, portable music player, camera, and a couple of cocktails pulp-corn-clam. And as we were hundreds, thousands of people. And there are not many options for walks with the family, is what we have and it's where we (the nacos, the poor, the valemadre ... any reading is good), we there who do not leave the city for lack of resources or overwork. But something is something and for many is enough. Happy children played ball, scampered to his cousins, fortresses built of sand. Devoted mother prepared sandwiches, split the watermelon chunks, smeared sunscreens, towels embraced their children (some under the sun because it costs to rent a beach umbrella, folding stand others relaxed in chairs, some alone, others in parity). Parent volunteers walked the dog, threw chamaconas eye on, consented to the youngest kids with candy. Advanced grandmothers calm, assisted (the son of an arm, the other a cane), to settle with their families, very close to the stairs. Temporarily tattooed teenagers, shared kisses, bought snow, flew kites. Young loaded coolers, drank beer, hired the trio, sang, shouted, tried to keep the style. Alerted rescuers get to the sea, distressed, were imposed, had a break and threw a taco. Vendors roamed the beach countless times, and sold their products and were rejected. Many of them (children, mothers, fathers, grandmothers, teenagers, young people) made the onboard entertainment, he joined the Mexican side of the border patrol while threatening to chastise those who are crossing. And there were some brave men who entered their territory several meters just to challenge them. We took off our sneakers and surrender to contemplation. Everything happened so close, all was well. I did the soundtrack for a day at the beach in Tijuana.

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the past is present

I contacted an old childhood friend. I sent an email where I reported the whereabouts of some other friends of the time and told me roughly their present life as an adult. He is an accountant, works in an office, living alone and I said, "but I still hear music and dance. " I stopped contact with my friends from high school when I graduated, so although we do not live far I have zero idea of \u200b\u200bwhat each one, and I must add: I have zero interest. There is appreciation, of course, but no plot. My friend does not question me, I just expressed his pleasure to contact me. And the truth I too am happy to know it. I always sit well, he and I had some cultural empathy with others had no compass, music and literature, basically. Of the 16 to 18 we were all friends it was easy to match in the chaos but not deep issues (what could be so deep harass our brains for that age?).

And there's another reason why I liked him and I still fell very well, I never pulled the wave. It's strange to admit it, but it is: I prefer friendships where there is no such history. And is not I a despiertapasiones it for anything, rather the guys have been a mixed race. Must be the hormones, I guess. Like in college: I'm still writing with a friend while walking from flower to flower never included me in its cluster, which is appreciated. It seems not much (many live life to the Beverly Hills 90210 ), but is critical for the future, at least for me: it really does not interest me to meet with ex-boyfriends or ex-lovers even with ex boyfriends. Why? If we were it and it already was.

I tell my old friend from high school that since I left high school and moved to Tijuana and did not return to port, I liked the chaos, I adjusted to the rhythm of the city that I love the contrasts that I like the non-passivity of the border. He knows I'm a reporter and explain that I take it as activism. And he explains as he also points out, "but I'm in the psychedelic and rock" and give a picture of it which included saying "I hate suits and high heels." Finally his father asked him with all delicacy, as the years have passed and no one knows the destination of the elderly. He answered: "here is, paths with faith" (river, what a good description) and I added a request: "say hello to your mother, tell her I'm listening to Serrat and Silvio."

My friend and I also forward a project: they wanted to walk together (ie: living together with his girlfriend). I congratulate him on his adult life, I say that while locked in an office (as he complains) is not ideal, at least it gives to do what he likes. He also complimented me on my adult life, which I share with personal praise and chiaroscuro professionals: "oh if I told you what I earn, the walk a dog the reported, but the net I like a load research, write, narrate. " We have nothing but good vibes with each other.

Somehow, a decade later (or more), one endorses his decisions, as the decision to be (or be) friends with some and not others, as the decision to respond to a familiar and ignore other .