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Fuego.

Some archeologists explain that the man used fire back when Homo erectus became the first hominid tourist who left Africa to find a world to conquer, 1.5 million years ago. So much time passed? Blink of an eye and we're here and now with all the past encapsulated in a millisecond brain reaction that allows us to go back anywhere, at any speed, anywhere in time. Homo erectus (or ergaster variants) it took 1 million years to really "control" that fire. Another blink in the history of mankind.

Homo Erectus.

One morning, about a month ago, I woke in my bed as if all these millions of years had belonged to a fuzzy dream, a huge story but split seconds that reached me, and probably go his way. Of course, at that time it revives me and that's why when I was awakened by the sound of voices through handys as those used by police and when I opened the shutters of my room on the first floor of Palermo, in that epic night, only managed to paralyze me for a minute and then get decent clothes in front of the horrible image of two fire trucks, an ambulance and two police cars that were surrounded by many people just looked at my building. And I was inside.

Now comes the part where the reader is disappointed and feels betrayed because her introduction to such a knot should lie majestically tragic outcome. Not really. The incident was in my building but on the floor 18. But I learned that later. Before he opened the apartment door and I had met with firefighters down the stairs and a hose coming down vertically inconmnesurable that hole giddy with all scales. I went down to the street and crossed to the opposite sidewalk. Now I looked into my building and, practically, did not see anything worthwhile to watch. No smoke, no fire. Nothing. Quickly I met a lady who, by the level of anger and frightened face of her daughter, seemed to have some close connection with the incident.
- We will collect signatures to make the throw to the asshole!
- What happened? - Asked
- The calibrated from 18 who is always drunk or drugged to his house at 7 am and starts cooking! It seems that this time put some toast and went to sleep. And I wake up to me and the kids and we have to go to work.
The speaker was the upstairs neighbor who came all the smoke from a stove that burned.
-calibrated entered and was asleep there among all the smoke, choking.
other ladies quickly confirmed that this girl was an undesirable tenant. Suddenly the place became an arena for planning a witch hunt, led by women who had been taken out of his living room reading the newspaper while eating breakfast. And some of them were still in her robe, walking down the street and the lobby! Was an image too strong. I returned to my apartment, climbing stairs that smelled of smoke, and lay down again, to complete a few more hours of sleep. The ambulance, fire patrols and they were gone.
So, have we really gotten tame the fire? Is it the right word or should we say "negotiate", "coordinate" or "trap"? No matter, a distraction, tired eyes, can turn into hell all over the place in minutes.

Which brings us to another story. Two days ago I was reading in my bed as I do every night before bed, a nightstand as any. The unit had already been expressed to me complaining and making the light bulb moments clink. I managed moving the cable. Two nights ago the lamp, supported by many, many papers and books and other junk, decided to revolt, left the crest and send everything to hell. The sound came first. Psst, tssst. Then, see switch out sparks. Finally, the smell of burnt plastic and cables spread throughout the room. Quickly, the cry of "Fuck, no!" I turned off the light by pressing the button and I sat in the dark, soothing, seeing that nothing had happened and smelling the horrible smoke.

I calibrated the floor was 18! Could well have fallen asleep with the book and pointing semi fallen at any page and have let the sparks become larger, cables caught fire and the whole room was burning in flames of literature and notes, many notes, faculty . So these days have been very light for learning through of what some are called "life experiences."

What does all this with the race of 2011? I believe nothing. Fire is a necessary element to our already mentioned pizzas, but we would not be taking the metaphor too far? That trick would play them and you, dear readers, never would a like.
The truth is that something that needed to talk because, unlike what I said a few days, the inmates will not be made until 60 days before the election. So, August 2011. And it takes a lot, lot. This, however, appeases our political beasts, much less, the armies of journalists who want to know, investigate, remove some details on the electoral landscape. And there we are, folks. In that we.

Das Neves, "a guy like you and me."

In the previous story I was skipped to Hermes Binner (government Santa Fe) and Mario Das Neves (government Chubut). The latter is one of the clearest candidates. But of course, can not run alone and set up a bunker in the House of Chubut, in the City of Buenos Aires to meet with politicians like De Narvaez and Reutemann. The "Lole" seems to be a situation of uncertainty that is causing all kinds of conjectures. Joaquín Morales Solá tied ropes from different sources and wrote a note left at the top of the newspaper La Nacion on Sunday 4 April.

Reutemann decided there will be a candidate for president

A bomb. I looked at the Clarion and said nothing at all, for that matter. My first thought was that Morales had set up an interview Solá alone and had got a juicy exclusive. It turns out that the note was based on several conversations that seems to have the Lole in other situations and that, across the data, showing that they would not to apply. Which perhaps is true, but throw in that way at the top of the diary is a move that clearly has some danger of letting in offside. The people of Reutemann denied all the next day.

Binner is unknown. Belongs to socialism, but he knows he will need someone to make an alliance with arch opponent and there is no socialist weight. Will the "PJ dissident" his departure? I see more nearby than the UCR, of course, the Clarin newspaper says it is "fashionable." That may be. It is very interesting an interview he conducted Fontevecchia Jorge Ricardo Alfonsin for daily profile. Ricky seems to be a thinking guy and very honest, even with respect to the image, inherited from his father. One reads it and feels he is reading someone who, effectively, and as he says, is intellectually honest. Of course, this may be the feature that order. Sometimes it seems that a politician with aspirations for president must be able to give direct speeches, promising things and leave the self-reflective thoughts another time, especially when I leave the presidency. Ricky knows his limits, understand the phenomenon that surrounds it, but unlike the others, he says publicly. And that causes a wobble in its image.

There is a sense that I think that keeps all of this and that is not what I want to: that Kirchner will not win the election. Quite the contrary. I think if present, Kirchner is the most chances of being the next president. May say that their image is corrupt, but when it comes time to move people to the polls he's going to move people with capital letters. Of course, if he manages to keep the floor in support of mayors and governors. And above all, people like Moyano and guilds that easily, they can approach people and Duhalde. Just
Duhalde is the loudest are doing lately. Each day comes with catch-phrases. Are you sure that you will win Kirchner, De Narváez can not be President and, as he said in an interview to Clarin, if K makes Scioli (and if K does is because he knows he will lose) he'll cope well. What they say a man determined, euphoric, afraid not to grind their teeth. That or to test new markets. But no, no. Politics is the mother of addiction for these people.

Macri's out touring the country and Moral and Sanz, radicalism, are as unknown to the people as a week ago. But time is running out and nobody wants to burn in advance. Burning ... by chance we came back to our first issue. In the absence of a metaphorical sense, at least we will serve in an aesthetic sense, to give the sense of circularity, pretty close with a flourish, these letters out of order.