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The child's father.

"We are all equal but some are more equal than others" , said my grandmother, "The Philosopher" ... of course, back then, I did not understand.

happens and it happens very close to my home in one of the very modest hotels around Lake Leman, those who collect galaxy of stars in its pediment, presented an unusual scene. Completely out of tune screams meantime marble, draped Lange & Söhne little watch, diamond necklaces, necklaces that seem anatomical subtlest and miles of silk.

The address of the Hotel President Wilson, so unusual, she called the police because one of his exquisite suites came such nonsense.

And the police arrived. Upon entering the suite met a Tunisian woman, a Moroccan, completely beaten, attacked. After clarifying that "no kid gloves" for celebrities, the Swiss authorities proceeded to arrest, nothing more and nothing less than Hanibal Gaddafil.

Gaddafil Hanibal, youngest son of Libyan revolutionary leader, had assaulted two of his servants. Along with Hannibal was his wife, Aline, nine months pregnant. They were in Geneva waiting humbly, the birth of their child .*

After two nights in prison, and after paying 300,000 euros bail, Hanibal Gaddafil flying back to Libya on Thursday 17 July. Asish her sister, lawyer, was presented in Geneva to warn biblically: "We will apply the policy of eye for eye, tooth for tooth"

To close the gossip, domestic workers, since that day, found unaccounted for, protected, with all that that entails, from the Swiss authorities.

This whole story is worthy Hola or a vulgar chronicle of events, but has become an entire diplomatic problem, involving the Quai d'Orsay, the Foreign Ministry French government. Last week the Swiss government acknowledged the existence of "a crisis" . The reason for this crisis is to be found on the side of Tripoli, where during the week an escalation of reprisals arising from the arrest of the young Gaddafi has continued to increase against the Swiss embassy.

A pair of Swiss citizens are being held in Libya accused of "immigration illegal . Both have been denied access to consular protection. Have canceled two-thirds of the flights between Libya and Switzerland. Suddenly requiring a visa to Swiss citizens and it is likely to suspend shipments of oil and gas. Rumor of the withdrawal of Libyan accounts in Swiss banks, the ban on Swiss-flagged ships that can be illogical, there are docking at ports-of Libyans and a few relevant etcetera.

course, all this back to normal, if the Swiss government has "Formal apology."

For m erce Chevalier, spokesman for the French Foreign Ministry, announced that Paris "observed this situation very carefully" , and warned the Libyan authorities "consequences negative effects of this escalation could be for everyone ". The Swiss government, "Swiss" , trust out of this nonsense. The President of the Swiss Confederation, Pascal Couchepin, announced on July 28 his intention to meet his Libyan counterpart. "Please do not condemn, but to find a solution to this situation."

Around here, summer is almost pornographic. Geneva is preparing to celebrate, from 31 July to 10 August, its annual "Fêtes de Genève" , which I have called "The Feast of the cloth." me explain. Geneva has been flooded with any number of women, black sheets, with the majority, covering everything sinful, thousands of yards of fabric walk as stains, like shadows across the city. They, their owners, are to dress according to the heat and summer. Them with amazing big eyes and red lips, with that heavy mop and unlikely earrings, that's not counting any number of children and their strollers.

All my feminist friends died, like fish out of water, if they saw such a spectacle.

Big money runs, vulgar and shameless, in the world. The double standard is paid in euros, dollars, diamonds, oil - to 100 dollars a barrel offered Chavez to Spain. All forgotten, and franelita smile, which showed AlóPresidente yesterday. By the way was given to the King for nothing more and nothing less than Bush. What, no? - stained glass, gold, Swiss francs and favors skin.

Having seen, I think some of them enjoy their role ..., reality or even beyond me, at my age-I have the tools and accept some things. To complain about, living in the city of tolerance. Samuel P. Huntington already said. The clash of civilizations strikes again, and I live in the middle of it.

All the best for you.

* Staying in the imperial suite of the Hotel President Wilson in Geneva, Switzerland, costs a whopping $ 33,000. The world's most expensive rooms, according to the Guinness Book of Records, has an elevator, four bedrooms with views of Lake Geneva, a study room, a dressing room, a lounge with pool table, library and a room for a drink, among other princely luxury. Viva revolution.

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is not easy to write about him, indeed, I have more than three months of trying, thinking what to write. No remedy the muses, memories, anecdotes do not agree. So many moments, many moments and to discover another nuance of the word love.

is to see and enjoy, how he puts his face red apple. His shy and nervous smile mischievous look. His eyes, his look that I love, which never ceases to fascinate me, for more than 30 years.

And here I am, as I write, reminding smiling in different areas of their lives, their skin, shining and it looks fake. Of as her voice and her smile was changing wisdom acquired over the years.

Once I make up as clown costume that all dream ever wear or use. I remember sitting on a sideboard, while waiting, just deadly, they gave me those costumes libérrimos Galician pipers, what you do for a mother.

_Disculpe, but where he bought that doll?

and asked a local lady was silent. As if the weather decides to get a break.

_Cuál doll? replied the owner of the premises, with great curiosity and even shocked by the absurdity of the question.

_Ese ...

Suddenly he heard the cry of the inquisitive lady, when she realized, that this clown was just a kid, absolutely catatonic.

It has been there since childhood.

Like any human relationship, we had our best and our far less, it was not easy, for example, have it sitting on a table to finish watching the soup dripping all over her clothing. I have killed at least about four million times and worship a zillion million.

is to see him leave, for a fool and confident, that terrible place in Caracas and embraced without telling us and tell us everything.

is knowing it's there, varied with his philosophy and his eyes.

is knowing that one eye was playful and has a letter horrible, horrible. Reaching pathetic.

is knowing that your butt is swollen, his walk is as unique as his humor, that if you step on an ant lining the floor, his smile is ironic that I learned, ja, ja, ja- shearing the hair cut from him

is to know that his shyness is directly proportional to his huge heart, not eating after 6 years and was insufferable as a teenager.

is knowing so many things ...

is remembering that he was born 6 months, weighing over two kilos, which lasted a month in an incubator, is suffered sleepless nights, is to have my mother for 2 weeks in bed, with rubella, and he with just more than a month old, like a dried frog with long coat, which could be a complete study of blood vessels and joints without desiccating.

is washing diapers. It is hate, forever and ever, in 1976 ... disposable diapers came to Venezuela in early 77. And now I say, my friends beginners, to bathing and diapering a baby is ultra hard ... I come to me with tales of the road. I certainly do not repeat the experience in my life. I also know that is just blah-blah-blah from me.

Back to the story.

I vomited, I urinated, I prepared the NAN, the S26, the nenerina, I heard wonderful concerts with their ERUT, I showed him walking and aeiou, I took him to school, I took him to the movies, he slept I gave him to eat, fight-and how- I spoke to did not speak, I sent it to shit, shit sent me, we hugged, we cried, we laughed, we went to fight and all those wonderful things that make a big brother to his younger brother.

_Ustedes are brothers?

a lady asked us point-blank.

Stupid question, I thought. If we do not seem physically at all. He ruddy altote, awesome and I as close to Turkish-with apologies to the Turks.

_Yes ... why? responded more courtesy than anything else.

_Tiene, incredibly, the same eyes and the same look.

This has been one of the beautiful gifts of life, knowing that I have your eyes, your eyes.

Now I'm fucked for life. Every time you hear the Triumphal March from Aida, The Alleluia of the Messiah. By association libertine ideas, I will remember him as that song to show you as a child and that life will be forgotten.

proud I was his best man. I personally apologize for this post ... is that my child was a cap and gown. He is a lawyer.

Juan Carlos I love you.

You know how he gets one, silly, corny, with children, that gives you life, when we celebrate their successes.

All the best for you.

PS: I have three brothers . Galleguísimos them. Every time I look in the mirror, I see Juan Carlos, in my eyes. See also, my brother Roberto Luis Antonio-yes ... implies the three-, I smile and I, a brother, Manuel Arturo, my voice. My three sons, the three of them ... I changed diapers, cloth-are more than my brothers.