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Mi mas oculto deseo fue siempre ser escritor y aprender varios idiomas. He llegado a defenderme bien en Ingles y chapurrear algo de Frances. El cine y la fotografia me fascinan. La música, de todo tipo, ha sido siempre mi relax. La amistad la valora mas que a nada en la vida.

lunes, 2 de marzo de 2015

SO MANY YEARS AGO









Many years ago in a place called Spain, lived three very young children who were brothers. 
Two girls and a male who was the boy's mom, is that so much believed having a male in families.
Although there was little pampering, spent downright bad, hunger, deprivation, cold and lack of humor or patience with such misery, the small man who received more love and pampering, as they said their older sisters.

This three children were not told anything, lived the life that vien small always conducive to play and mischief that exasperated her mother who stretched the money to make ends meet and not used to be in good spirits.

The father of these children were born in 1914, First World War, and his little son also was born in 1943, full WWII but in their environment, Spain, world war too was not noticeable. 

After her, much worse after hunger is happening anyway, with war and that the country was isolated with an international blockade have tacitly supported the losers, German forces and their bloody dictator who had previously helped the Spanish dictator to defeat the freely elected government of the Second Republic. 
Spain was a poor country, hungry, repressive, where individual and collective freedoms had been mowed or rennet arracandas after a long civil war that pitted brother against brother, neighbors, family, friends and ended up with more than a million dead in battle and beyond, murdered, massacred anonymously buried by both sides in contention.

After this there was a great repression by the victors, dictatorship, tens of thousands of lives are charging and no one dared to speak, assemble, or create conflicts of any order.
There was no right to strike, assembly, association, or indeed political parties.
The "secret" secret as it was called, polícia requested documentation anywhere else when traveling by train or bus as the control was exaustivo and strict.

The shortage was extreme, hata the point that ration cards were issued for chords commodities with the number of members of the same family.

It is going to the store when news came that a commodity had come, oil , potatoes, sugar, flour, salt, or other vital subsistence supply. 
It also had coal or wood to light the fire and to cook. 
The meat was a luxury product, sparse, and the fish did not come to be regarded as the fleet fishing was gone.
For these crios life seemed pleasant, were children at the end of the day and knew no other thing, at home there was almost nothing, no telephone, no washing machine, no fridge, or any other appliance to help in the housework.
A radio, spare parts, few books inherited from his grandfather and nothing else. very cold in winter and suffocating in summer, as everyone then passed, and if they wanted to cool off in summer slept outdoors, drank a jug of mud and slept nap at noon.
With this it was enough, but not to their parents who had seen better stages.
These three brothers lived on the outskirts of Madrid, in the district of Tetuan of Victories were few privileged, because his father worked all day on two office jobs. 
There was a manual worker, he got up at half past six and was returning to ten at night.
When I got home her children had gone to bed and I was too tired to try to wake them.

Life in the villages or small towns then was much worse because hardly had work to the laborers when the fields were razed and no grain to mow no land to plant.


The black market and hoarding food was the common trend in all places, so that the prevailing dictatorship established a customs or barriers outside populations that prevented traffic or free movement of any food between territories.
These organisms were called "office supplies "and were responsible to monitor, inspect and report abuses in the composition and distribution of commodities.

Milk, wine is aguaban, oils, sugar mixed, did not exist coffee, chicory was ground as a substitute Coffee and families are used to ration bread, sugar, margarine, meat or any food remediera widespread hunger.

For these three children spend life seemed full of adventure, did not know the hardships of life and were part no longing for flash routine life changing for the better because they simply did not know was that.
A better life than they did ?, that nonsense, were almost all day playing in the street after leaving school, and I had a good time imagining they were heroes comics then, "The Warrior Mask" or "Roberto Alcazar and Pedrín" among many others. 
In the infinity of comics that were published entoces which most liked were those of "Feats Battle" but they were very expensive, they would look at them with envy when they saw them at any kiosk neighborhood in the hands of others more older than they crios.

They collected stickers of the films that premiered then and for them it was like film, to get home It was when they returned to the reality of scarcity and bad fumes.

The local cinema was their rock and tried to go at least one day a week sessions for children, where crios thronged the grounds of foot, seat, and they cared that provided them watch a West or be with mouth open watching the homes of Americans in a comedy of then. 



SCHOOLS OF SPAIN IN THE FORTY


There is a small school in front of the house where the three brothers live, is similar to that of a people as only having a classroom full of small banks, a blackboard and a unique water that alquien are cleaned from time to time.

There is a young teacher who is in charge of controlling a crowd of forty or fifty guys who are among the four or five to eight or nine. All together without girls, no rhyme or reason as some can not read and others already know the four arithmetic rules. 
Difficult mission to D. Jose Luis teach something to those who only think crios play and shout the more the better.


Recess is to go all out on the street watched by the teacher and get to a clearing where they can run and play fooball with a rag ball most of the time.
Decided at home Han, the smallest of the three brothers go to school despite being very young, four years old, just cross a narrow street ground, no cars driving by, and so the mother will have a moment of peace taking the crios and at school. Her sisters have started to go to a convent school, only to girls, and so the mother of three little devils feel more relaxed to do their daily chores stretching as much as possible money and make ends meet on at least enough to eat. The cryo only four years from the first day has stuck to the teacher as a lapa, is afraid between boys twice his age, brutes who fight and stick kicking a kind of balloon formed by tight cloths. When they go out for recess on the street she grabs the hand of Don Jose Luis and does not slip at all times. 
It's a quiet cryo, suffered and quiet you want then given by the teacher. He learns very quickly and with less than five years begins to read and write.

Around there are other children who are more advanced, have a book Encyclopedia on learning a little of everything, geography, history, religion, arithmetic and little else. Too much work for a single teacher who attends dozens of boys in different stages of learning.
When the teacher simply copy a few subtraction sums are tired and some multiplication on the blackboard, sentences, and tells them to solve the various accounts and complete a sheet of notebook repeating phrases slate with good lyrics.

The morning passed without feeling herding a slap to rule the more unruly.  
He's a good teacher, understanding and patient with the kids even though some are gross and reaccios to solve the jobs that put them. Never learn enough and very few years when they leave school iran fucking, apprentices or laborers to any work or shop around. 

The economy of their parents do not give more, and require them to contribute some money soon as possible, there are no laws governing the work of the boys and sometimes little more than sustain the guys working in the cities of postwar Spain with just over eleven or twelve. 

In the villages the boy and girls begin to work in the field before nine or ten years. Too many mouths to feed many arms need to earn a wage of misery. 


Better than nothing, no options, studying the rich or those privileged to have parents who work from dawn to dusk and even at night just to bring sustenance and their offspring procurle studies.


Emiliano, the father of this cryo, also Emiliano, and his two older Hemanas that, Paquita and Esther, was born in a small village of Burgos. 
Only he studied a few years in the village school but it was enough to know how crucial it is to have knowledge or study the more the better to develop a well-paid profession. 
Why only They will study the rich? he asks, my children also will have the opportunity to study and train to get a good job that earn enough. 
All his eagerness to work long hours is to give the best to your family and especially to provide their children the chance study, the more the better, why has some books inherited her grandfather's uncle priest. 

The crios devour these books again and again as they can read them and will be sooner than later. There are a total of forty books on different topics. Some novel "The Last Days of Pompeii", "Oliver Twist" "The Two orphans" and from Jules Verne. Also a "Christian Year" in embossed leather lined which is the jewel of the collection. There are twelve books, one for each month, and come the life of All Saints Catholic Church celebrates every day.
Also a small encyclopaedia-dictionary in three volumes, where crios strive to consult all the words "no" to they occur, and of course their definitions. 
They learn what is "carnal" "cohabit" "whore" and all the words and definitions related to what is not spoken or mentioned.

The sexual subject is taboo in Spain in forty-one talks about it, only the near puberty or the offspring boys talk secret of these issues. 
When they discover a new word or definition transmit to each other causing the overlapping laughter and hiding if any more is interested in their conversations.  
  

PLAYING IN THE STREET - MADRID YEARS 40

 Nothing better to play crios the neighborhood of Tetuan to the street in the forties, each had its panda and of course the boys in a street not play or formed alliances with other different.
The fights were rare, many guardianship and surveillance by the authorities of the Franco Regime that not even the boys fought among themselves, as a 'drea "with small pebbles that could escalbrarte if you stuck squarely, never was a serious wound, a small gap a some blood and expect to be cured. 

collection of small stones that were previously agreed were doing, they got into their pockets and flexible rods were being cast as if they were catapults the boys and girls of the opposite side. 
playtime is fixed and unless some rival surrendered no winners or losers.

The "drea" or slingshot, always playing in the open fields that have trees or boulders to hide, and was often found as near the area was a site where polished blocks to ornament houses or graves.
The winter or autumn taking advantage of the cold and lack of people by wasteland was a good time to take a "dreas! or a "stone-throwing", although the latter were often more dangerous because the pebbles were older. 
Not all boys or girls participated in them because they had any real fear of being escalabrados and then at home received a good thrashing from her mother.

Of the three hemanos, medium and small were involved in the "dreas" not in the "stone-throwing" it had a certain fear of the consequences if proved descalabrados. 

"Raise the Maya" was another very auspicious games winter in cold evenings, like "The Rescue" the "Hideout" or "Cops and Robbers". . In every place of Spain were called differently but essentially were very similar rules of "rescue" or "Hide and Seek"


The Rescue
The linking it wasnt the lots and had to count to one hundred so that others give them time to hide. As I was finding its hidden companions had to say caught / ay take them to a place. On that bound, as was looking to others hiding what would be done with care, since someone could come out of hiding and running to the place where his companions and shout saved! Thus, saved his companions that they would have to hide.


And for "Hike the Maya"
 
" a game of boys in the province of Álava: is hiding all but one is left to the care of an object, usually a stone, to which the name of maya is given. The lance is to reach the Mayan before the charge to care, when he leaves her to discover the hidden ".

When the maya or object is played without being seen and named by seeking the hidden s the boy or girl were saved and among those remaining if one was discovered he tocaria guard the maya.
When he was looking forward to a hidden eñ vigilante finder had to get to the stone or object before the descibierto, playing maya or object and scream Lift up the Maya by Pepe, or Carmen, and that would be one that would take care of Maya and seek out the hidden next turn.


Nothing better or more fun for these crios to have a gang in the street and go play all mixed, boys and girls, to very different games that lack of other entertainment practiced in the street.


FORTY YEARS SPAIN

Many years ago in a place called Spain, Lived three very young children Who Were brothers. 
Two girls and one boy Who was the child's mother, and it is Believed That much then a Reviews having a male in the family.
Though there was little pampering, it Went really bad, hunger, deprivation, cold and falta de mood or patience With Such misery, WHO was little more affection or cuddling Received, as They Said Their older sisters.

This three children Were not Told anything, Lived the life you always friendly winds the little ones to play and mischief That exasperated His Mother WHO stretched the money to make ends meet and not used in a good mood.

in Original children's father was born in 1914, First World War, and her young Son Also was born in 1943, the middle of World War, Although Their surroundings, Spain, world war not too noticeable. 

hunger is happening anyway, with war and after it, and after much worse That the country was isolated with an international blockade Have tacitly supported the losers, German forces and Their bloody dictator with previously Helped Who Had the Spanish dictator freely Elected to defeat the government of the Second Republic.


Spain was a poor country, hungry, repressive, Where the individual or collective liberties HAD Been mowed or rennet arracandas after a long civil war pitted brother That Against brother, neighbors, family, friends and ended up With more than a million dead in battle and outside it, killed, massacred by Both Sides buried anonymously in contention.

After esta there was a big crackdown by the victors, dictatorship, tens of Thousands of lives and no one Dared to speak, assemble, or create Conflicts of any order.
There was no right to strike, assembly, association, and of course the political parties.
's "secret" secret as it was called, polícia Asked documentation anywhere else When traveling by train or bus as the monitoring was exaustivo and strict.
scarcity was extreme, hata point That Were ration cards issued for commodities chords With The number of members of the same family.

was going to the store When I Heard That news Reached a commodity, oil, potatoes, sugar, flour, salt, or any other vital subsistence supply. 
Either HAD coal or wood for you light the fire and to cook.

For in Original crios Seemed pleasant life, Were children at the end of the day and no Knew Otherwise, at home there was almost nothing, no telephone, no washing machine, no refrigerator or any other appliance to help in housework.
A radius second hand, few books inherited from His grandfather and nothing else.
too cold in winter and suffocating in summer, as everyone then a Went by, and if you wanted to cool off in summer slept outdoors drank a jug of mud and slept nap at noon.
Centre esta will suffice, but not to Their parents Who Had seen better stages.
These three brothers Lived on the outskirts of Madrid, in the district of Tetuan of Victories Were acerca privileged, Because His Father Worked all day in office two jobs. 
was not a manual worker, got up at half past six and was returning at ten o'clock at night.
When her children came home Were Already in bed and I was too tired to try to wake them up .

's life in villages or small towns was much worse then a hardly Because HAD work for day laborers When the fields HAD Been destroyed and there was no grain to reap no land to plant. 

's black market and food hoarding was the common trend in all places, So THAT the prevailing dictatorship established a customs barriers or outside Populations That prevented us free movement of traffic or any food Between territories.
Such organisms are there called "office supplies" and Were responsible to monitor, inspect and report abuses in the composition or distribution of commodities.

milk, wine is aguaban, oils, sugar is mixed, there was no coffee, chicory was ground as a substitute for Coffee and families are used to ration bread, sugar, margarine, meat or any food remediera Widespread hunger.

For Looked three children in Original Filled With elapse life adventure, did not know the hardships of life and routine part Were not craving a life change for the better because i just did not know That was that.
A better than They Did That ?, nonsense, Were Almost all day playing in the street after leaving school life, and I had a good time imagining They Were then a comic heroes, "The Warrior Mask" or "Roberto Alcazar and Pedrín" among many others. 
From Countless comics published entoces Which Were That Were liked more of "Battle Feats" They were very expensive but, They used to look at them with envy When They saw them at any kiosk of the neighborhood in the hands of other more babies older than them.

They Collected stickers of Movies that premiered then a and for them it was like theater, to get home was When I returned to the reality of scarcity and bad smoke.

Local The cinema was His refuge and Sought to go AT LEAST one day a week sessions for children, Where crios thronged the grounds of foot, seat and That They cared to them just to watch a western or meet with mouth open watching the homes of Americans in a comedy of then. 

COMICS ON THE FORTY YEARS - SPAIN

a tiny street of Tetuan of the Victories, three little brothers face the momentous decision to

eat an ounce of chocolate With Your piece of bread, hard, or spend the cents in a comic. 
To purchase the new comic seventy five cents and need are unhappy With buy one and share the possession thereof. 
No, that's not an option, each must weigh the alternative of running out of breakfast, baguette and square of chocolate for a quarter, or invest the money her mother Gave them for breakfast in a wonderful comic of "Warrior Mask" cartoon lasts forever ponder and baguette with chocolate we eat in an instant.
Finally bought two and spread over baguette and two ounces of chocolate Between the three.
secret is all clear, His mother can not find out WHO skip breakfast and go to school happy with Their comics and Almost empty belly.

's young life in a Spain in Original misery feeds on dreams, heroes, and neighborhood theaters. 
Infant session in a cinema "Piper" cost a quarter to fifty cents and was a constant aspiration Their mother to them than pay them a weekly task. 

Dreaming and living the adventures of characters the graphics transcurria His life without too much upheaval in an environment of apparent happiness, unreal, Which to them was the best of all worlds.

Swords of wood, stones, files for playing "robaterrenos" in moist soil, the barter girls, and the "rope" mixed boys and girls.

poverty around him was Manifested as small houses hovels without light or ventilation Where Lived: sometimes whole families without running water or a toilet Between neighbors sharing.
Wondered These crios on by His mother and many of her neighbors angry Seemed With frequency. Conducive to slap, or more, to Their children When They got shot.
At the Slightest, bang, slap and shut up.  

Forgotten the next their second slap returned to world of illusion, fantasy and games rereading Dozens of times same cartoons, exchanging With Their idols buddies, or trying to catch a "fat bitch" (ten cents PTA) to change the comic less appreciated at the kiosk on the corner.

Sometimes Instead of changing Their precious treasure for a different neighborhood crios the graphic Could another miracle to hire another senior colleague WHO possessed an assorted collection coveted by all.

Exibian deployed on the ground When the ground was dry, made ​​with small shingle and subject to all the lads are made ​​mouth water watching the stories of Their heroes dream at your eyes.

Dreamed no cakes or chicken, only "Carpanta" Their Stories imagined unattainable for chickens and all the guys all Neighborhoods roasts.
And They ?, feet Knew the feet?
Clueless, cakes, candies and cakes Were not identified in Spain get hungry and seedy bars Where Almost bread was mission impossible by price and scarcity. objects

Shortages After World war Became really unbearable, Spain was isolated, locked as punishment for Their support of Nazi losers. There was no international institution That is allowed, and the Marshall Plan of 1947 there meat to the Spanish lands as a result of STI support Regimen loser.

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 The Marshall Plan (officially called European Recovery Program or ERP ) Most Important plan was the United States for the reconstruction of countries Europe after the Second World War , Which in turn was Intended to Contain a possible advance of communism


After six years of war, much of Europe was devastated and millions of people died HAD Were or maimed. The fighting HAD Occurred Almost everywhere, covering a much larger area than was Affected During the First World War . Because of the air raids, most of it heavily damaged Were the cities and industrial areas Especially That HAD Been the main targets of These bombings. Berlin and Warsaw Were piles of rubble, and London and Rotterdam HAD Been badly hit. The economic situation of the continent HAD to eat nothing and millions of people in poverty Were. , Although the Dutch Hunger episode 1944 Could Be resolved, the overall devastation of agriculture Caused a wave of hunger in Europe, Exacerbated by the harsh winter of 1946 - 1947 in northeastern Europe. They Were Also destroyed infrastructure: such as the railroads , the bridges and roads , Which HAD Been the main target of aerial bombardment, and many ships sunk HAD Been charge. The smallest Municipalities HAD not Suffered the ravages of Both war, but the falta de transport networks HAD left Virtually isolated Both Physically and financially.

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The devastation from civil war in Spain joined famine That hit European exports in the years of war in Europe.
Once finished beef exports small in Original War to an end, lacking equity hunger, loneliness, international isolation before a Fascist Dictatorial Regime in Spain was absolute and complete. 
Nobody wanted to do it or traded with a plague That Country HAD supported the Regime of Nazi Germany, and the poor survivors of a Spanish Civil War itself, trying to Overcome the situation of the methods more advantage all, nothing is pulled, the dustbins took days to fill, and when to the "garbage truck" pulled by a mule passed-through the streets without pavement scruffy boys or women flocked into the street to borrow bucket in hand for it to be emptied into the carriage. 

Plague summer bearable because few products HAD any chance of rot. Susceptible Any organic food to be eaten was gone in stomachs and whos family were very few Things That can be thrown away.  
A small cart pulled by mules was one or two Sufficient to meet the wastewater needs of many neighborhood streets.
The cars Were provided by the so-called "scavengers" Who Were in charge of touring Neighborhoods, with permission from the authority, and the waste pile called "scavengers" that proliferated by Dozens on the outskirts of the capital city's Neighborhoods.

For boys and girls in the neighborhood there was nothing more fun than Amalia down the street and into the "trash" of the small area. There horganizaban bonfires and urinated on them, is rummaging in the garbage and always Showed some curious and useless object, since the ragpickers with previously stockpiled HAD rags, paper, or report some scrap That Could pesetas.


to be continued..


gatufo 


jueves, 26 de febrero de 2015

MADRID - CARABANCHEL- UNA RUINA (first)


Una ruina peligrosa para las decenas de miles de habitantes, ancianos en su mayoría, que pueblan las calles con aceras absolutamente destrozadas, parques abandonados, arboles secos, maleza, cacas de animales, y socavones.
Muchos socavones que te obligan a ir mirando donde pones tus pies.
Las fotos tomadas en un paseo de dos horas son una muestra del deterioro y abandono de un barrio popular ubicado al sureste de Madrid.


















Por cualquier zona que uno ande o pasee en este barrio de Carabanchel - Madrid encontrará desperfectos semejantes o incluso peores.
Y nos piden que elijamos concejales dentro de dos o tres
meses.
A quien podemos votar si estos barrios están abandonados por años y años sin que nadie se ocupe de restaurar aceras, pavimentos, escalones, jardines, bancos, farolas, y todo lo que sirve para hacer la vida de los ciudadanos al menos no peligrosa cuando sale a caminar por la calle.

¿Cuántos barrios de Madrid están así, abandonados sin ningún tipo de mantenimiento?

Continuaré ilustrando este blog al respecto.

















Decenas de miles de ancianos se ven en constante riesgo de
dar con sus huesos sobre el pavimento, produciéndose fracturas, sustos, e incluso accidentes de mayor envergadura.

A duras penas van sorteando obstáculos cargados con sus bolsas y tanteando con los bastones.

Los pequeños dan con su cuerpo contra el suelo si van corriendo y no miran donde pisan.

gatufo

jueves, 12 de febrero de 2015

Что сказать

 
















Или ничего не произойдет, то это все происходит ATER



Это позор, но это правда Кроме того, сегодня падает с носами, которые я могу поговорить?

Моя голова закрыта, я не могу думать беспристрастно, и я абсолютно больны евро, премия за риск, tancredismo из Un некоторых европейских лидеров и особенно отношение некоторых странах ЕС, ни истории, ни личности nacioones как несколько сотен лет. без любого вида продукции Это не технологии, продукты, предназначенные для высокого потребления и ничего больше.

Честно говоря не могу есть его мобильным однако это , и это не легко усваивается предмет мебели, ноутбук или аналогичных технологий.


нам если мы можем кормить в течение многих лет. Испания производит все, что съедобно, и сообщения, и дерзким, которые дают евро, Северных и tambén как instuticiones ЕЦБ в Брюссель и, конечно, Германии. Несколько лет назад, я жил этим, Испания выделяли, заблокирован, игнорируются, на протяжении более тридцати лет .... и мы выжить еды нам наши хорошие продукты навсегда.



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Здесь, в Испании есть очень показательно, что говорит:

. Если у меня есть проблема, которую я сотню в качестве должника, но если у меня есть сто млрд является проблема моей кредиторы, чтобы сделать возможным для вас платить

И да, я думаю, что Испания в настоящий момент, если вы решите выйти из евро, в Европе и вернуться к песеты клеветой, часть нашей проблемы была бы намного больше для других. ли они, Финляндии, Голландии, Германии и т.д. ..

И если Испания Сопровождение Италия, Греция , Португалии или Ирландии,,,, мы можем выключить свет. : Мир был бы невообразимым трещину.

Поэтому, пожалуйста, сделать что-то сейчас и прекратить ходить вокруг да около, и пожалуйста, не угрожают оставить (Финляндия, Нидерланды ..... ..) должен идти Потому что, если мы первые. Но эта страна Финляндии? она имеет меньше жителей, чем в Мадридской автономии, и общий объем ВВП более или менее похожи.

Испания является одной из старейших в Европе Наций совместно с народы Юга. Если на юге Европы. pobriñas поносили, apestadas Южной европейские страны древних людей.

Когда campaba культуры вокруг Средиземного моря Северной Европы погрузилась во тьму. И это все, господа, меньше amezas, менее требовательны и больше фактов .

что-то делать, если вы хотите, и пусть себе так сильно дробления народов и древних средиземноморских культов. Конечно Франция входит наряду с устойчивым Mediterraneos периферийных устройств.





emi



martes, 10 de febrero de 2015

WAITING









What for? am I waiting.

Good question my friend, but I have not any answer, I know I am waiting since several years, just since the moment It was evident I was getting old.

My body is old, my legs pains, my arms pains, my mind pains too and so I am one day and another.

So yes, I am waiting,  to be beter?.
No, my God, that could be in other life but not in this one. What could I wait for it would be being worst every single month or year that I could live.

So, waiting what for?

I don´t wat to think deeply about that question, even I don´t want to answer it, may be my reply should be very sad.

In fact every day I am doing silly things that doesn´t produce any good result, buying things I don´t need, sufing by internet several hours a day, writing which ever single subject I think about, like this one, listening new classical music, reading a new book, and what is the better job, looking after my dear Cuca who needs my help.

Doing such a lot of things the day pass away very fast and I do not think about what am I waiting for.

When my mother was living her last years she was in a big building in company of several other old people. The majority of them were very old and their minds were not so good.

Nearly all of them were sitting on their chairs looking in front of them, seeing nothing, doing nothing, just waiting the food, waiting their pills, waiting for some relative who comes and visit them, a son, a daughter, a friend, a grand daughter or son, but the majority of the days, nobody comes to see them.

So, they were waiting, and waiting, their faces sad without any emotion on them, only if you say something to them they smile and once again remains on their seats without moving.

When I saw these persons my impression always was that they were awaiting the death.

They were aside of society, just parked like broken old cars that have been left by drivers who looks for a new one.

These people have move for long and they are just too old for be used by the society.

I don´t want to think I am also an old car, broken, too old, that is waiting for just die.

But evidently I am that old car that doesn´t stop because just in the moment it remains sill it will be parked like the people I saw
visiting my dear mother in that sad place.





gatufo




domingo, 8 de febrero de 2015

INVIERNOS DE LOS CINCUENTA







Cuanto frío pueden pasar unos críos en el crudo invierno de Madrid cuando no hay nada para calentarse.
El carbón era carísimo, las astillas para prender la lumbre mojadas, y los recursos para las gentes que vivían en los cincuenta muy limitados.
Carbón, era la pesadilla en el invierno, carbón que arda y caliente los huesos helados hasta los tuétanos.

No había con que calentarse, lo mejor salir a la calle y correr, jugar al rescate, tu la llevas, el escondite a llamar a las puertas, policías y ladrones, de esta forma se pasaban las horas sin pensar en el frío, el hambre o las privaciones.

Chicos y chicas menores de once o doce años pasaban su tiempo libre en la calle, saltando, chillando, jugando. El frio y el mal humor quedaban encerrados en las casas donde las madres se lamentaban de la escasez.

Dentro de las casas, salvo en la cocina, el frío era espantoso y los sabañones en los pies o manos era la norma general.
Como picaban y dolían por mucho que las madres se afanaran tejiendo jersey y calcetines de lana para marido e hijos.
Manos agrietadas del agua fría, costras que dolían cantidad y ninguna crema para aliviar las molestias.




Inviernos de Madrid años cuarenta y cincuenta, cuanto duraban, interminables, cuando vendrá el buen tiempo se escuchaba de continuo comentar en las tiendas o puestos callejeros.
Las cerilleras que vendían tabaco y caramelos sentadas en unas sillas de madera en mitad de la calle tiritaban de frio bajo capas y capas de ropa y algunas mantas raídas.
Los chavales cuando conseguían alguna "perra chica o gorda", cinco o diez céntimos de peseta, corrían a comprar alguna golosina, un chicle, diez de pipas o algún cigarrillo los mayores que se fumaban a escondidas de los mayores.
Que pensarían estas mujeres inmóviles durante horas, sentadas a ambos lados de la calle próximas a algún cine, peleando con los críos que trataban de sisarles algún caramelo o chicle a poco que se descuidaran.
En un pequeño cesto depositaban su mercancía y así vendiendo chucherías sacarían algunos céntimos de ganancia para ir mal viviendo.

En algún otro puesto se cambiaban tebeos o novelas baratas a los muchachos que con diez céntimos de peseta conseguían cambiar algún tebeo con el que pasar la tarde, y una vez leído a cambiarlo con algún otro crio que hubiera renovado su colección por el mismo procedimiento.

El problema era siempre donde encontrar una "perra gorda" (los diez céntimos) y así completar una tarde de sábado o domingo.

Nada calmaba el frío, nada aliviaban los sabañones, picaban y dolían a rabiar.

¿Qué hacer?.
Aguantar, simplemente aguantar y no quejarse pues lo último era siempre cabrear a los mayores.

Frío en la casa, frío en el colegio, frío a veces en la calle que se combatía corriendo y jugando.
¿Qué nos quedaba?.

El cine, las salas de sesión continua, todos apiñados hasta la primera fila recibiendo y dando calor humano e incluso con suerte con la calefacción encendida.
Suficiente para sentirse en la gloria y repetir las películas una y otra vez en sesiones interminables de cinco horas.





Cine, cine, cine, mas cine por favor como cantaba Luis Eduardo Aute en años posteriores.

Mas cine, todo lo que el cuerpo y la mente aguantaran con tal de estar calientes y a salvo.


gatufo


sábado, 7 de febrero de 2015

REIR MAS Y MEJOR




Hoy ha sido un día glorioso de risas y bromas. 
No hay nada mejor que reírnos de nosotros mismos y aguantar las bromas bien intencionadas de los amigos o personas que comparten una tarde con nosotros.

Nuestra tarde ha sido compartida por Chari, y Daniel, desde las seis y media pasadas hasta las doce.

Con nosotros cuatro estaba Cuca que miraba asombrada el manejo de todos los juguetes electrónicos inimaginables que yo les iba enseñando y trataba de vender a Dani o a su hermano no presente.

Tambien tenía un reloj electronico que atendia  llamadas del movil e incluso reproducia música, una pijada.


Núremberg   Alemania

Y haciendo pruebas y mas pruebas, entrábamos y salíamos de la habitación. No es imaginable lo que habremos gastado en llamadas de pruebas, menos mal que es sábado y son casi gratis.





Núremberg  Alemania






Daniel ha quedado encantado con su móvil nuevo y enseguida se ha decidido en el trato.

Cuca flipaba con nuestro chalaneo, el mío sobre todo, y pensaba que: ¿Cuándo íbamos a ver una película?.

Y si, la hemos visto, "El Nombre de la Rosa" que nos ha gustado mucho a todos a pesar de que algunos ya la habíamos visto mas de una vez.

Del buen cine uno nunca se cansa al igual que de la buena literatura.

Hace un rato se han ido a su casa y sinceramente la tarde ha transcurrido de una forma muy grata.

Nada mejor que reírse cuanto más mejor, y no es precisamente porque estos amigos lo tengan fácil, en absoluto, pues Chari trabaja de lo lindo para sacar a sus hijos para delante.


Hoy la vida resulta dura para muchas personas que como ellos han venido de Latino América para establecerse con nosotros, también para infinidad de españoles nativos, pero si amenizamos nuestras veladas con risas y buen humor todo se nos hace mas fácil.

Jóvenes y mayores juntos, intercambiando ideas, frases, aparatos, conocimientos, y buenos ratos. Justo lo necesario para olvidarnos de problemas y malos rollos.

Gracias amigos por una velada formidable en vuestra compañía.


emi


sábado, 17 de enero de 2015

MY OTHER BLOG




Berlín
 


After all, who does not have a blog today?, there you can write about what you want, you try logically not to offend anyone, but I think it is difficult not to offended some of your readers.

I have opened another blog in a very different nature of this "Desembuches Gatufo" in it I would try to talk just about my life, boring for many, uninteresting to most, but after all my life.

In the new pour feelings, daily life of a "retired" who cares for his wife, Cuca, and his cat Gatufo and for himself also what it could be enough.

I invite you to take a look, maybe you like it, does not intend to talk about anything important, it's just a diary in which according alive I have ideas about what is and has been my life long and by the way.

Address:

http://eperdiz.blogspot.com.es/

In this blog is likely that some will escape smile, because I try to be friendly, non-acidic as I am very frequent hard as usual in this first one.

Nor will I use photos from anyone, I will take only mine, I've thrown in recent years in any city I have visited.
Berlin, Munich, Dresden, Nuremberg, London, Paris, and some other more.









(It is Germany, last july)


I try not to commit misspellings, but no corrective use of texts or anything, it is natural, spontaneous, use the language spoken here in Madrid, capital of Spain where I was born and have lived all my life.

I will try to write in a quite good Spanish for all the students
of this language over there, every place of the world.

It could be good for those who study Spanish can be interesting to read, if only for that, learn the language that is being done and universal.

Remember the address:

http://eperdiz.blogspot.com.es/

ABSENTEE absorbed (AUSENTE Y ENSIMISMADO) is the name of the new blog, hope you like it and I thank everyone who read it sometime.



(A fountain in Núremberg)




Greetings   emi

MI OTRO BLOG (another emiliano´s BLOG)





Dentro de nada, ¿Quién no tiene un Blog?, en el puedes escribir sobre lo que te apetece, tratas lógicamente de no ofender a nadie, pero opinas y cuando se opina se ofende.

He abierto otro Blog de una índole muy diferente a "Desembuches Gatufo", en el no desembucho sobre casi nada, solo hablo de mi vida, aburrida para muchos, sin interés para la mayoría, pero al fin y al cabo mi vida.

En el nuevo vierto sentimientos, vida cotidiana de un "jubilado" que cuida de su esposa, Cuca, de su gato Gatufo, y de si mismo que no es poco.

Os invito a que le echéis una ojeada, quizás os guste, no pretende hablar de nada trascendente, solo es una especie de diario en el que según vivo se me ocurren ideas sobre lo que es y ha sido mi vida, larga ya por cierto.

La dirección:

http://eperdiz.blogspot.com.es/

en este blog se probable que se os escape alguna sonrisa, pues trataré de que sea amable, no ácido ni duro como muy frecuente suele suceder en este.

Tampoco voy a utilizar fotos de nadie, serán las mías, las que he tirado en los últimos años de alguna ciudad que he visitado.
Berlín, Múnich, Dresde, Núremberg, Londres, Paris, y alguna más.










Trato de no cometer faltas de ortografía, pero no uso corrector de textos ni nada parecido, es natural, espontaneo, uso el lenguaje que se habla aquí en Madrid, la capital de España en la que he nacido y he vivido toda mi vida.


Para quien estudie Español puede ser interesante leerlo, aunque solo sea por eso, aprender el lenguaje que se está haciendo ya universal.

Recordad la dirección:

http://eperdiz.blogspot.com.es/

 http://emilianoperdiz.blogspot.com.es/

http://arribasperdiz.blogspot.com.es/


AUSENTE Y ENSIMISMADO  es el nombre del nuevo blog, espero que os guste y os doy las gracias a todos los que en algún momento lo lean.



emi



domingo, 11 de enero de 2015

EN VERANO








En el barrio madrileño de Tetuan la vida transcurría sin sobresaltos. Trabajo no faltaba aunque se ganaba una miseria. Nadie tenía suficiente con un solo jornal y los hombres se afanaban en tener dos o incluso tres empleos que les permitieran sobrevivir a la precariedad  cotidiana.
No había ningún aparato que mejorara las labores domésticas. En verano el agua, la casera o el vino a granel se enfriaban en un cubo con un trozo de hielo comprado en algún sitio donde los vendieran.
Se enviaban a los chicos a comprar un pedazo que el comerciante partía con un pica hielos y lo metía en el cubo que los chavales llevaban al efecto.
Una vez en casa se metían lo que quisiera enfriarse,
botella de agua, vino y a veces gaseosa.
De vez en cuando alguna botella de cerveza si se esperaban visitas.
Mantequilla bien envuelta, alguna pieza de fruta y poco más.
El pedazo de hielo duraba unas horas las suficientes para conservar o enfriar lo necesario.





Quien no compraba hielo refrescaba el agua dentro de un botijo que pasaba de mano en mano para izarlo por encima de la cabeza y beber abriendo la boca al chorro que brotaba del pitorro. Había que ser muy hábil, tragar al tiempo que el chorro llenaba la boca procurando no chupar jamás del pitorro pues otros iban a beber del botijo y hubiera sido muy poco higiénico beber de otra forma.
El botijo se tenía en todo lugar de trabajo, igual en oficinas, obras en construcción o talleres.
Los había blancos o marrones, siempre de barro para refrescar el agua, limpios en las oficinas y tiznados de grasa en los talleres.





Los chicos y chicas de la edad de Emiliano siempre deseaban estar en la calle jugando. Daba igual la estación del años, si hacía frio o calor, si llovía o helaba, su ideal era salir de casa y jugar a lo que fuera.




Nada que ver el ambiente del barrio con el que tenía en el colegio de los frailes. En la calle se hablaba de todo, a voces, se cantaba, se corría, se decía palabras mal sonantes, se cuchicheaban los últimos descubrimientos relativos al sexo cuando las chicas no estaban presentes, se intercambiaban
cromos, canicas, chapas, tebeos, peonzas, novelillas, y sobre todo historias de la última película que se había visto.

Las del Oeste y espadachines eran las preferidas entre los chicos, las muchachas preferían otras películas y hablaban de actores que ellas consideraban guapos.

Emiliano vivía tres mundos paralelos a cual mas diferente, el de la calle, el de casa, y el del colegio. Entre ellos no había puntos en común, en cada uno de ellos era un chico diferente y se portaba de diferente forma.

Aunque procuraba ser pacífico en los tres, no meterse en problemas, en la calle no le faltaban sus pequeñas peleas, guerras entre diferentes chicos acorde con sus edades, y a veces las "dreas" con tirachinas o piedras arrojadas a mano no faltaban.
Varias veces acudía a su casa "descalabrao" por que una pequeña piedra había impactado contra su cráneo o su cara. Si era así no había forma de ocultarla y luego recibía algún azote de propina por meterse en semejantes contiendas.

Se sentía feliz jugando en la calle con los chicos y chicas de su edad. No había nada mejor para el y sus hermanas mientras fueron pequeñas, luego, una vez mocitas con sus primeros síntomas de pubertad las chicas desaparecían de la calle y empezaban a arreglarse, ponerse guapas y a presumir.

Los años cincuenta iban pasando sin tener constancia de que España estaba aislada, de que no había libertad de prensa, ni de política, ni de prácticamente nada.
Pero que importancia tiene esto cuando se tienen nueve o diez años.

Ninguna en realidad.

el gatufo





jueves, 8 de enero de 2015

TRISTESSE





Tristeza absoluta por lo sucedido en Paris un terrible atentado contra quien, en libertad, expresa su opinión mediante el humor o la palabra escrita.

A pesar de los cientos de periodistas, escritores o ideólogos, asesinados o muertos por mantener sus ideas, informar y plasmar en periódicos, libros, fotos, su visión de hechos denunciables o testimoniales, nunca se había vivido un atentado de la índole del cometido ayer en París.

Es prácticamente un exterminio de la libertad de expresión en occidente y es intolerable que el único medio informativo que mostró solidaridad para sus compañeros daneses pague ahora con la vida de sus redactores la valentía de no claudicar ante las amenazas de fanáticos e intolerantes de la clase o índole que sean.

Es muy grave, y nadie debe quedar indiferente o callado ante un hecho semejante.

La intolerancia fanática se ha dado y se da en todas las culturas que en el mundo ha habido.
En todos los medios políticos no democráticos que hay y que hubo.
No hay país o religión que este libre de fanáticos a lo largo de su historia.
No es cuestión de religión, partidos políticos, asociaciones, agrupaciones, naciones o pueblos.
Es cuestión de personas alentadas y estimuladas con fines ideológicos sobre religión, pureza de sangre, raza, nación, y así innumerable ideas esgrimidas con el único fin de asimilar al ser humano bajo un mismo patrón supuestamente único e ideal.

No deseo por mi parte callar ante semejante barbarie y como persona que expresa sus ideas u opiniones aquí, en mi blog, deseo expresar mi absoluta solidaridad con todos y cada uno de los periodistas que arriesgan sus vidas y no temen las represalias de fanáticos y dictadores de toda índole.

Mi pésame mas sentido para familiares y amigos de las victimas asesinadas vilmente ayer en la ciudad de la luz, la libertad y la tolerancia, Paris.

Solidaridad también al pueblo Francés y para toda la profesión periodística, la auténtica, la que escribe y se erige como cuna de la libertad y la tolerancia por cientos de años.

Un día muy triste en todos los sentidos, el odio ante todo lo Islámico se extiende en grupos de fanáticos que se manifiestan con furia ante hechos como el de ayer, y es lástima que esto ocurra en una civilización que debe de entender que SON MUY POCOS los musulmanes que piensen o actúen igual que estos islamistas que asesinan incluso a su propio pueblo.

Todos, musulmanes, cristianos, judíos y agnósticos, debemos estar unidos contra gentes que actúan como bárbaros asesinos que tratan de callar bocas y mentes que no coinciden con sus planteamientos radicales.

Pena, mucha pena, ante la crueldad humana en todos los sentidos imaginables.





el gatufo

miércoles, 7 de enero de 2015

PECADOS Y REMORDIMIENTOS




Para el muchacho que vivía en los cincuenta y despertaba a su sexualidad todo era pecado, pecado mortal, y siempre era necesario ir confesar si deseaba recibir la Santa Eucaristía. Había que contar detalladamente cuantas veces se habían hecho tocamientos "impuros", en que pensaba o que deseos le incitaban a semejantes actos, y todo esto a Emiliano le resultaba muy vergonzoso y humillante.


No acaba de entender la maldad de ciertos actos ni tampoco como podían estar castigados con las penas del infierno. El fuego eterno pregonaban en las lecturas que se hacían en la misa, con lo cual en cierta forma el y otros vivían oprimidos por la culpa de claudicar a las necesidades de su pujante adolescencia.

Culpa por ceder a la tentación de pensar y disfrutar con lo prohibido, no confesar que se había hecho, y temor ante la posibilidad de morir en pecado mortal.
Vergüenza y pecados eran compañeros cotidianos durante días hasta que en algún arranque de valor, algún sábado por la mañana, se atrevía a confesar con algún fraile desconocido del convento al que acudían cada semana.





En fila de a uno andaban el trayecto que separaba el edificio de las clases del convento jesuita de Chamartín. 
Allí procedían a escuchar misa en la gran capilla, confesar masivamente en una docena o mas de confesonarios y acudir en largas filas posteriormente a la comunión.

Con el padre rector no deseaba confesar, no quería que el temible fraile conociera sus intimidades, con lo que un día y otro permanecía solo en el banco de la iglesia o rodeado de otros muchachos que como el no acudían a recibir el Santo Sacramento.
El Rector les taladraba con la mirada de sus ojos azul celeste que parecían decirles lo descontento que estaba con ellos.
Pecadores impenitentes, arrepentíos de vuestros actos y pensamientos impuros, era la frase que les enviaba con sus miradas, pero ni por esas Emiliano se movilizaba a confesarse con el.

Así fueron pasando los primeros meses y se decidió que el muchacho empezara el bachillerato a pesar de no tener edad suficiente para ello.
Con nueve años recién cumplidos comenzó a preparar lo que llamaban "ingreso" que solía prepararse a los diez o mas y muy pronto se verían los malos resultados de adelantar sus estudios y ir al ritmo de sus otros compañeros mayores que el.

El niño es listo y va adelantado, no hay problema que empiece el bachillerato a una edad temprana, le comentó el rector a los padres del crio, y así lo hicieron.





Quedaron de acuerdo en que el régimen a seguir por el muchacho sería de medio interno, es decir entrada a las ocho y media, almuerzo en el comedor del colegio y salida por la tarde a las cinco si es que no estaba castigado el o la clase entera con lo que la salida podía demorarse una o dos horas.

La disciplina dentro de las clases, en la capilla o en el patio formados era estricta. No se toleraban conversaciones, risas, ni tan siquiera malas posturas. Firmes, descanso, silencio, rezo, más rezo, atención en la clase y al menor desliz bofetada o reglazo en la mano, cuando no era de rodillas frente a la pizarra o incluso "toda la clase de rodillas" y no había posible reclamación o protesta.
La expulsión inmediata estaba siempre latente y nadie se atrevía a provocar una represalia semejante.

Se consideraba a la institución un buen colegio, donde los chicos eran educados en la obediencia estricta, las buenas costumbres de entonces, la religión, y la aceptación sumisa a la autoridad siempre presente.

Capas y mas capas añadidas que escondían en el fondo, insumisión, rebeldía, hartura, irreligiosidad, y miedo a todo lo que fuera el castigo físico o a la muerte súbita en pecado.







el gatufo