the early hours of March 24, 1976 I found the question had no answer.
Those who were in exile in Argentina, looking for a place to live and resist against dictatorship, in my case it was prey to my grandmother , a dictatorship that three years ago we Uruguay had a lot of resistance activity, as my parents, thought that the court had closed for ever. I could not know that a few months later a guy disappear, a victim of Operation Condor, or dismember my family nor I would live only in Argentina. Only felt that 24 was a farewell to a stage where the possibility of social change is closed in a way that promised to be long in time, as the size of my own life. sad, lonely, and final, as the last line of the brutal Chandler novel that served as the title to the Gordo best novel of Soriano.
Today, I realize that in one way or another we have resisted.
fortify Here I am
and men in my idea.
In that race like me
to suffer and cry,
enjoyment and happy and I despise
Like me!
From Goethe's Prometheus
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