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Hans, all other or Giambattista and history.

We who call ourselves human beings, we justify, sometimes life trying to find a hypothetical equilibrium with power. We played with the balance and do not want, as far as possible be slaves, nor want to be called tyrants. This mental construct called power, becomes a subtle and heavy veil that covers all areas of our lives.

Some power is exercised to be dignified, some just exercise it and are mere puppets in his hands. It is as with the humility they say he said San Francisco de Assisi, is a gift to know you have it ..., I lost irretrievably.

Nothing is casual, nothing.

I come from a story shared by many who already have more than forty years, children of Nestum, Cerelac nenerina, cream of rice, polly, "Oscar Mayer Sausage means, rich quality meat "-Aldemaro strikes again-many kraft mayonnaise, cheese whiz also the Kraft Heinz ketchup and / or Pampero, much, much Kool -Aid to now take away what bailao.

We were one shaman with a lot of skinned knees Zorro, Bonanza, High Chaparral, from thousands of rubber balls of "the bridge has fallen ..." , of "rice pudding I want ..." , gangs icing on mango trees, or what we are cross-Tarzana janes in clear rivers or long days on the beach with our ice cream or Uncle Rico Efe. Sopotocientos childhood, from Gilberto Correa topo Gigio and sending us to bed, tri-color magazine, my longed Togolo and completely inevitable Popy. Children who met the loach and we were completely happy vultures flying in a park at any time of day.

We are a generation that attended, "in situ" in the perfect setting for a black and white TV in the wonderful voice of Renny Ottolina, undaunted, transmission Apollo XI. Much Sandro, Piero, Manzanero, Churumbeles, Claudia de Colombia, Billo's, The Melodic, Leo Dan, all the Motown gringos and other regaled us with their gaudy hippies.

We support electoral campaigns where the ditty was more important than the content, play with the Pythian of piñerúa and we felt proud to be a very average middle class without any complex walking EACH halls, Central Madeidense or Victoria.

A motley crew that grew up with the power of the word, which was strengthened, in my case, under the shade of a pair of grandparents tell-all Grandparents are fairy- a generation that found the bingo, the innocent Minitheques, sunscreens for the insane at the point of Coca-Cola, Iodine, carrot, cinnamon, coconut oil as the note was made, like black beans, like lizards in the sun.

were times childcare book of Coronil Lya Imber. Just before 5 years found that each had to paint the little finger to show they were citizens of a country.

Among us spoke Italian, Portuguese, some in English, another few in French, Polish, Hungarian, Russian and even Chinese. And life went with Magellan, with its lions, with their tigers, with sharks, with their eagles and cardinals. All adecos, copeyanos, some hot heads But some of Mir and other MEP. But the Venezuelans with Polar or / and Zulia in hand.

And laugh was healthy, the air calm, came to the house, with an occasional start, but it came. And he laughed, was respected. I know, those were different times where the word, the direct eye gaze and word friendship was of value. The violence brought to us, at best, Tom & Jerry or the Roadrunner ... or "Alert" with Eladio Lares, when they finally wake up.

Something changed and no one knew.

I avoid, if possible, write about Venezuela. I do not know when it is worth a loaf of bread or the passage of Petare the Silence and is easy to be skinny or red in the cold harsh rojito Europe. My country is where I work, the that feeds me, where I sleep. In Venezuela, left, for more than 10 years, family, friends, love, smiles and tears. But I must not forget that its streets are my roots, the beginning of what was, what I am, of what surely will be.

Hans was not mistaken, never wrong ... the emperor, in his infinite arrogance, does not know who is naked, and will, perhaps more arrogant, under the pallium. Thousands of words have written and I hope the phrase Giambattista "verum ipsum factum " re-enforced.

Nothing is forever, not tears.

Laureano writing is a gift, a gift at all pleasant, it is not easy to live with thousands of voices and inventing future events. I always look hungry your writing. Reading makes me smart intelligent people.

All the best for you.

PS: The picture is the flag of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela in Hungary , I took less than a year ago. Note the rotic, I swear it's not Photoshop.