Ratier, Villeros y villas miseria

"La villa es una realidad distinta [al combentillo], cuyas raices se hunden en el pasado nacional. Y de repente Buenos AIres de da cuenta que ella (y no la villa) también es America." p 15 Ratier 1972 Villeros y Villas Miseria, Buenos Aires :CEAL
El exito de integrar al extrangero al pais (por medio de un colonialismo cultural) comienza resquebrajarse cuando "en la ciudad irrumpa chocante y violenta la presencia del país no borrado, encerrado en los límites de la villa miseria" (24)... La ciudad es habitat del inmigrante y sus hijos y la campaña aloja aun al remanente de población autóctona. Gringos serán los comerciantes, los empleados, hasta los policías. Gringos también los obreros que traen de Europa una experiencia de lucha y que sentarán las bases -ante la oposición y crítica de las capas dominantes - de nuestras primeras organizaciones sindicales. Sus contingentes se van renovando periodicamente, y con ellos llegan nuevas doctrinas (el anarquismo y el marxismo entre ellas) que dan base ideologica a sus sueños y reivindicaciones. Las elites - que a veces suelen volverse oportunamente nacionalistas, las denominan "foraneas" como si las doctirnnas que sustentan sus propias tesis no lo fueran.
Esto tambien trae el problema de la "dificultad" de unificar la clase obrera (cita a un documento del Partido Comunista). "Las direccions de estos partidos de estos partidso obreros han estado prinipalmente en manos de intelectuales peque;o burgueses que adhierieron principalmente siempre, (...( a las concepciones históricas de las élites dominantes e ignoraron la existencia de la gran masa de población nativa, que jamás se sintió interpretada por ellos. Al margen de las teorias e interpretaciones la población del interior iba haciendo su experiencia hstorica en las duras condiciones del minifundio, el obraje quebrachero propiedad de las compañías inglesas, de los ingenios de Salta, Jujuy y Tucuman. su conciencia lo iba llevando hacia el apoyo de los grandes movimientos nacionales como el yrigoyenismo y el peronismo, a los que los partidos de izquierda se opusieron. El pueblo advertía con lucidez el contenido antiimperialista de tales movimientos y los enriquecía con su participación." (24-25)
Pero "caeriamos en el mismo raismo que criticamos" si se piensa que politicamente gringos y criollos se alineaban en distintos bandos políticos.
Aunque persistan elementos traídos de sus países de origen por los nmigrantes - que l atmosfera europeizada del Buenos Aires anterior a 1930 contribuirá mantener -, el proceso de aaptación y adopcion de las tradiciones nacionales se opera con bastante éxito." (25)
Bastante se ha pomocionado desde las esferas oficiales la panacea inmigratoria, nuestra condición de blanco y eurpeos como garantía de prosperidad creciente." (26)

p 28 Villas y peronismo. Cita Entrevista: villas inicialmente como lugar de paso, casas precarias por que son temporarias, no hay hambre, gente pasea por el centro.

p 29 planes de vivienda con el peronismo hacen que las villas dejen de ser transitorias. a su vez la oposicion (dirios delas elites) propicia la vuelta al campo de los "intrusos".

p 30 31 villas asociadas a Peron Decadas del 30 y 40 "Cuando comienzan a arbitrarse soluciones y el villero se ve en condicones, por acción de gobierno, de habitar una casa o un departament, aparece a leyenda negra de los monobloques.Vale la pena detenerse en ella por que constituye uno de los infundios de mas larga vida en el folklore de las clases dominantes" Lo que se cuenta es que cuando villeros ocupan monobloques levanta parquet para hacer asado, simebran en las bañaderas y venden broncería. El se dedica a ver si la historia tienen fundamento, no hay referencias periodisticas ni gente de los monobloques que atestigue que esto es cierto. "La falsa historia es explicable. Se trata del rechazo al nuevo tipo de obrero y expresaba el concepto de que otorgar viviendas dignas a "esa gente" constituía un derroche inutil." (31) "Como caracterización general del período parecería que el villero en la época peronista no era visualizado como un factor social tan diferecniaso del resto de la gente que padecía el problema de la carencia de vivienda en el país. Era un pore en ascenso, en transito hacia otra realidad social, cuyo ascenso a otro tipo de vida era cuastion de tiempo. Al caer Peron, se convierte en precioso objeto de estudio para los antagonistas " (31-32)

p 32 1950 polarizacion de clases dentro del pernismo, mas migracion interna y limitrofe y crecimiento de villas (10% y quintuplica la poblacion).

p 33 "Villa es un termometro de la pauperización del país"
p 34 historia de vida de corrientes a capital

History of the fort II

In the 1978 that the world soccer championship was played in Argentina during the bloodiest of the military dictatorships. The military government took this chance to initiate a campaign to respond to the international concerns with the human rights violations being commited by the Junta (see Taylor 200..). As part of that campaign there was a new attampt to clean shaty towns from the city, or at least to evacuate the most visible ones and hide others. One villa known as Ciudad Oculta (litaraly "Hidden City") had a wall built around it so that from the "outside" of the vilal one could not see the inside of poor houses and deficient infraestracture (see Scorer 20...), separating people in the inside form people from the outside. The wall was also interrupting movement from different points of the villa connecting it to the rest of the cityand restricted people movements to get in and out through fewer points. Ver algo mas sobre ciudad oculta.

As part of this campaign a new attempt was made to empty the most uncompfortable of all shanty towns, the villa 31, that borderes the train station Retiro at the centre of the city only a few blocks away from aristocratic Recoleta neighbourhood, and the financial district. It was a big group of people form this villa some of the people arriving to the fuerte apache that V remembers as the big arrival of "unknown" people. It was them who also renamed for a short time Fuerte apache as Padre Mugica, a priest from the so called third world movement who worked mostly with the villa 31 people, and who was killed in 1974. for V that was turning point in the Furte, as form then on he was less compfortable in that place. He mentions that the new commers did not practice solidarty, some of them were immigrants from other countries and that some of them robbed as a way of life, what for him was the responsible for the neighbourhood to get stigmatized as a bad place. During that period V continued to be an activist in the first indigenist movements of the country, with the companion of a calchaqui indigenous person from the province of Salta but who had arrived as achild to the city and he had met at the Hotel de los Inmigrantes, they founded the AIRA an attempt to create a unified indigenous association at the national level. He recognizes he was never a front person as he does not like to talk in public, and he was not into establishing realtions with political parties as others in the associations were. At all times his main interest was to define what is an indigenous thinking and look for ways to be able to live according to that. In spite of this side position, he became a well known person in this growing indigenist movemnt and participated in multiple meetings, worked to solve conflicts in different regions and was part of a generation of leaders.

In the 1980s a big group of Toba from the Chaco arrived to the Fuerte and contacted V to ask if he thought they could take some empty shops in el fuerte. V instructed that they had to act wisely, "they had to act all together, otherwise if it was only a single family they would get eveicted, they had to occupy at night and stay in there for many days untill the police would accept their precense." he explained to me. The group of 4 families, among which Z family was did as they were instructed and lived in the shops for several years. V and others living in the shops explained that soon neighbours started to recognized the area as the palce of the "indians" and in spite of their small number they got some fame in and outside the Fuerte.

Z narrates that once he asked for a remise (private car acting as a taxi) and when the men arrived he was asking if it was true that in there where indians living there. Z happy of not being recognized as one replied that, that was true and that he could go to the other side to see them. But then when his daughters arrived, young and well known for being pretty he said "here are the indians, I am an indian too and my daughters are indians. Here you have them. you have met the indians." At this point of his account he would laugh in a loud voice explaining how the remisse driver was shocked to see "he was talking with an indian all the time" adn how the converstaion followed by him asking if they were really indians becasue they did not look like ones. Appart form the way racial steroetypes were playing in the interaction of this group of families and the other neighbours, this narrative shows that in spite of the small number of people the tobas were having a particular visibility in the Fuerte.

[He also clarified how he always surprised people when he said he was an indian because he doesn't look like one, as he is the son of a Toba woman who was fond of gringos and so got pregnant of a man of polish descent she met during cotton harvest in the chaco but then did not see again. Z expalins how he and espacially his daughters whom he describes as being "so blond" even they have brown hair, are most of the times not recognized as indigenous and in turn are "discriminated in the neighbourhood for being white". Note: this does probably not go here]

It was in the 1980 that Jose de Ser is said to have named the neighbourhood the Fort (see clarin, y nota Alarcon en Pagina). It was the turn of Z oldest daughter, a women with a strong personality, recently separated from her partner, and in her forties, with whom we made a very long life history, who illuminated on the story of how the Fort became named in that way. I asked other people about this story and I got not a robust affirmation nor a drastic denial. Even if the story is not "representative" of the dominant narratives about the collective experience in the fort I still find it representative of the experience the Toba families and in particular this intermediate generation was having in the 1980 at the monoblocks. In particular in regards with the way they were engaging with slippery forms of identification as "indigenous" in the city, in a tension in which they self identify in some instances but also prefered not to be identifed in others. Overall these families were making meaning about being tobas distant form the "source" of experience and place of identification, the chaco. At the same time they were confronting the effects of their bodies being a racial index of a generalized poor marginal urban inhabitant while they also recognized the complex set of asociations whenever they were recognized and interpelated as indigenous by other urban dweller.

Sara was then the one who told me how the whole neighbourhood gained it's name of Fuerte Apache after them, a group of 6 toba families. It was during a shooting between the police and a band of Chileneans who have made a major strike. The shooting with the police had started elsewhere (she does not remember) and then the band had run to search for refuge in the neighborhood at home in the nudo 3, the same in which they were living. The band occupied an apartment in a upper floor so once they were there they started shooting the police from the windows. The shooting took several hours and attracted the media, among whom was Jose de Zer, a well known journalist for his sensationalist style. According to police declarations the band of the Chileneans was out of reach once they were in the towers, because it was almost impossible for the police to enter the neighbourhood as other bands would ally with them and shoot the police. In addition Sara explains that Jose de Zer found out from the police that the building were the Chileneans were, was occupied by "indians" living in the ground level and who were evidently protecting the thefts. Then is when according to Sara Jose de Ser said his famous line that ended up giving an infamous name to the neighbourhood for ever. Something in the line of : "This part of the city is like the far West. Thefts get into the towers and become protected as if insede a Fort, this is an Apache Forte were the police nor the law can enter." Sara explains that someone among the toba families still kept the newspaper article in which they name the Toba families as responsible for defending the criminal bands in the Fort. Her explanation was highly spatial too. They, the Tobas were on the ground level and the thefts on the tower. The indians were thus the first protective line, creating a shield to the building, the thefts the shooters form above. Tower thus is literally how they call the building and also a reference to the defensive tower in a fort.

The shooting between a band call Los Chilenos and the fact that it was Jose de Zer the first to name the neighbourhood in that way is confirmed by journalist sources (see Alarcon 2008). While other point to the movie "Fort Apache, The bronx" as the cultural reference to the naming of neighbourhood (see Camps 2000).

This narrative of points to at list two points: the impact of the Tobas living in Buenos Aires was of very important dimensions, not only forthe "average" city dweller and the police, but also for the neighbours of the Fort themselves who pointed to this small group of people as an other within the other; the recognition and affection this interpelation was generating among the Toba families. It is this

As Taussig has signaled the indians are both mysterious and regarded as powerful (also Mary Douglas would say this because of unclasifyable nature). "Indians" are strange, are feared for their power to fight, and interestingly matched with a mediatic indian. The tobas and the Fort become a space of exteriority understood by the reference of to a foundational violence of North American society and transmited by media especially TV: the Far West, as a space, and to the Apache Indians, as its subjects. It is not a surprise then that a popular and sensationalist journalist choses a Tv cultural reference to describe an event taking place in Buenos Aires, a city imagined itself as white, western (in the 1980s and 1990 the US becomes a strong cultural reference when before that France was mostly the references to what Buenos Aires wanted to be) and non-latin american. The Chaco "indian" is not even conflated with a latin american indian, or with the presence of "latin americaness" in the city, but has to be codified as the North American "barbaric" character par excellance: The Apache indian. [parragraph to be polished]



List of references for this chapter
Ratier Cabecita Negra
Ratier Villeros y villas miseria
Verbinsky Villa Miseria tambien es America Latina (fiction)
Alarcon Cuando me muera quiera que me toquen cumbia
Alarcon nota 2008 Barrio Fuerte newspaper article pagina 12
Camps, 2000 Fuerte APache newspaper article Clarin
Svampa Cambio de epoca, Los que ganaron, Entre la ruta
Tamagno Ser Toba en la casa
Buscar Wright 2002 El chaco en Buenos Aires
Scorer, J 2007 Nomadic City
Gorelik, Bs As
Ciudad Oculta
Interviews V, S, J, Z

History of the fort

The history of Fuerte apache is not disengaged with the history of the toba people in Buenos Aires. In the life history of the oldest person living in the neighborhood, also the first person in the neighborhood to come to Buenos Aires he presents his own personal trajectory closely related to the one of the fort.

(Check life history of V)
He first arrived in Buenos Aires to leave in Dock Sud, one infamous port neighborhood, and weeks after he had arrived the neighborhood had a big fire. Many families were relocated to the Hotel de los inmigrantes, and then he went back to Dock Sud. From there he was aided by a group of university students to pose a demand for housing and land along with other neighbors. He recognizes himself as one of the leaders of the demand and as working closely with the students to put the paperwork together and negotiate with the government, at the time a peronist government. They were asking for permanent housing which was going to take some time to be built. It was at that point that V explains that they started a new stage in the building the "fort" in order to relocate a number of people living in shanty towns.

This coincides with media information’s that recognizes the neighborhood as a result of military governments attempts to eradicate or at least to hide the shantytowns. If apparently the first building were end of 1960 during a Ongania dictatorship, it is more certain that it received relocated shanty town dwellers in 1973 (clarin 31.10 2000 http://edant.clarin.com/diario/2000/10/31/s-03101.htm). After that there was an intermediate democratic period in which the neighbors renamed it "barrio Padre Mugica" after a recently killed third world priest. Before the 1978 world cup played in Argentina and in the period of the last and most violent military dictatorship new period of building apartments was undertaken to empty shanty towns that would be visible for tourists and international press and the plan was to relocate families in that area.

This history of being a place built to relocate shanty towns is probably one of the reasons why the Fuerte and the monoblocks themselves are considered "villa" in an ambiguous extension of a place name, that seems to refer more to a population than to an architecture or the availability or not of services. In any case it shows that in spite the supposed intention of the government was to end the existence of such marginal places in fact it was rein scribing and producing more of such places. It also shows that for the people living in the villas the stigma of aileron is not something easy to remove. Having a job, but also moving from a single room house made of cardboard and plastics to an apartment with running water and electricity in a 10 story building would not warranty them to get away from the stigma of being "villeros".

The responsible of the demand were living in precarious houses, a type of house identifies as the defining house of a villa and of rural to urban migrants, made with recycled pieces of wood, cardboards and plastics, and thought as a temporary, and thus part of the negotiation was to be relocated in temporary houses (he describes them as nice houses but small and made of wood) in Espeleta a neighborhood to the south of the conurbano. That temporary emplacement actually became their home for several year, to the point that when the neighborhood in ciudadela was ready to receive them as new inhabitants, many families preferred to stay at that place and not move. He says that even this idea crossed his mind, after having demanded so strongly for the place he could not back up at that point.

It was in the mid 1970s (V does not remember the exact year) that he and other people were taken to inhabit the fort. According to his narrative the distribution of the apartments was not as orderly as they had expected, they just let them go and get inside a house and that would be theirs. He and his family looked for the first they could enter and there they stayed. After they were inside they were given keys and property titles. Some people were luckier to get three bedroom apartments, while they got in a two bedroom.

El fuerte - The Fort

(Good compilation of videos and basic information of the neighborhood here)


I stopped to watch the soccer court. A group of teenagers was playing a serious match; at least they looked concentrated and organized, with full teams on both sides. The younger kids and some girls watched as they stood beside the court. The sky was of a dark-grey, it announced a storm and made the synthetic green grass of the court glow with increased intensity. I wondered if the match would still go on during the time of the final game of 2010 FIFA Soccer World Cup. "The court was a recent donation of Carlitos Tevez" Z explained to me. "that is where the old dust court where he started playing used to be, he lived over that building just over the court" "That is nice of him, has he ever came back ?" "Yes he does. All the time, we were expecting to get to the final and won the cup. In that case Tevez said he would pay for beer and burgers to everyone in the barrio who went to the burger cart on the corner. That is where he used to go for beers after his games. The owner ended up being a good friend of his. Now people went to see the Argentinean games over there." Tevez is the one celebrity of the Fuerte both a pride for the neighborhood and a figure that has made the neighborhood popular as he frequently talks about his origins in the interviews. From his humble origins playing in the dust court where the pressure of betting was part of the game and where he had to confront players carrying arms in the waist, he then started playing at one of the big clubs and turned into one of the best players in Argentina. He was sold to the Manchester United were he became internationally renounced. The people that have lived in the Fuerte where happy to talk to me about him and would tell me anecdotes with him when we were talking about the life in Fuerte. I also used it as a topic of conversation to decenter the negative connotations of the Fuerte and explore if they had positive aspects and experiences about it too. Unfortunately for the burger eaters, the Argentinean team under the command of Diego Maradona did not make it further than to the "octavos" and that day the final was between the Netherlands and Spain.


"That building over there the number four is where we used to live. We could watch the games from the balcony. That balcony is where my deceased wife spent most of the day, washing clothes and hanging them, and then sitting to take a few mates and keep an eye over our kids playing bellow. It was the part of our house where she felt most comfortable, as in the Chaco we spend most of our day outside and it was really hard for her to live in such a small and enclosed place." "Can I take a picture of you Z and the court and the building where you used to live behind?" "Sure" he said taking a step behind and posing for two seconds. But as I took my old automatic film camera, (a camera I had especially taken that camera thinking an old camera would not draw the attention over me as a journalist), he changed his mind. "Ok wait, better not, someone might get upset, put it away" he said suddenly being protective and assuming his role of warranting a calm visit to the neighborhood.

We walked pass the court in the direction of the buildings he had just pointed. We got to the corridors of the "nudo" (buildings complex) where his daughter lives. Orientation was complicated for me as buildings are all of a similar style and with multiple accesses just as any complex of buildings of the same style and with not a traditional distribution around roads but organized in blocks. Apart from the presence of the gendarmeria, so far el Fuerte was a place where I was not feeling much different than in any other working class neighborhood I had visited. We walked up a staircase to the second floor, the concrete walls and floor quickly connected me with that architecture I knew pretty well as a 1970 style and which the connect with the dictatorship. As we went up I could see other common element in the suburbs: metal screens protecting the doors and windows. For me it was a paradox that the middle class uses those screens to protect from the "poor", and when one is in a working class or marginal neighborhood you see that same element that distances families form the "threats" now displaced to the street.

A smiling late twenties woman opened the door; with her free hand she holed a 6 month old baby. Her hair was wet and smelled as conditioner. I did not take out my coat as I insisted in returning to the market to buy empanadas for all of us so that we did not generate work to our host, but she insisted she wanted to cook for us and show us what a great cook she is. She added that her father loves her food so she wanted to treat him in his visits to her. She made us sit down and I regretted I had not taken more food with me and handed in a big chocolate and a pudding for desert I had taken. Her two kids came out of the room where they both sleep and where they were playing, the older girl is in fourth grade and is the best of her class her mother explained, the boy is still in kindergarten. Her husband came out of the other room, the second one of the rooms; he also greeted us with very warm smile. He was instructed by his wife over what drinks to buy and where to get the bread: the second nudo for bread as is cheaper and better there and just the downstairs locales for coke. He left with an umbrella as it had started to rain.

The house was warm in spite of the chilly and wet weather. A small dining table and several chairs around took half of the living area where there was also a dish cabinet, a regular cabinet and a computer table with a computer. As the husband was leaving he told his daughter to put down the volume of the TV and to play some music. The girl turned the computer on and selected a playlist; the sound came out from the music centre speakers.

She started preparing coffee, a drink that I have learned to associate with more "urban" toba families, as what is most common is that any toba family will offer you mate as soon as you sit down to chat. Mate is also the wide spread drink of all Argentinean rural areas, being part of the basic courtesy gesture to offer you a well prepared and warm mate whenever you visit someone. She also asked if we wanted something else for a late breakfast. Meanwhile she started cooking; she was finishing a Bolognese sauce for pasta she would prepare. Her husband returned a couple of minutes later with fresh bread and coke.

We chatted about the soccer game and about her wedding two years ago as the daughter showed me some pictures in the computer. Her husband came back with the groceries, he changed the TV channel form a children's movie into the transmission of the game. He commented in being happy for getting cable TV a few months ago, they had more than 100 channels now, it was not so expensive as it was a special deal for the whole of the apartments of the block, but you still need to pay to watch TV he commented as he started laying the table. We talked about what each of them were doing these days, she is taking care of the children but she does other stuff in the side, she sells clothes, and cooks. Her husband, after doing several jobs, started working on a maintenance company. He was happy to have a job where they got to do a number of varied tasks; he had a very good relation with his boss who many times gave him the left over materials to take to improve his house. In fact beside the kitchen he had pilled a full floating wooden floor he was hoping to install in his next house, or sell it. L enquired about what job her younger siblings were having and how they were doing in them, they discussed how much money each of them was making, if there was any chance of getting better and how they were thinking of investing their salary. Z explained the younger was saving for Nike sneakers and the older wanted to get a TV.

At one point L's husband asked about my relation with Z, L explained that I was one of the language students of his father. "Are you a journalist?" "Kind of that. I am an anthropologist." was my reply. I immediately realized that as much as the barrio Toba is harassed by anthropologists along with other people interested in the "indigenous", the fort was continually being approached by journalists that want to portrait "true life" in the supposedly most dangerous place in the country. It was no surprising that L's husband was equating mi visit and interest in the fort to the voyeuristic interest of the media. Apart of the wonderful hosts they were being I was even more grateful that they were receiving me at their place so openly. I explained about an interest on Toba's migration to the city and to get to know all the places where they have lived, but that rose no particular interest.

I went to the kitchen as L finished preparing the meal. AS she chopped the meat and stir- fried it for a few seconds she told me how when Z moved to the "toba barrio" she never really moved with them, she was only there for two months in which she went back and forth to the Fuerte. By then she was too used to living there and that is the place where she feels at home. She understood her family wanted to move as they had more space over there but could not join them even when she tried. Her older sister C (now also living in the toba barrio) stayed in an apartment with her boyfriend's family, as well as the eldest of the brothers who was living in the "villa" of the fort (a group of precarious houses built in empty lots in between the monoblocks mostly to host either relatives of the people in the apartments or younger couples starting their own) who lived there with a girlfriend and their baby.

She explained that the toba neighborhood was too far away from the city and to sources of work, it was too isolated. In addition she did not agree the barrio was a safer place, as the only time she got robbed it was in the toba barrio and not in there. That is why she gets very angry when people portrait it as a dangerous place and a place of criminals and criminal activity. I agreed about how the press presents marginal neighborhoods when most of the people there go to work every day. She nodded and said that of course there are some bands of young men and criminal activity in the fort but the worse time was when different security forces literally took over the barrio. "For some time you could see all the existing military uniforms in here, there were green and blue and some of those you see only in the movies. They were carrying all types of weapons, always showing they were taking these big guns. I got very scared as I took the kids to school and had to pass through several controls. But still I have to recognize that night shootings were less frequent after that, the fort became a calmer place."

A few minutes later the sauce and the pasta was ready, we sat down and eat as we watched the game preview. They want back to tell me about their wedding only two years ago. How she had bought a beautiful dress for very cheap from the bagageras, women who take clothes from the shops and sell them. She told me how she had to go through a very quick conversion into Catholic Church because they could not find her baptism act, and how the priest had helped them expedite the marriage. The husband explained how this is a priest he respects unlike the priests and nuns of the school where he used to go as a boy, who would mistreat him and who do not really care about the people as they claim. There was one time in which he had answered in a bad mode to a priest and he just sent him home alone. He was only seven years old and was glad the way to his place was a straight line, but he had to do the whole walking off over a kilometer on his own. His sister, who generally took him and picked him up, was really worried when she saw him returning by himself at an earlier time.

The pasta was really good, there was still some after we have taken more than one serving each of us. We watched the first part of the game and L heated a bit more of coffee. In the intermediate time she told me she would take me for a short walk to where they lived as children with Z. We took two umbrellas and went out. We walked across a corridor and up a stairs and then we crossed two of the bridges connecting different buildings and we got to the apartment where they lived. 'That was S, my older sister's window", she told me as I recalled some of the things S herself had told me about her experiences in the fort and how some friend once shoot to her window to make her come down to hang out with them. She pointed to the living area window and then she took me across other passage. Up there in the eighth floor was were Tevez used to live, there is still his uncle there". From one of the corridors I could see that the soccer court was emptier now, just a few of the younger kids were playing there, probably taking advantage of the fact that the older ones had left.

We went back to the apartment and we had a second coffee. It was past 4 pm and Z suggested it was a good time to start heading back, or that otherwise we would catch by the night. We decided to take another train back as it was more convenient to get home for both of us. We walked into the opposite direction to where we had came in, crossed underneath some of the other buildings, passed through a small park and then we took a side street. Over that side there was no police, showing that that was somehow perceived more as a back entrance. Z explained that he used to take that way too as he worked as a construction worker when he lived there. He did not have a same work place but changes locations almost every week, his boss would wait with his van in some of the train stations. We walked two block and we were on the bus stop leading as to Caseros train station. As we waited Z said "did you see how small the apartment is over there? There is really no place". I was surprised of his perception, after all the apartment was no different from many small urban apartments and the inside was very well kept and equipped, my overall impression was that I had just visited a cozy apartment.

exterioridades

otra entrada trasnochada. aun furiosa y preocupada. nada es tan grave en lo personal. pero me quedo pensando en estrategias para poder cambiar algo de lo que me enfurece, mas como legado q por que me vaya ayudar en lo personal en lo absoluto. y por otro lado buscar alguna solucion ad hoc a mis problemas, mas que nada monetarios en los que me va a poner el desencadenamiento de los eventos en este mundo donde el habito nos tiene a todo actuando en contra nuestra. me pongo vieja y cada vez mas intolerante con los ensamblajes de poder, las subjetividades liberales en todas sus variantes, pero tambien la izquierda cuadrada y terca, en la peleas que desgastan como la toma de puan. sin saber mucho los detalles, la veo como una pelea q desgasta mas q construye.

buenos pero se ve que este estado de tener a un potencia de persona q me acompaña en el espacio de mi cuerpo no me hace estar embelezada por la belleza de los cachorros humanos por doquier, ni me proyecta tierna y comprensiva como al menos las revistas me dicen que tendria que comportarme. si es un proceso que me tiene mas que contenta y me hace pensar bastante, con un cuerpo un poco distinto. el otro dia tuve una experiencia de comunicarme con la exterioridad de lo que se supone q es pura interioridad, lo que me dejo pensando de nuevo en la idea de que nada es mas que un pliegue, donde no hay nada puro, no hay interior realmente como dice el filosofo q intentaba entender, sino combinaciones de todo lo heterogeneo y multiple que es el exterior. bue la criatura estaba atravezada en mi estomago de forma en que no podia tragar un sorbo de agua sin morir de retorcijones. le tuve que pedir suavemente que corra su cuerpo, que ya no es el mio solamente, aunque compartimos espacios. funciono. no me queda otra mas que reconocer su existencia autonoma, conectada pero distinta e independiente.

bueno no se si se conecta con el tema de la exterioridad pero otra cosa inesperada, me escribio la hermana de una amiga. amiga que respeto y admiro y cuya hermana nunca fue una persona que conoci en profundidad pero es otra persona que respeto y admiro. ambas estudiaron con enorme esfuerzo personal y quien me escribe es medico, recibida en cuba pero ya vuelta a la argentina. me pide si la puedo ayudar con un proyecto de beca para investigar temas de migracion y salud, peor tambien si puedo dirigirla en su laburo. su laburo de mas interesante, discutimos por mail cosas que le pueden servir. pasa un primer filtro de algo. pienso primero si le conviene que yo la preente que otras personas pueden tener mas peso. ella insite. no se que resultara por que aun pienso en quien le convenga mas. pero todo esto me pone en el lugar de la responsabilidad de acompañar a otros con sus laburos, a pensar como las herramientas que tengo mas vale que las use y las use bien, como no se trata de pasar una barrera mas del estudio. me trae rapidamente a recordar que investigar tiene usos politicos, le sirve y lo necesita otra gente y mas vale que haya parendido como hacer esto por que me va a tocar ahora hacer acompañamientos a medias o en los que podamos sacar ideas y acciones eficaces. mucha responsabilidad pero me trae de vuelta a lo basico de para que estamos haciendo todo esto. por que trabajar y trabajar bien no es algo que tengo que hacer por mi solamente sino que es para contribuir a los que quiero y los que queremos estar mas contentos todxs.

grand torino, arcade fire, made in dagenham

Cosas que vi en los ultimos dias (en un intento por aprovechar el mundo del arte del q estare alejada el proximo año seguramente).

La otra noche vi grand torino, la tenia en la computadora hace tiempo pero no la habia visto aun. creo que lo que mas gusto de la pelicula no fue la linea argumental principal, que sigue las andanzas finales de un veterano de guerra, racista, machista y con imposibilidad total de comunicarse con su familia, que se transforma en el protector de una familia vecina Mong, en contra de las pandillas de su barrio. El tratamiento sobre la violencia no me pareceió el mejor pero si como se muestra la relacion con la familia vecina, y entre "grupos etnicos" en general. Lo mas interesante es que el personaje nunca deja de decir cosas racistas, de manejarse con estereotipos, y usar lenguaje politicamente incorrecto todo el tiempo. Pero si desarrolla una relacion de afecto e intimidad con los vecinos y la pelicula muestra como si se relaciona desde el afecto con otros amigos con los que se insulta sin parar. Me pareció interesante esa afirmacion, que para dejar de ser racista y pasar a ser parte de un colectivo comun con el otro, o se trata tanto de usar lenguaje correcto o evitar la critica, sino de relamente compartir formas de afecto con y crear modos de relacion que fluyan en ambos sentidos. Nungun lenguaje correcto nos va a salvar, es mas nos puede distanciar y aislar aun mas.

De Arcade fire una banda canadiense que conocimos hace tres años solo puedo decir que son aun mas potentes en escena que grabados. Todo lo que tocaron de los dos primeros discos, funeral y neon bible, llego a las visceras de un publico no muy demostrativo pero que salto sin parar cuando los 8 musicos salieron a escena. Lo nuevo tiene mas altibajos, me pregunto si quisieron cambiar un poco el estilo o se les fue la inspiracion con algunos temas, pero no tiene la potencia de lo inicial que sigue funcionando como una catarata de musica que te arrastra.

Made in Dagenham, una pelicula de esas que te levantan y te dejan faliz varios días. Comedia britanica bien hecha, y bien trabajada la historia de la lucha de las obreras de ford en el reino unido que consiguen le ley de igual paga para mujeres y varones. Despues de estoas dias de dificultad con el mundo norteamericano y con el capitalismo tardio en general, fue una catarata de aire fresco recordar que hubo luchas colectivas, que se lograron cosas, que los gremios tenian sentido y lo tienen claro que solo que se les quito la eficacia. Sin duda te levanta la nostalgia por los momentos en los que existia una clase obrera, habia epseranza en mejorar y arrancarle cosas al capital. Claro que las luchas actuales tienen su giro necesario, y se extienden de formas quizas menos rigidas y con menos dogmatismos, pero solamente pensar que el neoliberalismo genero que tanta de la gente q estaba englobada en esta clase ahora este por debajo de las lineas de dignidad en todas partes del mundo da bastante desesperanza.