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As the year comes to me I'm looking for a gift dealer. I went yesterday

traveled, and went to visit a friend who does not visit much. He has a gun outside the usual distribution. Rather it is a "cave" for the club, away from the center and hard to find.

Each visit is a pleasure not only for what they have Sergio in your business, but what they know and because you buy one or not is an excellent conversationalist on weapons issue.

When I explained he was not seeking anything in particular, gave me one of the Mauser family members who have for sale. Germans, Yugoslavs, Turks and Persians.

For those unfamiliar with the subject, the brothers designed by 1871 Mauser bolt for a rifle that evolved the next thirty years leading to some of the best rifles of its kind: the Karabiner98 Gewehr98 and its derivative widely used in the first and second world war, first to turn the venerable Mauser Modelo Argentino 1909.

The point is that in conversation about the merits of the mechanism got something that proves that the weapons themselves are neither good nor bad, only tools humans that trigger.

In 1948, when Israel declared its independence, the Haganah was desperately in need of reliable weapons. So he bought thousands of rifles Kar98 of postwar German surplus. So

rifles that identified the soldiers of the Wehrmacht ended up defending the Jews. The efficiency of the gun was such that even Israel Kar98 new units commissioned the Belgian Fabrique Nationale and the Czech Ceska Zbrojovka

Down, a survivor of a hundred battles shows that prove the story dies. (See above the label that also identifies the change of gauge, when the Israelis chambered for 7.62 x 51 to serve the reserves well into the seventies)

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or there is so much variety as in the famous shirt , but wanted to post some time ago that the girls, so today I made them pose for the camera:

two Italians, two Argentines, a Belgian , a Czech. Three 9mm, a .45, two .22. Two master work of JM Browning. Steel dural polymer. A pair of classic, a brand new, a crazy but funny monster. Four arms, one designed specifically for police use, two purely sport. Six ways to exercise the right of citizens to carry arms.

Ever occur to you to do the same ?

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The soldier did not. Tavor rifle, I say.

will soon replace all the M-16 and M-4 in the IDF operations.

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I know, is unattainable. But for some privileged

open the possibility of becoming a Barret M98, the "Bravo" in caliber .338 Lapua.

is not the famous .50, that the Federal Government can not be considered in civilian hands. Too bad

here will cost $ 8,500.

A fantastic tool to cast a vote .

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Recurrentementa the issue of disarmament appears shaken by the government of Montonerato. Just moments

alleging that gangs are armed and trained picketing, the minister Alak ensuring that weapons in the hands of civilians increase crime. It could be a simple goose, which systematically repeated disassembly, but draws attention when you roll the disarmament plan originally was recognized that any similar measure managed to lower crime.

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A letter about the hope
The Abbot was tired to his room. Took the chair and paper. He began to write. "Sir, I send the written message from my room. I have a lot to tell, and I know how to begin. This week I've been playing so much pain in our hearts: Parents who have seen the death of one of his sons. Children who do not know how to deal with their aging parents. Couple who break up after many years of promises. Adults who lose their jobs. Young imprisoned by the drug. Elderly people living alone and without the love of their own. I am overwhelmed by this world of pain and tears in which we walked for a while fragile. I know it really what the Letter to the Hebrews, we have no continuing city here. But many do not continue with the second part of this text, which speaks of seeking the future city (cf. Heb 13:14). I would like the simplicity of Christ to speak to the hearts and help them to look at the sky, stars, swallows, jasmine. I would like to help them discover this wonderful world so many good things that reflect your love for each of your children. But many do not have the strength to lift his eyes to you. The disease, slander, neglect, penalties have been filled and bitterness. Others live immersed in sorrow for sin: falling over and over again and do not know how to break the habit, how quitting, how to break our addiction to sex or money. I wonder how you see this world of so many struggles, so many tears, so many grudges, so much blood. Do not feel sorry for the aborted unborn children, the elderly sad and marginalized, neglected or exploited migrants, for children who have nothing with which to fill his stomach? Forgive me if I speak well, his heart in his hand. I know that the only hope left to us humans are You. But sometimes I feel like doing my own the words that I wrote years ago Giovanni Papini, when I asked that at least a miracle were to make visible to all, that our land and turn away pisases to spark some hope. You see, I'm doing a little fool, because no need to "back." Already live among us. You are in the tabernacle, in a silence full of love and affection. You are in the patient, waiting for a caress and medicine. You are in the poor, asking for some alms. You're in the elderly, who only wants to be there with someone who will listen a moment. You're in my heart, as a priest, even though I tremble for my fears and I am also wounded by sin. You are in many contemplative souls that continue to sustain the flame of your love in the world. I ask the grace to be a bit like you: good Samaritan willing to heal the wounds and sorrows of men and women who meet each day on my way. They demand only the help of a brother and I remember them manifest your infinite love for each of your children. "

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A light at night

Today is Thursday, Lord, and come with the soul in shadows, shadows that reach to become dark if we lack the virtue of Hope ....

When that happens there are nights where it seems that time has stopped and will never see the dawn ... in them we hear the beating of our heart and every beat it hurts .... Nights

spiritual darkness in which everything seems to get bigger, our pain, our anguish and our discomfort. We weigh the life and the silence of the nights we feel that there is no pain as our pain.

But ... if there is some hope in our hearts, we are saved. We know of cases

that great "despair" has reached the limit, so deep that no other solution has been found that seeking the "back door". Is the escape, ending with something that weighs too much and feeling immersed in the darkness of night "no tomorrow" ... hopeless. That was what I missed those lives: hope.

Hope is a better tomorrow, hope is the light that can break the dark shadows when it seems that all is lost. Hopeless

can not live.

When Hope despite the disappointment and pain, always another way than that of despair and total annihilation of the true self.

is true that there are situations in life that are like the darkest of nights, nights when the hours seem to pass ... but when there is faith, when we know we have a God who knows our suffering, when we know we are loved by Him, despite our feeling of solitude is immense, if we are clothing and leave their arms and those of our Mother Mary, hope, knowing that God loves us with his light will know comfort.

who is loved can not fall into despair and God loves us.

HOPE, is a virtue that we have to grow as the flower most delicate and valuable. There are three theological virtues: Faith, Hope and Charity, whose direct object is God Without them it is very difficult to walk through life and we can not forget that Hope will always be the light in our night when the pains and difficulties make them very dark .

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Since Rachel BlogBis shown in another post his new acquisition , I tell them that finally solved the dilemma I had when I wrote this post and decided purchase.

the end the choice was not any of those candidates, but a Czech girl, her very plastic, and despite what is already young top model: the CZ P-07 Duty

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Yesterday Luis He believes showed some girls in the U.S. Army and USMC. Today I was looking for photos
to reply to the post, when I came across this machine:

The Peruvian soldier not, FN 2000.
Jé, and here in Argentolandia are many who believe that the FAL e'lo'mejorrr.

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When All Else Fails ...

Like the other day consulted to help readers decide on polymer frame pistols, now comment a couple of rifles that are available in the local market, where we know that no one can afford the pleasure of shooting with a Chey-tac or a Barrett.

But these two, although .308 is aiming to test a couple of hundred meters:

Remington tactical 700XCR

seems represents XCR Xtreme Conditions Tactical Rifle, and the name represents the strength and durability of the gun model far surpasses the police. The trigger, according to read, very well machined and "broken" softly to 3 pounds.

cheekrest With a bipod and would be excellent, too bad the $ 2,900 it costs in argento soil.

CZ 750 S1

A Czech iron first used by special forces and police around the world. Fluted heavy barrel, muzzle brake, adjustable stock, factory bipod (not shown in photo) and tested at birth to 800 yards.

pity, pity, the $ 4,900 that should be put in one.

(the title of the post has to do with this )

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My stories: The Treasure of the beach Malvin

's Treasure Beach

Malvin Montevideo is a city on the shore of a wide estuary. It is surrounded by diverse and beautiful beaches. Its people love water, play in it. Some enjoy watching her sitting in the sand. Other swim, surf, canoeing, or simply dive into the high waves. Martina
canoeing and taught children and youth in Malvin Beach. This occurred in the summers.
One day, he became interested in diving. His adventurous spirit invited her to discover the secrets of the deep.
When he had mastered the art of diving, invited other young people. Thus, began long walks in the bottom of the estuary. The shoals are abundant in these waters, there are legends and realities of vessels caught from the white man sailed here. The wrecks of pirate ships and English and Portuguese navies were common from the sixteenth century. Martina knew
these stories, but had no intention of seeking lost treasures was enough to enjoy nature and swim in deep water.
Every day of summer, these young adventurers met on the coast. It began the ritual of dressing wet suits, control all the instruments and jump to the yacht's uncle William. This yacht allowed to enter several miles offshore. John, as they called the owner of the boat, keeping the cables from the divers, he communicated with them and was alert to any setback. He was one of the adventurers. Sebastian
admired the work of John, many days, leaving the dive and stayed with him protecting other. He learned to handle all safety equipment. John invited him to guide the boat from the helm. Since that day, Sebastian was a sailor. Little by little he learned the ancient art of floating on the water. Also, learn about life. The conversation was pleasant Juan and full of wisdom. The sea knew that Sebastian came to imagine with a red beard, pipe, fragrant, eye covered and wooden leg. The jeans and shirt stripes sailors returning from his fantasy. Sebastian
left to travel daily diving with John riding the waves.
William and Claudia were the owners of fantasy in the group. They yes dreamed of a treasure buried in a sandbank. Convinced John that sailed to the island of the Gulls. Then, unable to reach the island of Flores. This last was an old prison. It was full of ghosts, the two young men thought they heard cries of tortured prisoners. Juan dissuaded, we showed that these cries came from the water when it climbed to the old building, hitting the wall hard and returned a mournful echo.
Again, wanted to go in the evening, the beach of La Mulata. They knew the legend of a woman coming out of the water to the sand dance in full moon nights. La Mulata had been a slave to time colonial. Her beauty captivated a young patrician. They loved by the beach, out of sight of the system. One day, Mulata died of love. His beloved did not make the appointment. The girl went out to dance the nights of full moon. Martina
and the group continued diving. Sebastian defected to continue at the helm and John. Claudia and William
risked, always looking for unknown areas, often separated from the group. Bear the anger of others and listened to the advice of John, but they insisted. One morning, touched something hard buried in the background came up with the news. John called the others, Sebastian left by the yacht and he jumped to dive with youth. The headlights showed the object: it was a sunken fishing vote short time earlier. John remembered the episode and raging waters that day by the great storm. Diving
was a pleasure sharing the depth to fish and other water creatures swimming next to them without departing. They met several species and knew where to find them grouped in a pod.
The summer came to an end. The waters were warmer March. Everyone had to go back to school, follow the routine and wait until next summer.
The following year, the month of December started with very hot days, which announced a good summer. Young and John resumed their meetings on the beach Malvin. Dived more safely and every day, announced a new project.
One morning, Joseph was advanced to the group, swam faster, moved some of their peers. It was a strange behavior because he was always very disciplined. Juan followed the advice not to stray from each other. His flashlight illuminated a long object stuck in the background. Pulled out of the half, could not, the object offered great resistance. Could see a metal texture. Grasped the object with his left hand and used his other hand to scrape the bottom, could play other hard. Vertical position took hold of his find, he used his feet to explore something else. Reported the made to John. He tried to place the sound, came the yacht and was introduced to water. Luckily, he met with Jose in a few minutes.
Juan verified the find. Ordered the youth to come up, could be exhausted. Sebastian advised to call everyone to board the yacht. Continued to examine the object, moved a meter and went looking, did play roughly. His problem now was how to signal the place. He tried to climb vertically until you see the yacht. Could make an estimate of the distance and direction. Sebastian asked to throw the anchor, the boat did not leave his position.
When John returned, all surrounded José, the questions followed one another rapidly, the shy Joseph could not answer everything, and had so many details. Juan asked calmly, Claudia and William they kept repeating: "We were sure we were going to find a treasure."
needed rest, John was very tense. Cristina, which was in all the little details, served drinks and talked about other things.
When they had rested, John went to Claudia and William: wear the suits, he told them well controlled oxygen tanks, do not forget anything, others wait up.
The man and two youths were thrown overboard. It was not hard to get there. Claudia and William stirred the bottom with all their might. Guillermo was able to separate some indefinitely. Claudia rescued a small object like a coin. They had spent much time submerged, the man said it was time to leave. Claudia and Guillermo showed
findings, all examined, there was no doubt: the girl had found a gold coin.
John looked at the horizon with his binoculars, he recognized a patrol boat was captained by his friend Bermúdez. Contacted him by radio. Asked them to come, he said that there was no emergency, Bermúdez wanted to greet and joke a bit. The friend nodded. When little patrol came close, John returned to radio, Bermudez asked to come to the yacht. Bermudez was a bohemian, soon was climbing the ladder of the yacht. John moved away with him some distance from the youth group, told him everything. Bermúdez sensed that it was no joke, I knew John very well. He promised to get things like digging deeper would the next day that did not work. They agreed that John would plunge to indicate the place and Bermúdez direct the crew placed a buoy.
"Nobody asked anything, he said, the guys I know, we're old" sea dogs "and we shut up. Everyone wanted
return to diving, John was adamant; again the next day early, at seven, would be in the Puerto del Buceo. None asked for explanations regarding the changes.
All were in the right place, some before the scheduled time. Juan gave instructions. Sebastian is in charge of the yacht, he and his friends sail on a barge. Young observed a multitude of tools deposited in the old boat Bermúdez, barely acknowledged shovels, picks, dense networks piled knew nothing more than what they saw.
Older men decided that Martina and men spend on the barge. I would teach the use of that tooling. The girls would stay on the yacht aiding Sebastian and alert to any call that would be submerged. Cristina
suggested that some were dressed in bathing suits and take the sun on the deck. He understood that this would dispel suspicions, one of the beach could feel the changes, but sun was nothing strange.
The search yielded more results than expected. When emerged, carrying many objects in the bags of networks. Bermúdez
confessed to John that it was a ship found the effort worthwhile. Bring forward their annual leave to work with the group. Agreed not to raise undue expectations among young people. On
following were of hard work. Juan Bermudez and taught us all to use the tools, make a good dig and how to collect objects. Would work in shifts organized by Martina. She knew better than anyone the skills and endurance of each: they had been taught to dive.
all knew as they were recovering the treasure from a ship.
The summer ended. They had a multitude of antique pieces that tried to recognize or imagine what role they would have complied. Lacked the tools to raise the ship, or important parts. It was time to start showing his find, beat many doors but nobody believed them. Decided to expose part of the treasure the window of a shopping mall. People looked more or less attention, was used to seeing all, many had lost their sense of wonder. One woman said aloud: "This does
any craftsman, you only need talent, a little paint and a metal pusher. Ah! -Continued-Young?, What mistake! A man thought
years: that it is difficult to distinguish reality from fantasy at this time.
"Look at that," said a young man to another who was walking with him for the shopping.
- What? There are crazy for everyone! For this to come out in the press .... Note the sign: "Objects found by a group of Malvin youth. " "Also our age join the lies?
-You give an opinion foolish. Why doubt these guys?
"Stop philosophizing and make your imagination, that's over, is ancient. Come on with it. There are new models of sports shoes. How good! What a fabulous brand!
exposure gave no result. The press released an article in the Trivia section. The most common titles are "Youth say they have found a strange object" or "Fantasy invade us." Claudia
sent the statement of the facts to an editorial announced a publication on urban legends. Was to select a group of stories. Not included his narrative. The published in a collection of stories for children titled "The Treasure of the Playa Malvin"
The group continued their lives. Joseph studied Archaeology. Martina finished her degree as a marine biologist. Sebastian became Commander. Guillermo specialized in Underwater Archaeology. Claudia studied Literature and is a good writer. John and Bermúdez did not study anything because it had completed the "university of life." Others were engineers, paleontologists, journalist, historian. All formed couples, some already had children. Excelled in their professions and worked successfully.
But every summer Malvin returning to the beach in search of treasure. Aurora

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My stories: The Gallegos

The Galician

Many

cuaando Galicia arrived in Uruguay English Civil War ended.

Some were driven by economic and other reasons, for ideological reasons.
Sebastian was a Republican, fought fiercely, his body bore witness through their scars.
was a graduate student, had good sense and intelligence. He had lived in El Ferrol, in the city. His family had a good pass, middle class farmers. Engaged in fruit farming, growing vegetables and raised some cattle. They had a house in the country and one in the city where the family lived and studied children. The war led
However, not only the earth, also the children, some died and others moved. Sebastian
fled Spain as a stowaway on a freighter. Uruguay arrived fully clothed. He tried to find other Galician on a street in an unfamiliar city. Montevideo was wet and foggy, he felt homesick for his homeland. He walked a lot, could stretch his legs, looking to sharpen the ear to hear a word of Galicia. Finally, while crossing through the door of a cafe, listened to what I expected. He was received with uproar: Jacks, songs, music of bagpipes. Those who lived and worked there knew the time of uprooting living Sebastian.
Soon, he began working as a waiter in a cafe. His life was austere, sparing tirelessly. The owners needed a quiet coffee, Sebastian does not hesitate to offer, that it saved the expenditure on housing.
His first months were working. His day off was spent in the café: Galicia wrote letters, did laundry and homesickness came over him.
One of his colleagues invited him to meet a meeting place for newcomers Galician. Valle called Miñor. There he met many contemporaries, sought to known relationships, drank wine, danced and played the bagpipes. Sebastian a moment forgot his homeland.
spoke with men and women, young and not so much. All retained some trace of the war. Everyone had a strong memory of their relatives who remained in Spain. He learned that his compatriots got together money to send to relatives who could not come.
That day he met Lola, a sizzling young, optimistic. For the first time heard that this is my new home, I found what I was looking Uruguay in Spain, in Galicia my dear. Sebastian became interested in the opinions of Lola, approached her and started asking. Montevideo
Lola discovered something of Galicia: the rainy, humid days most of the year, the wind blowing from the sea, smell fish in the sea and people who shared an ancient common tradition.
forwarded it all to Sebastian, the conversation lasted.
free days, Sebastian was going to meet with others. Lola, too. Sebastian wanted to know about it, I had never seen in Galicia.
She lived near the estuaries of Ferrol, in contrast, the village was to the east, next to Castile. The mountains began to share the Galician landscape. Lola Peña saw Trevinca height, so high that it seemed to be very close.
His family was very poor. The infertile soil forced them to take some sheep and goats in search of pasture more tender and plentiful. Harvesting the garden. The father looked for a job outside the planting or harvesting. Once, he walked to the coast and set out to fish. Brought some scallops as a gift for their children and little money. Lola's mother, as well Galician loved her man and did not want to be lost at sea.
had a cow that gave milk to all.
When Civil War began, the father had to go to the front. Lola, his mother and his brothers hid in the kitchen cow and sheep and goats were not. Papers used as a cover for sheets and blankets, reserved for sewn clothing.
The cow was sacred: the food was safe. The boys brought water and pasture in the vicinity.
Lola's father soon returned because he suffered a war wound it impossible to fight. He returned with a cousin, also invalid. The two men decided to send their children outside of Spain. The migration would save them from hunger and, if all went well, they would go after them.
So was Lola, siblings, cousins \u200b\u200band other young people to Montevideo, Uruguay's capital city and port of communication with Spain and the rest of the world.
was employed as a maid in a luxurious home.
"I have lots of food, told Sebastian. The "lady" treats me well. His daughters are about my age and are friendly. Yes, I say Gallega or Galleguita, but I do not care, I remember my roots.
"I live here," continued the young. Clean, wash clothes, help with the "lady" to cook, iron, comb girls for the holidays. I have my bedroom, my bathroom and my driveway independent.
-going, followed, say my bedroom, but is the servant.
"Everything shines in that house, my" lady "to her friends praise me.
"Stop counting, Lola, said an old Galician. You do not know that counting is talking to herself. Dancing woman dancing and singing as you know. Leave stories.
"Hey, you, Sebastian said the old man, where are you?
Ferrol-Del.
-Account more, man.
"Nothing different at all, I came to escape the Civil War, had fought with the Republicans, but got away and here I am.
"I like you, will you work with me, asked the old Manolo.
Sebastian told him about his work as a waiter and the advantage of having a place to sleep.
-I offer more, "said Manolo, my son can not do everything, I have a large coffee, my wife and my daughters cook for the customers ... it is hard work. Uruguayan Between you, you prefer. The Uruguayans living an easy life, are for offices and the "Desktop", all want to be doctors, not the back squat. They think that's for Galicia. Manolo
convinced Sebastian. His former employer was happy because he could not offer more.
"You are a valuable and strong young man, go your way," said the first pattern.
fact, Sebastian's life changed with Manolo. He worked hard, saved, sent something to his parents and it all had to Lola. She continued with her "lady", saved, sent part of Galicia but his desire was to bring his parents. Not spend anything, the landlady gave him clothes, gave him food and encouraged to save.
"You can be a lifelong servant, asked him one day while peeling potatoes. Board meeting a lot, you deserve to have a family and a home decent. Lola answered
saved to pay for passage to their parents.
"Sounds good, added the" lady ", but one thing does not remove the other, you can go looking for a young, yes, visits here at my house, you have to walk down the street. You have a garden, your rooms, boardwalk for strolling. If you go to the movies with a young man, you will accompany me or one of my daughters. Lola
simply to give thanks and tell your boss how well he treated her.
"You deserve it, you are very good, very valuable, we'll help at all, concluded the woman. Sebastian
Lola looked every Sunday in the Valley Miñor. The story went as expected: it ennoviaron. The girl let her know all the demands of his "lady" that catered to the young.
They had saved enough for their parents arrived to Uruguay to work. Manolo
installed another restaurant and ordered it to Sebastian. That allowed her parents work. Fortune began to grow. For three years he lived in Montevideo and Lola knew. It was time for marriage.
The "lady" helped him choose rings, wedding dress and offered his home for the holiday. Then Lola was a fashion house to choose a white dress which gave gladly.
The end is imaginable. Lola and Sebastian are still couples had children and grandchildren, traveled to Spain. Lived well and happy as all that changed Galician homeland and arrived in Uruguay, which they call "my country elected." Here was what they want and not find peace in their land.
came a time when Uruguay experienced a dictatorship and faded country style. Fabian
cried. Only he and the other Galician knew how hard it is when darkness covers institutions and people, when the terror comes from the State, all are under suspicion and trust are lost. Miñor Valley became silent: no more Jacks and bagpipes. The villagers met to talk quietly. Killed hours with a game of cards.
Nothing could do for their status as foreigners, struggling to avoid being expelled from their homeland elected. "
One day, Manolo said Fabian:
"Hey, dammit, that beast is the man. We are running from a broken country, find peace here, we form our families, we want this land. And these fucking Uruguayan given for fighting and putting terror. They have so many good things, why this! Who gives handle! Oh! Piece of donkeys!
"I heard that many suffer torture, he said Fabian. And others have disappeared.
"Damn, Manolo repeated. Aurora

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My stories: Clementina

Clementina

fired Media tragic news: a baby would have been killed by their parents at birth.
The comments of the press used every adjective imaginable to discuss the incident. The population was accompanied with words that expressed the horror of such a crime.
The issue went to the police and justice. The father denied his involvement, said that did not even know that his wife was pregnant. Neither did the immediate family or neighbors who saw Clementina every day.
No media had shown pictures of those involved, the first few days were of shock and disbelief. The question came one: how a husband can ignore the pregnancy of his wife?
Finally, a newspaper showed pictures and gave the woman's name was Clementine.
While flipping through the newspaper, go to the police section, I noticed a familiar face. I never read that section, by principles, for pity or shame. But that face brought me back to the police page. She was the chubby Clementine. The same, his face expressionless, unsmiling, with a crease between the eyebrows.
The student knew at the time. Poor Clementine. Nature had not contributed anything to her womanhood. Ugly, fat, short, nothing in it could attract the attention of men. At student parties, Clementina finished alone in a corner. No one invited her to dance, or around or listen to stories. Nor was picked for games.
had good friends, started going to dances with them for over eighteen years. The result was the same: no one approached to dance with her. Her friends took her to the door, Clementina was let go to dance, but little by little, several young men approached her friends and again, Clementina in the corner.
For a while, dropped balls, gave excuses to her friends. So passed two or three years. The others were with boyfriends, some had married. Clementina was alone, more and more isolated because their good friends spent time with their boyfriends or husbands.
A night of mist and total boredom, got dressed and went alone to a dance, I was twenty years.
had made special diet and lots of gym to lose weight, going to the hairdresser and makeup was done even by experts.
looked at the place with a mixture of nostalgia and pain. He went to the bar and ordered a cup tightly, then another and another. The music vibrated and Clementina's libido as well. He got into the dance floor wild. Between the lights and noise, was found wrapped in male arms. Alcohol and noise gave no opportunity to think or to look at the face of his companion. Involved in a fierce hug turning in the same place. The instincts surfaced in full force. They left the local dance towards the sandy beach. Clementina
was leaving the influence of alcohol. Became aware that sat next to a guy in the cool sand. His clothes were at his side and the moon lit up the body.
The couple exchanged few words while dressed
Clementina walked to the promenade. The man asked how he returned home. She said a bus stop a few hundred meters. Remained together up there. The bus appeared, Clementina set foot on the step, looked back and saw a hand to say goodbye. He sat in the front seat, the bus had been almost empty. He looked out the window and saw a black figure in a corner lost
arrived home when the sun showed its rays into the sky. Sleep? Impossible. He wandered from room to room. I was tired and the effect of alcohol was felt a strong headache. He lay dressed. Looked at the ceiling for a moment, then sleep won.
later awoke, the sun casts shadows of dusk. It was a long time in the shower. Check your body while increasing soap scum. No thought, no plans, no regrets, or complained.
"There, he said.
resumed his routine. The days passed without anything else.
One day he went to the supermarket, while examining a product, he dropped the bag. A young man approached him and, catch the purse, brushed his hand. Clementina took a few steps, looked back and met the eyes of the young stranger. She was a good conversationalist, so it was difficult to hold a conversation. They walked together in the aisles. Clementina finished shopping and Fabian, as he was called his companion, asked her to take a drink. They talked a lot. Arrange another interview at the supermarket. Interviews there were several days.
Finally, they discovered they were lovers. So smitten that he proposed marriage.
Fabian had only recently begun to work, did not earn much either Clementina. They made calculations, buy the essentials. They could live in the house of Fabian's mother had rooms and bathroom on the fund when he received a rural relatives.
thought that in five months could be the least and get married.
"That's right, Fabian said, for now, we can not think about having children. Clementina
agreed, should be organized more, perhaps, get jobs better paid. At least a year of waiting. Resented because both want a child, always talking.
The wedding was held with great simplicity, there was no honeymoon trip, stayed at home, was what they wanted and all I could do.
Clementina was happy. All he cared about was returning to being overweight and hormonal disorders that prevented him from menstruating. Visited the doctor, he said it was predictable, she was such irregularity. The wedding would have generated a bit of stress. Two months
and Clementina concern was immediate. He recalled the dance, was lying in the sand with this stranger. He returned to the doctor and told him everything. The analysis confirmed a pregnancy.
-Oh! Fabian and alas, managed to say.
walked to her house, her husband would come in an hour. Prepared snack like a robot. He had no alibi. I was so used to waiting, always, time decided by it.
Every time it looked bigger. The friends told him he had gone to fat. Clementina did not answer. Urged him to return to the gym and weight-loss diet. One of them asked if she was pregnant.
"Do not you dare ask that, and less Fabian's presence, answered with a tone that her friends were not used. Fabian
felt that he was awakened by groans. Clementina was up, did not see her in bed. He went to the bathroom and found her giving birth to a girl. Amid the shock, went in search of medical help. When she returned she was dead, killed Clementina.
came the police, ambulance, family. It was over.
Both were tried and imprisoned, Clementina especially aggravated manslaughter and Fabian, of concealment.
Clementina I went to visit the jail and told me this story. When finished I said: "May God comfort you"
I do not think he wants, he replied
I left thinking who he was referring in that "I do not want," whether God or her.
law enforcement investigations continue
The press still has the front-page news "about the murder is investigated by the parents of a newborn girl." Aurora

Martino

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My stories: The Strange


The Strangers

The house was in front of a beach. Lonely beach with white sands and gentle waves.
The morning sun broke into a thousand colors on the waves.
The house was the resting place of the family. In the background, had an exotic park where living trees, birds, herbs, flowers. The green was interrupted by songs, colors, perfumes and fluttering.
Mary walked along the coast accompanied by two dogs. Happen at home alone for two days because the others had gone to the city.
The dogs barked and Mary lifted her gaze to the sea. He saw a strange craft a few hundred yards of sand. I had never seen such a thing was like a large wooden raft. Thick trunks emerged from the bowels of the boat. He had no candles. The waves came closer and closer to the coast until it dragged on the sand and ran aground a short distance from her.
The boat carrying a group of people diverse in age and sex. Mary saw strong men, elderly and long white beards, women and children. They wore rough clothes, mixed with plant fibers and a long leather coats.
Mary felt more astonishment than fear. These people began to fall, walked to the girl groups. The dogs stopped barking.
The first approach was a mother with a child in her arms and showing signs of weakening. The woman's gaze fell upon the eyes of Mary and instilled tranquility.
wore an incomprehensible language. Strangers, nor understood the girl. An old man came and used a magical set of signs. Mary was able to understand several things: they came from afar, had lost their way, they were hungry and thirsty, were confused. These beings are like from another time and another place, "mused the girl. He noted their artifacts, their gestures, their eyes, everything was new, never seen. It seemed to dream. But it was very balanced, never doubted that what he saw was real.
The old man and the girl engaged in a dialogue of gesture and was regarded as if they had known a lifetime.
Mary led the group home. Ripped off and received some food left in the cupboard. Nobody was afraid.
But who were they?, Where did they come?. Mary wanted to know. While it was an architect, liked astronomy. So turned to his computer, his maps and all that could guide the elderly. He had no difficulty in understanding what he was shown, she realized that these signs represent spaces, could know what land and what accounted for, seas. But I could not navigate. Mary used a representation of the sky that kept on your computer. The old man recognized stars with whom he always was oriented at night in the sea.
While this was happening, the children ran and played with the objects of an alien world. Their mothers watched them smiling. We also watched them and men discussed everything and looking for her secret.
The hours had passed while the old man and the architect tried to locate the place of origin. One man came and spoke to the elder. He advised the young woman who had to find food and they could only look at the sea and vegetation surrounding the house. Mary nodded. Two hours later, they had fish, fruits, roots and other food products. Through the old man learned that men and women were ready to cook. We had to teach the use of dishes, turning on the electric stove and other rituals of civilization. Surprisingly, they learned it all with incredible ease.
Old Man and Mary continued to search for the lost island. At that point, there was no doubt who lived in the sea in a small space that was never seen by the English or any sailor to the XXI century.
The island life passed in peace and harmony, something like Thomas More's Utopia.
The dinner was ready. There he told stories of life in Maria Island and explained how people lived in modern society and tech. Her house had sufficient evidence to demonstrate the technology: television, electricity, telephone, computers, radio, music players. All looked with curiosity, but showed signs of surprise or fear. He had created an atmosphere of understanding and trust. Those strangers do not know the crime or cruelty or selfishness. Transferred to the host its principles and lifestyle. That explains the quiet confidence and showing.
Then came the large patio and began to sing and dance. The song filled the air and bounced on the waves. It was a harmonious singing and sweet, but, at times, acquired the force of a cosmic hymn. All danced, and in rounds, and forming original figures. They moved with such synchronicity that seemed a single body in dance. The full moon gave dancing shadows on the sandy courtyard.
Someone reached out and, without much awareness, she was involved in the rhythm and melody of strangers. You could tell they were accustomed to dance together. Mary concluded that joined for various activities, so the boat was carrying people as diverse in age and gender. His organization would be supported by solidarity and love.
The girl managed to find them places to sleep, did not have much problem because they were accustomed to sleeping outdoors.
She continued with the old man looking for the lost island. The sky map was very helpful, she was getting information: the place was in the southern hemisphere, there was no other land nearby, outsiders were unaware of other men inhabiting other lands, the world was confined to his island, the surrounding sea and the vast sky that appeared in the night.
returned the next day the rest of the family. Strangers had to leave before six o'clock. Otherwise it would be a scandal. The father would communicate with the government, the house would be filled with police ists, and curious. Perhaps outsiders lead to a psychiatric hospital or a hospice. Would know a world indifferent and ruthless, lose their original innocence. The old man understood the anxiety of the young.
They went to rest awhile. Mary did not sleep, that magic actually flooded with feelings. I felt a great admiration for these creatures, they had won their affection, even a slight envy nested in his heart.
The hostess heard footsteps coming up stairs, was the elder. Breakfasted and resumed their search: An ocean current had shifted and lost in the sea. Your boat had no items to retake the course, lacked any element compass orientation, contacts were the stars, but the sky had been overcast for several days. Mary knew it consulted a number of meteorological stations. I had already searched a lot of information in books, maps, Internet. Never asked for the island, but their intelligence and contributions of the old man allowed to draw conclusions regarding its possible location.
The raft required certain repairs, the men did very quickly.
Mary rested his chin in his hand and began to remember his life story: his childhood, the love of his family, his success as a college student, his career as an architect who already stood out as bright, their projects. He imagined the family that formed soon, the children should have, the love of her future husband, the wedding party, travel, the buildings would design. Stark contrast to what was going through. Why he was so attached to these strangers? Would losing the sense of reality?
The old man drew from these thoughts to announce that everything was ready.
All left to gather food, gave them the little girl he found in the cupboard as candy, cookies and some sausages made by their parents.
Gave a compass and some maps to the elderly.
women and some teenagers had prepared lunch. While they ate, there was an expression of celebration in every face. The eyes had more warmth, his hands seemed to caress everything they touched.
At four in the afternoon, started walking in silence towards the raft. Rose women, children and the elderly. Mary entered the water, hit the raft. The burly men pushed the boat still crawling on the sand. Finally, he began to float, gently swaying. Mary set foot on the ladder, the old man took her hand, read his intent through clear eyes. But, making it fall gently away, paddles hard fought and the raft picked up speed. Aurora

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My story: The forgotten woman

Women

Forgotten Women Forgotten remained stored in an old cupboard.
Carolina came out very early on a Sunday morning. There was silence in the streets, neighbors rested, slept, repairing energy to face the hard work of the week. Nor could hear the laughter of children playing on sidewalks.
The air was calm and the sun rose shining. Carolina was tempted to sit on a bench in the plaza to enjoy the friendly atmosphere in the morning. But, should not lose time, its mission the excited to the point that did not rest or respite. He was about thirty years of life well spent. Its main objective was to understand the human being, understand, know their essence. This led to pursue the Bachelor of Anthropology. Your library showed their concerns: many books of philosophy, the classics of universal literature, sacred books of all religions in the world, the best scientific journals and several treatises of Anthropology.
The anthropologist went to a big white house. He went a dusty cupboard. These cabinets were one of her favorite places. Also, looking behind doors or in darkened corners.
opened a high cupboard door. A strange perfume caught his attention. The clothes were folded neatly. Buds began to feel what was in the closet until he found something very soft, similar to that of the perfume. Unfolded what was a dazzling white robe. He reached into a pocket of his discovery and found a paper with a clear legend. "I forgot my dreams, my name, no memory, no one remembers." Carol felt a singular thrill. His astonishment grew when he realized that Heat recovered robe and began to pound. Until a woman emerged and filled the robe. She was old
indefinitely. Gestures mixed naive girl, inquisitive teen and others, sadly adult. Women
I Forgot, heard Carolina. The voice came out choked. - - Why you talk like that?, "He managed to ask-
" Because I forgot the words, "he answered, nobody answered me, I lost communication with it, the Word. First, I heard emitting sounds hollow, as if coming from the vacuum, it was not my voice.
Carolina took the hand of Forgotten Women and carried her to a couch. Green eyes looked into the eyes unfathomable. Needed to know. I had to recover the history of that being. Could not overwhelm questions. He spoke of the light coming through the window, tall trees, the warmth of the air. Women's face took on a pink and his skin became smooth and vital was communicating with someone. Word recovered. Began a long story that would rebuild what was his life.
person had been a successful, thriving, enterprising, skilled in solving problems it is facing in life. So many, that used to exhaust it. But starting again and again. Everything changed
with the great flood. The wind blew from the direction indefinitely, twisted trees and dark clouds piled high. There was a great darkness. The black clouds dropped large dark water jets, formed a quagmire. The mud invaded the streets and into homes as up to three meters high. Streaky and dragged all
The woman was taken away by the mudslide. The Grand Dame was not with her, was gone, left alone, I'm more tired of removing mud and Women did not help enough, concentrated on his own effort and confusion.
The flood began to recede to near the bottom. The woman was lying, entrecubierta por el resto de lodo. Pasaba gente sobre su cuerpo, pero no la veían o eran indiferentes. Se durmió. Al despertar, divisó zonas limpias, caminó en busca de aguas claras. Encontró un estanque protegido y nadó en él hasta que la suciedad abandonó su cuerpo.
Conocía el camino hacia su casa. La encontró vacía: la inundación había llevado sus tesoros. Ya no tenía nada para dar. Los pordioseros que golpeaban su puerta en busca de comida y dinero dejaron de mirarla. Ya no tenía nada para dar.
La casa se llenó de rejas y se transformó en prisión. La Mujer reforzó las rejas con cuerdas de miedo que rodeaban su cuerpo y su alma. Solía mirar los trees from the large window. I saw them change colors with the passing of the seasons: green intense yellow autumn was exchanged, then undressed and showed the age of winter. But sprouting in spring. The trees reminded him of the pace of life to which she could not enter.
The dialogues were completed. Nobody understood, nobody left to speak. And when he did, he laughed, unaware of his intelligence and love.
gradually fell into complete solitude and total oblivion. That's how he ended up bent in the old closet. Carolina
heard the story with care and wonder. Forgotten Women invited out into the world. They went wide streets and small streets, stopped at the parks. Animated conversation. Anthropologist Women took to a store, noted that a hint of sensuality animated her face, her eyes, her lips. He bought a gold and diamond jewelry, highlighting a beautiful tiara placed on the forehead of the woman. Later, he looked stylish footwear and garments. Women looked like a princess or a fairy because she joined in poise and lightness. The men looked embarrassed so beautifully expressed in a full body and a smile transparent.
The two left the store. They sat down to dinner on a terrace overlooking the sea. Enjoy the flavor of seafood and sip a good wine.
Resumed their walk, watched and commented everything looked. Sunset
. Sitting on a cliff, went into the silence, the thoughts of each passed their own paths.
Carolina had learned a lot, he knew he was facing a woman with great wisdom.
The day was fading. Carolina
raised two options: Forgotten Women could help to unravel more mysteries of human existence, become a shadowy corners homing abandoned and cabinets.
The other option was to return it to the white robe and leave it folded in the old cupboard where they remained eternal things.
Aurora Martino

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Two forms of intolerance
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For at least two centuries, Western societies were shaken by religious conflicts. At that time, believe or not believe, believe in the god who was considered wrong, or believe in god to be okay but in a wrong allegedly were sufficient grounds for loss of life. Many of the practices that horrify us today on Islamic fundamentalism (many, but not all) were considered normal by our ancestors. And it's great that we're out of it.
intolerance, however, has not disappeared completely. Overall has become less violent, perhaps learned to be more subtle, but still retains its ability to do harm. At times it is so brutal, and then almost all reject it, but sometimes it is presented so subtly that we fall into it without realizing it.
In particular, there are two forms of religious intolerance still very present in democratic societies. One is typical of those who are believers and the other is typical of those who disbelieve. In other words: the first is a form of intolerance towards those without faith and the second is a form of intolerance towards religious faith. These two mutual prejudices are probably the last vestiges that remain of those old clashes, at least where we got out of them.
The first form of intolerance, typical of many believers, is to think that someone with no religious faith can not be fully reliable in moral terms. This idea typically adopted a few centuries ago and another today. The old way (often between the XVII and XIX) was to say that someone with no religious belief has no reason to do their duty because they feared retribution. If you violate the promise does not lead us to hell, then there is good reason to honor them. The contemporary form that takes this form of intolerance is to say that if someone grows that have links with any specific religion or tradition, has no chance of incorporating values \u200b\u200bthat guide their behavior and to find moral standards that inspire. So the moral is never solid.
The second form of intolerance, typical of many people who have no faith, is believing that you can not have that kind of belief and be both fully rational. There may be many believers who are good people and intellectually strong, but somewhere there's something wrong. If these people were fully rational, would eventually abandon their beliefs. Therefore, and although it was not proposed, these people are harming their children, probably with noble intentions, they are transmitting the disease that they suffer. This view is typical of those who extend the Jacobin tradition.
These two ideas are biases in the strict sense: belief that is accepted as true without having to compare them. But it happens that both are false. Our societies are populated by people who are morally admirable (or at least much more admirable than other people who claim to act on behalf of their god) despite the lack of religious convictions. And our societies are populated by people who have religious beliefs and the same is all that we can be rational human beings (or at least much more rational than people who do not have those beliefs.)
This reflection may seem unnecessarily speculative, but it has practical consequences. For example, the clash between these two biases was one of the causes of the great "school wars" that lived in the nineteenth century. And the aftershocks of those wars are still affecting us today. As believers
maintained control over the state imposed religious education to the children of unbelievers. In part they did to strengthen their own cause and partly because they thought it was the right thing: to give a compulsory religious education was good for each member of the new generations and for society as a whole. Only such an education would ensure adequate levels of morality public and private.
When secularizing forces gained control of the state, decided (at least in countries like ours) trying to religious education as an evil that had to endure: ban was probably excessive, but we had to take steps to lower many people agree to it. Again, the secularizing forces were trying to strengthen his own cause while doing what is right: to weaken religious education was a breakthrough in the fight against obscurantism. Today we should know that these two views were based on prejudice and both unduly restrict freedom.

From "El País Digital"

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FORUM ON OIL IN
URUGUAY MONTEVIDEO, 11 (Bloomberg) - More than 500 delegates from oil and gas companies in Latin America and the Caribbean, as well as international organizations, governmental and financial institutions will participate from 22 to 24 April in Punta del Este for the first Conference on Sustainable Development Arpel 2009, it was announced today in Montevideo. Convened under the theme "Sustainable Development. The role of oil and gas industry in Latin America and Caribbean", the conference of the Regional Association of Oil and Natural Gas in Latin America (ARPEL) coincides with the development of the Uruguay Round in the country for exploration and exploitation of oil in the territorial sea. The Minister of Industry and Energy, Daniel Martinez, the head of the state oil company ANCAP, Raul Sendic, and ARPEL Executive Secretary, José Félix García in Montevideo today launched a news conference the conference to be held every two years Punta del Este, Uruguay's main beach. "Uruguay is a pleasure for more than 500 delegates from across Latin America and the world are participating in a matter as crucial as this, which encompasses aspects of commitment to the development of the energy industry," said the minister. Economic Issues and environmental management related to industrial part of the agenda of the forum stated national interest and Uruguayan president has the support of the Brazilian companies Petrobras, Repsol-YPF, Ecopetrol, Petroecuador and the Brazilian Institute of Petroleum, among others. 11/02/2009 17:32

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A binational drama: cutting bridges on the Uruguay River Uruguay

Urribarri guaranteed transit bridges
The governor of Entre Rios said Sunday that the crossing of the bridges of Colon and Concordia "is completely guaranteed." He warned they will take "actions" to prevent any blockage of assembly. Relac: 0 -> Multi: 0 ->
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Governor of Entre Ríos, Sergio Urribarri (PJ), said today that the bridges over Columbus Concordia binational "fully guaranteed" and warned they will take "actions" to prevent any blockage of assembly, including " escort the travelers. " In that regard, he said that "it is impossible to allow ten to fifteen people or less, which do not represent the cities of Columbus or Concordia, cut off the step" toward Uruguay. Urribarri said that "eighty percent of Entre Rios are calling for the lifting of cuts, because cutting Gualeguaychú" against the Botnia pulp mill in Fray Bentos works, "made to be a suitable tool for protest. "The governor renewed his criticism of the court of the route to Uruguay by Gualeguaychú environmentalists, saying his province" has been seriously damaged "by this form of protest." Entre Rios has been damaged seriously by the courts and I mean cuts of all kinds. Are damaging to the entire community, "said the governor told Radio Mitre. He said that" the only thing that has been achieved, beyond news to occupy some space, is to eat hundreds of jobs and Argentine province of Entre Rios. "He added that the cut "is also eating the future of one of the largest development corridors potential of Argentina and Latin America, as in the Uruguay River. "The court Gualeguaychú has its own dynamics and are every day trying to deal with persuasion. And step by Colón and Concordia is fully guaranteed by the government and any attempt to disrupt the way, we will take all actions, if necessary we will escort travelers, "he said." The court has no such strategy type of revenue, but Gualeguaychú isolates, which generates good news for its carnival, but all that image comes down to the issue of the cuts. A log lying across the path can not be the paradigm of the fight, that does not work, "he said. He clarified that still has "hopes that in Gualeguaychú is seriously thinking in the community and not within the scope of the Assembly, where some members with very extreme positions." He recalled that the national government "appealed to the International Court in The Hague" and "nevertheless emphasizes the courts." "What's the point?" He asked, adding: "The cuts are a provocation."

taken from "The voz.com.ar"