is very difficult to express what it feels these circumstances. Generationally, for which oscillate around the border of thirty years, and Nestor Kirchner Kirchner represented the ability to see with our own eyes that it was possible to turn the direction the country was from, probably the failure of the project Alfonsin.
grew during the Menem administration and always will, because those early years left an indelible mark- some of that apathy and cynicism in our cultural unconscious. We joined the labor market when there was no labor market. Our sentimental education was among the ruins of a devastated country, and so precarious, the unemployed, unbelievers, leathery skin with poorly, we get to Kirchner to the presidency.
No one knew him. Not voted anyone. Duhalde was the candidate, who had come through the defection of many others: a president for disposal. Yesterday someone told me, "was exceptional among the exceptional." It's true. Sometimes these things occur. Kirchner ran left to society, but to understand where the gaps were and where the social demands of a ruined country could be channeled. That being said so far, that already sounds like a cliche, the "return of politics", decoding involves sensitive and robust, a little crazy but not crazy what a fucked up company needed at that time, although not I knew, but did not know.
We did, in these years, the harder the free exercise of our generational cynicism, and that is something we will thank you forever. We had to go back, necessarily, on that certain etched in the 90's: "everything is shit." We were surprised over the years recognized as official, albeit at a meeting hich the balls to a partner miserable. Quite a task for which we were raised in the years where politics was something that appeared in celebrity magazines. Kirchner brought us shame and forced us to rethink ourselves as citizens.
What the hell is the Anses? What are deductions? What do the joint? We grew up looking at Chacho and Grace in the study of key time, saying "corruption" as the watchword of the poor in Argentina. That was the horizon videopolitics to shape our perspective. Menem was a son of a bitch because cats are picked up and became a track at his home in Anillaco. Lanata pedagogy and company taught us to find the source of the national crisis in the affidavits. In 2001 he flew into a thousand pieces all that. Kirchner, the stranger, who took office with a bandage on his forehead - and I leave symbols to those who believe in these things - speeding and untidy rebuilt a new scenario. We started talking about other things, we go the unknown ways by the state.
To close, and now I speak in the singular, I feel that with his death closes a cycle started in 2001: the sentimental and political arch of my (our) entry into adulthood. It is impossible to know how deep is the gap left. It's easy, however, be sure it will be very difficult to fill.
grew during the Menem administration and always will, because those early years left an indelible mark- some of that apathy and cynicism in our cultural unconscious. We joined the labor market when there was no labor market. Our sentimental education was among the ruins of a devastated country, and so precarious, the unemployed, unbelievers, leathery skin with poorly, we get to Kirchner to the presidency.
No one knew him. Not voted anyone. Duhalde was the candidate, who had come through the defection of many others: a president for disposal. Yesterday someone told me, "was exceptional among the exceptional." It's true. Sometimes these things occur. Kirchner ran left to society, but to understand where the gaps were and where the social demands of a ruined country could be channeled. That being said so far, that already sounds like a cliche, the "return of politics", decoding involves sensitive and robust, a little crazy but not crazy what a fucked up company needed at that time, although not I knew, but did not know.
We did, in these years, the harder the free exercise of our generational cynicism, and that is something we will thank you forever. We had to go back, necessarily, on that certain etched in the 90's: "everything is shit." We were surprised over the years recognized as official, albeit at a meeting hich the balls to a partner miserable. Quite a task for which we were raised in the years where politics was something that appeared in celebrity magazines. Kirchner brought us shame and forced us to rethink ourselves as citizens.
What the hell is the Anses? What are deductions? What do the joint? We grew up looking at Chacho and Grace in the study of key time, saying "corruption" as the watchword of the poor in Argentina. That was the horizon videopolitics to shape our perspective. Menem was a son of a bitch because cats are picked up and became a track at his home in Anillaco. Lanata pedagogy and company taught us to find the source of the national crisis in the affidavits. In 2001 he flew into a thousand pieces all that. Kirchner, the stranger, who took office with a bandage on his forehead - and I leave symbols to those who believe in these things - speeding and untidy rebuilt a new scenario. We started talking about other things, we go the unknown ways by the state.
To close, and now I speak in the singular, I feel that with his death closes a cycle started in 2001: the sentimental and political arch of my (our) entry into adulthood. It is impossible to know how deep is the gap left. It's easy, however, be sure it will be very difficult to fill.
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