Queridos amigos y amigas:
Con muchos de ustedes fui a marchas y actos antes y despues del 83, todos mas o menos por lo mismo: verad y justicia, derechos para todos, un pais mejor. Con algunos de ustedes fui a ver a Alfonsin al cine de Hurlingham, cuando peleaba la interna de la UCR con De La Rua; con los mismos y muchisimos mas al obelisco y despues, el dia de la asuncion, a plaza de mayo; y a la plaza de nuevo en semana santa y a la plaza otra vez contra el indulto. Hoy, a la distancia, demasiado lejos de esa plaza y demasiado emocionado, tal vez, como para mandarle un correo a nadie responsablemente, siento que una parte de mi historia se ha ido, definitivamente, este dia.
Hoy aparecio esto en el sitio de la BBC y aunque no todos tienen por que compartir todo lo que se dice, me parecio bueno compartirlo:
I was one of the 'stolen children' in the dictatorship. The transition was not easy for me: I had to get used to another name, another birthday, everything. I still remember him receiving me in Olivos residence (the house of the President). I was a child, confused and sad. He was there, all time, sending me presents for my "true" birthday, sending me books with his handwriting that shaped who I am. The few times I saw him, I've felt I was in the front of a grandfather. He was not only a great leader, he was also a good man, a generous and warm person. Thanks to Alfonsin, I recovered my name, my birthday and my history. He recovered the country from the political tragedy, division and hate, he gave us hope and the dream of a better country. With his vision, generosity and sense of love and duty, he guided our nation to democracy, to the values of freedom, rights and dialogue. I have a huge debt to him. We're all in different ways, the sons and daughters of Raul Alfonsin.
Oscar, London
Besos y abrazos a todos
Fafi
Con muchos de ustedes fui a marchas y actos antes y despues del 83, todos mas o menos por lo mismo: verad y justicia, derechos para todos, un pais mejor. Con algunos de ustedes fui a ver a Alfonsin al cine de Hurlingham, cuando peleaba la interna de la UCR con De La Rua; con los mismos y muchisimos mas al obelisco y despues, el dia de la asuncion, a plaza de mayo; y a la plaza de nuevo en semana santa y a la plaza otra vez contra el indulto. Hoy, a la distancia, demasiado lejos de esa plaza y demasiado emocionado, tal vez, como para mandarle un correo a nadie responsablemente, siento que una parte de mi historia se ha ido, definitivamente, este dia.
Hoy aparecio esto en el sitio de la BBC y aunque no todos tienen por que compartir todo lo que se dice, me parecio bueno compartirlo:
I was one of the 'stolen children' in the dictatorship. The transition was not easy for me: I had to get used to another name, another birthday, everything. I still remember him receiving me in Olivos residence (the house of the President). I was a child, confused and sad. He was there, all time, sending me presents for my "true" birthday, sending me books with his handwriting that shaped who I am. The few times I saw him, I've felt I was in the front of a grandfather. He was not only a great leader, he was also a good man, a generous and warm person. Thanks to Alfonsin, I recovered my name, my birthday and my history. He recovered the country from the political tragedy, division and hate, he gave us hope and the dream of a better country. With his vision, generosity and sense of love and duty, he guided our nation to democracy, to the values of freedom, rights and dialogue. I have a huge debt to him. We're all in different ways, the sons and daughters of Raul Alfonsin.
Oscar, London
Besos y abrazos a todos
Fafi
