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Three outstanding, Monica and her son, La fiesta brava and my fondness for this and Alberta and smooth.

The bullfight is a Byzantine discussion among the idiots who do not understand and lazy idiots to the suffering of the bull.

Alberta and Teresa ... I came out, but must not end in a "you forgive" all those responsible for the 4 years of imprisonment suffered must at least go through what they went ... just to learn them and any other moron sentences handed down to fool.

Finally,

Monica and her son ...


A story as dramatic as incoherent and pathetic, which rages with speeches, patanerías, disproportions and pride of "the Mexican political class" ... continue ... or I must say .. continue

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The Fruit and Field of Words

Early in the morning, I realized that I wanted to bathe with ice water again. I justify this attitude hastily dressing in the clothes of the previous day, citing that we had to be early in the CESFAM, and the shower I take much time. Weak.

After a hasty breakfast I said goodbye to Andrew, very grateful for all shared. Then I headed my way to the office, and there came the dilemma: What do today? Rengo solved the problem quickly: "You're going to survey a rural town with a small group."

After a while I was on top of a van heading to Piguchén, with two couples not be separated much, there were two pairs of lovers. The van dropped me at a meeting of roads, lucky thing for me because in the first house I visited I could do 4 surveys immediately, one neighborhood leader. Then began my journey by a little way into homes, up to a side where it would be difficult to follow on foot - and I could not get a bike - With so little time to reach back and do everything.

Walking

always done well, but full sun is not very nice, really. But he was still happy to be in the countryside, seeing animals and plants in peace with their environment. Houses that had no more claim to accommodate its residents and not strut out from the rest. I saw ample land to satisfy the tastes not only visual but also the needs of their owners. I saw potential diseases that could be solved so easily. It was the field and off. They regaled us with our passing by their houses, bread, grapes, peaches, pears. That aroma amplitude, vegetation, tranquility. Friendly people, talking with peace and sobriety, even when the need was pressing. Penalties that nobody looked in many years, and for now can not do anything against him.

Making interviews alone was not so difficult, although the diseases of people put me a little uneasy. I ate bread baked with butter, I took much natural juice and cold drinks and talked a lot with very friendly people. I think I missed a little more blunt, but as I noticed, but people need to speak out "inconsequential", needed to express themselves and feel that someone would visit and gave a little speech, which followed them. In the end, I think I did well.

We returned to camp early, ate again thanks to Junaeb, and I took a shower to remove dirt accumulated on the long walk. Then, I tried to relax a bit to get back out to survey a while within the village. I woke up three hours later, when everyone went out to buy things for the night, which I joined.

In the "Black Jose", I sought some fries, a peanut nougat and a Corona. You need to buy punch would do with the peaches they gave us and when we were coming back, the newly purchased chuico ended on the floor completely destroyed by the breaking of the handle. "He broke so many to the earthquake, one more ..." said business owner, and gave us a new one, without accepting our money. Responsible chuico of took all the jokes about the way back.

Prepared brew, and the sound of a flee, we began to have fun, to converse, to be cool, to laugh. Games arrived, they came more laughter, complicity, disloyalty we did not want to know, out of joy that we needed somewhere to meet our work, although it was not hard, had a sometimes emotional burden to bear.

I went to bed a little dizzy. Sitting in the cabin, I tried to think and do not suffer vertigo. But in thinking I was glad to be that way, full, happy, feeling and had a couple of fruit in the bag. For the coexistence that we had to hold was a result more of the field, which required patience and time to cultivate, but above all, the will and affection.

I prepared to sleep, happy, filled with the work being done, the reference to the people, concerning me. But there were important things to do, especially if they are not waiting.

Why not expected to reach a diagnosis.

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Leo Zuckermann

Was I on Friday, 9 April as "Jibarito", "overjoyed" at a bus bound for TNCs City Querétaro for the feast that was verified the next day at the home of "Black" devouring a cake of ham with gruyere cheese store-bought "delicacies" (the sandwiches are on these buses are raids) and taking half a bottle of Patel Azul, when I read that day's column in Excelsior Leo Zuckermann, I almost choke on a fucking mouthful.

The column title was "Who pays for the fat?, From click to trigger the" notable "graduate of Cide, with master's degrees from the Universities of Columbia and New York a rant, not the column title but about "Who pays the consequences of obesity-related diseases?" because I'm clear that the fat NOBODY in their right mind pay. Obese among which I find as I, as known and as all the studies on the subject (I measure 1.80 meters and weight 120 kgs), do not pay for fat, pay for food that eventually (and dessert) will make us fat (sometimes the next day as there are complications that come with a round cooperation to achieve this state.)

wrote "learned" columnist "It is unfair that the community pay the bill for the individual decision to eat like a fat pig. "First, the expression" eat like fat pig "referring to the form or quantity or quality of the diet of obese people, I consider offensive to all of us obese, this expression can not only come from a Gordofóbico, which like the homophobic, xenophobic, etc., are idiots who hate a certain group of people solely for a particular feature. Secondly suggests a series of "solutions" simplistic to reduce obesity, "stop selling soda and junk food in schools, special tax to such food, education, etcetera."

Zuckermann, in this society, nobody, wants to be big, we all want to have the body of Brad Pitt, correct, like Brad Pitt in the case of obese heterosexual man, as if you are male obese or not, but homosexual, the first sentence if applicable. It seems that your source in order to reduce weight is reduced to "willpower" or "decree the slenderness future" with this clear to me that your reading than books on economics, management and other technical issues have been books " self-help "do not believe it," want is not power ".. "Want nothing more is wanting."

Finally, given your position that the state should not pay for fat diseases caused by their obesity (hypertension, diabetes, etc.) "eat like pigs" as you call him, you thought that with this super stance, the state also must pay for respiratory diseases in all those who smoke, or diseases such as AIDS, herpes, chancroid or gonorrhea at all those people who have not used a condom during sex, or that it would save the wool that is spent on cancer patients, for consuming carcinogens! I suggest you structure your position, the post and who removes, for it will soon get a prestigious award in economics. Sincerely



NOT COME A fat like pigs, either in quantity or in a much less quality.

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The arrival

Awakening with the voice of a woman has never been bad. But it was surprising the level of authority with which you called lucidity. I noticed that, after shouting in the corridor when the woman quickly slipped into the bed under my cabin to loose a little bit longer. But ... who was sleeping there was Javito, what was she doing there?

I think that was what woke me. Then I realized that Maida was the girlfriend of Javito, and I was relieved to learn that he was snoring below. I went to the shower and I felt that I have gone to bathe with cold water in the morning. At breakfast, I returned the hot milk color, and instantly, we were traveling with my partner passages Population Corvi.

saw few realities as extreme as they are on the threshold, although we work much longer. Perhaps there was interesting medical records, but approached the right way, and housing, things looked pretty favorable. Then came the day that more could I talk to Andrew, my co-worker, who I had too much patience enduring my endless questions and inconsequential ramblings. He told me several things about our race, I lectured in many diseases while encuestábamos, and from time to time, I let go of some aspect of their life.

We spent almost all day to finish a small town, trying to keep people in some cases, trying to be diligent in others. At the end of the day, I noticed that my friend let out a little and was able to abandon its character as a doctor who cuts the cake, allowing some access to their world. I think he could enjoy a bit more work that seemed a bit tedious at first, and I feel that something good was all that in him. I was pleased to note that shared their experience with me, and not just With regard to medicine.

I could finally, and a little thanks to him, get me a little more in the group, share more with people, and to converse with them looser. Fish heads speak, we speak more serious things, we took a few turns to music, or the day's experiences. I filled my mouth dry as my partner, the things he taught me (and which obviously I will break this year in front of my friends) and told some stories juicy and rare in my life.

In a short time, I was just talking to Marie, another of the girls in the fifth, who as Andrew reminds me of someone from the past that I can not identify . With it we talked about why I'm in second and I was not mate them, and she tells me about his medical experience and vital. Too nice, finally the conversation for me was like an incentive to move forward. In his words, as in Andrew's during the day, I saw the future that awaits me always craved, after jumping the fence I have. My doubts also existed for them, their own desire and effort have been rewarded, despite the difficulties, and well, a lot of other things that were hidden deep inside me in the heart and now I will not draw. I thanked him for talking, as I did with Andrew the next day to open this little world, that perhaps for them not so great, but for me it was.

Then came the abstraction. Someone brought a Yiraki to boarding school and began to make it sound. I diluted in the Mena Nico pace imposed on a glass container, and is encompassed at intervals with which I held in a plastic bottle. The unison yiraki changed his intention, and so the rhythms are blended and complemented each other, in a somewhat magical connection, until either of you faltered and ended with the illusion. But best of illusion, in my view, is its end, it is the perfect stopped for long. It's like learning a new word, which gives you around for a long time in the head.

As the words of Andrew and Marie.

Tired, I went to bed. The next day, Andrew would go back to Santiago and have to slops to a group. Probably would have to work alone, and facing who knows what situation. But I felt it would be a good thing, not because he was alone, but because it would open new sides on which to think. The field always provides abundant fruit, and would have to go looking.

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: because you stopped the clock? WHY THE BRAVE

regard to the chronicle of the interview between Julio Scherer Garcia failed to their probable mothers cousin by Ismael Zambada García (respect for these characters is important if you have a slight love of life), a famous Mexican farmer and rancher assaulted me a question. Why in the photograph on the cover, cover Ismael clock? , There are two hypotheses, or wanted to cover the kind of clock or time wanted to cover at that time, a third hypothesis would seem to me exaggerated.

The first of these fit three possibilities, the first is that in May, wants to keep a low profile and brought a relojazo type or deputy union leader "of some tens of thousands of dollars, the second possibility of the first hypothesis is that on the contrary, Mr. Zambada is "ostentozón" and to this day brought a casio or something and the third possibility is that the Sales Process, decided not to advertise the brand of the watch and covered him for that he was "metieran a goal."

In the last case to avoid advertising a brand of watches, would process as a means with no journalistic work, their history (the process), I think that option is not much support.

For the first two possibilities denote what is your authority on Process Ismael Zambada, and it would have been easy to portray without a watch, but it seems that they spent the detail and only he could apply for photo editing. For the same history of this weekly, I also difficult to think that a source has authority over this medium.

What would contribute not have covered the clock on the cover, first time on the clock, but with this in the winter and summer schedules, or the quirks of some people to advance or delay watches a few minutes, the accuracy of this information would not be very reliable, anyway, for chronic as well as by light in the picture and the shadow of the brim of the hat over the face of Don Ismael, was day neither too early nor too late ... but either early or late, time is irrelevant.

Out of this quirk in the body language picture is conclusive, the Mayo is saying (almost taking advantage of dates), "This is my beloved son (Don Julio) in whom I have pleased" Matthew 3:17, Mr. Sherer For its part is confident and secure, perhaps even playing carom pocket, an activity that can not be done when it is a low stress.

I remember practicing this unique hobby when my father (who neither this nor was in heaven), I embraced a similar way in which Mr. Zambada shelters Don Julio, when chatting with some guy yours. From there I raised another question ... Who "speaks" the Mayo?, Who else is telling you?, "Look, whatever you want me to do it through my" beloved son "and is not going to stick with him for favor. No doubt the public relations department is very effective Ismael, got him home in one of the most pervasive media in "high places" of Mexican politics, had wanted the message got to the "mass" there are other means to pay for weddings of strangers.

Ultimately the only thing not clear is why they stopped the clock?, By the way the text of the interview Either read it or not, does nothing, or the brand of the watch, nor the exact time, or to whom the message is intended for use at the Don Julio as a partner, if the message is clear " do not mess with Don Julio "that Mayo and El Chapo are compadres ... and do not go to shit.