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The DC Chronicles.

Well, I just found this wonderful thanks to a comment from Andrew Romero Veran's blog "Chronicles of Chaos." The DC Chronicles is a machinima created by Drakortha, consisting of a series of shorts with GECK Fallout 3. A story that is, like Fallout 1, a boy who leaves his safe refuge to find a chip for purifying water, as water reserves are drying Vault. Is adapted to the context of Fallout 3, but basically the same thing.
As have all the elements of Fallout 1, I run ^ ^. And as you have the same end, I run so that gives me and I'm patatús ^ ^.

All Fallout fans, I recommend you to take a good look. It is in English, obviously, but being short chapters and be subtitled, is understood quite easily.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KR49hfuikzM&feature=related

Drakortha, congratulations. And thank you ...

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VI. The harbinger of a painful farewell

in previous chapters:
I-Saldivar and Flaco / II-The neighborhood Sonkoy / III-" Or is that now we are all little saints and we were shocked to politics eh? " / IV-Franco Mesa / V-A smile as fake as the loyalty that binds

A week later, the negotiations were brief. The officers' lawyer offered a similar amount to that their leaders had invested in the campaign: $ 900 000 to forget the issue and continue to compete electorally without cheating. Or at least no cheating on this scale. The offer exceeded the expectations of Saldivar, who immediately decided to accept evil hiding his excitement. For how things were coming, and it would win the elections would take over the spoils.

attorney entrepreneurs Chachi Gauna and confidence as a woman mayor were in charge of the details. Although the amount at stake, this time Saldivar wanted to be sure you have the 900 thousand in hand and not flying, agreed to surrender in his own office.

* * *

-perfect, good luck in the campaign, "Saldivar's lawyer welcomed the Committee, not avoid being grossly ironic. 90 had received one hundred heat-sealed bundles of $ 100 bills in a shoebox Grimoldi, inside a shopping bag in the same shoe. "Take Charge

Chachi, put this where you already know, then we'll see how getting out of here," Saldivar said when the lawyer had withdrawn and he also went with Lazarus in his office.

* * *

Saldivar and Chachi

Gauna said to be cousins, brothers, but in reality the family relationship between them was rather remote, almost nonexistent: the woman was the first cousin of the former wife of Saldivar, not him. Both claimed to be relatives to clear suspicions about the relationship that bound them: illegal, occasionally confrontational, more intense than it had initially preferred.

The woman, 35 years, had some merit in his own career. As a lawyer he worked in the Ministry of Environment of the province. Then he had been elected councilor in the same election in which Saldivar won the mayor's office, but did not take because he summoned her to join his team. He was jovial and charming, well dressed and seemed independent and confident, an ideal personality to interact with the hostile and sexist world of politics. Now was responsible for the wads of dollars. It was the largest bribe that Saldivar had been in his life.

Chachi had a secret hideout to keep compromising papers and illegal money, which only knew Saldivar and Lazarus. Perhaps inspired a classic detective novel, Chachi was convinced that the most exposed ends up being the safest. Who would have thought that old safe in the waiting room of the office of mayor, that old cast iron closet, a dilapidated wheel combination, could be actually in use? The mechanical wheel combination that lacked the knob in the center and was showing a small spring, was a key element to mislead anyone. At first glance, the safe had its opening system inevitably broken. However, as many models of old safes, it was an opportunity to be opened by turning the wheel as the numbers combination, or by the simplest method of the key in the lock. It was a two-run stronger lock, lockable paddle on both sides of the shaft and distinct striations. In this ancient mechanism latch out twice, but unlike the existing locks, each turn of the key generates a push from a different gear combination. The keyhole was hidden in the front door, after a small plate on which was inscribed the mark of the company that manufactured them: "Safe & Lock Co.."

Chachi was who always carried the key to that lock, so old that became doubly sure. Two years ago, the key original was broken. After months of inquiries, Chachi and Saldivar concluded that only one copy could be achieved by commissioning the work in a forge, recreating the mold and making the new casting, modeled on the two pieces of the game piece. Chachi suggested commissioning work far from Independence to prevent anyone could know what was the matter. Placed a workshop far, traveled two hours and spent a whole day there, watching the blacksmith cast recreated the key. Asked to leave the mold, then threw in a sewer. Obsessive-sighted, thereafter it was always the key, that guaranteed so that no one but she could open the heavy iron gate that guarded secrets and dirty money. At that time, neither she nor Saldivar thought of making a second copy using the opportunity, neglect by Saldivar would regret until his last days.
* * * That night
paid the bribe to the officers, Chachi was the last to leave the office of mayor. When told that there was no one in the entire first floor of city hall, opened the safe and put the bag with cash and notes inside. In the following days, as he said Saldivar, how would be removing it from there.

* * *

Since then, the tragic fate sealed the fate Chachi adverse Saldivar.

* * *

The woman, recently had been thinking of taking away. With Saldivar often argued, for political or emotional tantrums, but that was not central. The real problem arose when he became violent, uncontrolled, under the influence of cocaine or pills. Chachi was proposed to be tolerant, but over time the discussions had become more frequent and violent attitudes Saldivar worse. She would not hurt, nor would he still be wrong to her.

cited him for the night in her apartment. It was proposed that there were no discussions that night, so I waited with champagne in the fridge, soft music and lighted room with soft lighting of a lamp. He received no makeup, barefoot, hair down and wearing only a white blouse to the hip which left his legs exposed. As soon as he entered

wanting petted, kissed him right there. Before dragging her to the sofa, reached into his coat pockets. Found a role of markets and the pill that Saldivar always carried. The man reacted instinctively taking the woman's arm tightly, as if the drug you were taking the Soul. She did know the trouble with a sad look, and he relaxed. The role and the pill ended up in women's power. Chachi then yes Saldivar entertained as he deserved. He served a single glass of champagne they shared, but after the first drinks, Saldivar was hurried to the bathroom. In the inside pocket of his shirt had a extra tablet Rivotril and shaky, took two pills with almost no water, not to lose the taste of champagne in your mouth. He

, filled the glass again and poured down his throat, warm up a little in each shot. Cachi is provided in full. Acted by putting into play all the love that was capable. She kissed him tenderly, he felt he had with a man who needed all his affection. "Thank you, black, I love you" seemed to match him, whispered while nibbling her ear, she and her heartbeat quickened with words that had seldom heard.

A Saldivar, however, which is accelerating the flow of blood was hardening his cock. Forgot the words sweet and gave vent to their desire, taking delivery of his companion. Taking her by the waist, turned, placed her on the couch and rushed to overcome some difficulty that he knew, feeling that what was taking was a tasty ass and not the woman who at the time wanted to love it. Chachi, who had decided to be condescending to Saldivar that night, was given to the game and let him do: many times she had enjoyed her male excited galloping on a phallus and not about love, reified piece to maximize your enjoyment . But this time, for it was different, should be different. I felt the coming and going inside you, and just wanted to hug him, kiss him. Taking care that he did not feel rejection, was turning until they were face to face, and then I caught him intertwining their legs and arms, kissed and caressed him in his keeping, while Now it was he who got carried away. Thus ended, taking with sex and loving with their lips and tongues, with the mix of casual sex, passion, love and tenderness that only manage the bodies that love for years. Finally

relaxed man to collapse. Cried. Nestled in the arms of women, deflation, trembling.

Saldivar The next morning was not surprised when she announced she was leaving for a while, to rest. Neither could know that no longer meet again. But what else had happened that night but the harbinger of a painful farewell.

***

days later the woman's name appeared in newspapers in the worst way. "Another fatal day on the roads dead," headlined the daily La Nacion on its cover, and the note added: "Six people were killed on Highway 2 after colliding with a private car with a long distance bus height Dolores. Among those killed was identified the driver of the car, Susan Gauna, who served as an official of the municipality of Buenos Aires of Independence. "

The woman had been separated for years and had no children. His elderly mother was admitted to a hospital in Entre Rios with serious health problems, not could go to the wake. Saldivar, then, take care of everything.

The loss of his confidant and lover left him shocked. Like a bad soap opera in the afternoon, just by his death dimensioned everything she meant to him. I was really sorry. With Chachi lost, plus an emotional support, a cornerstone of its political and armed campaign. There were still three weeks to the election, but his concern had a special motivation: to recover the key to the safe. That concern was what gave him strength not to be left and worked as an extra incentive when you have to go identify the body of the woman sign death certificates and above all, to claim their belongings.

* * *

What Saldivar thought it would be a formality, it has become a nightmare. Apparently, some kids in the place had approached the crash site before the police arrived, and stole a few things without too much value: the detachable face car stereo, the Chachi wristwatch, wallet ... and a gold chain around his neck, from which hung a strange bronze key. No change had been in the documentation of women, so the police decided to let the theft of belongings lower value, and nothing was investigated in this regard. Saldivar was only able to handle the issue a few days after the funeral. He spoke to Lazarus and instructed him to take charge of all matters handled in the quartermaster Chachi, especially the election campaign. He would travel to Dolores, where he had been an accident, to speak with law enforcement authorities to trace those missing key. Iban

passing day. There were only two weeks before the elections and Saldivar, the problem of wake and Chachi's belongings, was being entirely separate from the final stretch of the campaign. Suspended for a week his public appearances and concentrated in finding the damn key, without success seemed definitely be lost in the hands of thieves who may have discarded and not knowing its real value.

was Lazarus who returned to reality, and warned: "Look

two weeks ago that we are giving the field to the table, do not trust to see if they still lose.

"I should spend a disgrace to lose," Saldivar said mechanically, trying to dispel bad omens.

-A mishap is over with Chachi, now concentrate on the campaign, because if there are any unforeseen, there indeed that cagamos.

But the misfortune was still hovering around the life of Saldivar, and other unforeseen appeared. Another tragedy. Another unexpected event that would give the final blow to the man and let him out of the race.

continued ...

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The post-nuclear beautiful life. Maldo

What's so fascinating a wasteland devastated by a terrible nuclear war?
Not long ago, I showed him a video of a person. In it, some guys calling themselves Aviator Dro sang something about swimming in seas of Radio and have casings of lead, and mutants of deformed children hungry, and that: "Nuclear yes, of course." I do not know how seriously he had this band, I think they were a little pall, and to what extent were their songs sarcasm, criticism, or simple entertainment. I do not care much, just know that are cool.

Anyway, this person expressed disgust saying that the song was apology to the Chernobyl accident. And I thought: "You will not see a single movie that does not include a greater or lesser degree of violence, for example. World Wars epic medieval battles, street fights, police chasing the bad guy by road to the traffic stops, 100 per hour ... and so on. And why not make apology for anything. "

What is imagination, remains in the imagination. Is your area. The mind is for that. The problem lies in those who carry the imagination to real life. And unfortunately, those people, governments, which censured a violent video game or a breast on television, which are then finance real war and selling weapons to countries in industrial quantities convulsed and dying, where people do not have to eat, but his government has plenty of money to buy bullets. Interestingly, people who commit real atrocities, they have no imagination and are dumber than rocks ...

If you make a game to hunt mutants in Chernobyl (STALKER) or a song that commend these apocalyptic situations (like in the imagination, it does not mean they like in real life) are apologies. What is not apology for something?

What is fascinating, again, a fictitious future inhabited by the remnants of ancient civilizations and peoples that barely survive in misery and violence?
Well, first, makes you think how miserable it is humanity, and secondly, you can experience and imagine the freedom that only a world without government or control you can provide. We live burdened: noise pollution taxes not know where you are going to fall, a dwindling purchasing power and a great increase in the price of staples, the constant concern for the employment in the post slavery work, the helplessness of seeing the bastards who make up the government that sends down his pants and you laugh in your face and spit at you, calling you scum, and not being able to shoot them in the face each, and as icing on the cake, causing horror to look forward, toward the uncertain future of which is not in sight but a cloud of darkness that threatens to ensnare and wrap.

What is special about those post-apocalyptic future is that you can restore the trick on those other dystopian future how close. You can imagine take charge of your life, no one tells you what you can or can not do, and decide which path you will take.

Obviously, no one would want to live in a world full of bandits, murderers and rapists, but that is why I say that this is in the imagination with a vision a bit more romantic more utopian than it actually would.

If you like Mad Max, you will like the stories of pirates and bandits. They describe the same situation in different environments. Ultimately, we are all children, and also crave adventure.

What better setting than a ravaged wasteland full of bandits to dispense justice, as the heroes who have always wanted to be kids (and not so young), and yet, as adults, to let off steam and get rid of causes us frustration and immoral capitalist society to which we face and we have to raise our children?


Fallout is a series of video games of post-nuclear atmosphere since 1997 has been delighting countless people fascinated by the devastated wasteland of which I spoke. In these games, clearly influenced by Mad Max (the muse post-apocalyptic, as he said Andreu Romero), humans have survived a 3 º world war and barely survive in a land radiolabeled have emerged dangerous mutants, ghouls and humanoid doubled in height to the highest of men.

Aesthetically influenced by the fifties and nuclear paranoia and an excellent soundtrack for the era, Fallout has become one of the most famous games of all time. And all who did not know existed, and that dreaming about a game of the Road Warrior, we have experienced welcome a third party, although it has caused much criticism for the total facelift, is a very good game and 100% Mad Max.

The fans have wondered what became of the Men's Shelter after I finished with the Enclave. Where was it? Who? What did? Are you still alive? Or is pushing daisies with her father? And many have been quick to write more adventures for the boy from Vault 101, but, frankly, few have captured the essence of this particular universe.

The attraction of this post-nuclear world are not the super mutants, and the war that caused it And not the "epic" (misunderstood word, and generally confused bundling shot with everything that moves on plan Rambo) battles between soldiers. For films that are already Nazis and allies. The attractiveness of this post-nuclear world is melancholy that makes you feel, fighting for the survival of its inhabitants, the certainty that even having caused the destruction of the planet, we can go on killing each other and to commit the same evil . As Einstein said: "I do not know how it will be the 3rd World War, I do know is that the fourth will be with sticks and stones."

"For war, war never changes ..." say the most popular of the Fallout series.

Some have managed to capture this essence, and the few I've seen (I have some blogs more pending), Andreu Romero is the one I liked. Instead of telling a new adventure of Lone Wanderer, has opted for a more uncertain and more interest. This is his blog, where he published the chapters of his story "Girl Irradiated"
http://narrables.blogspot.com/


And he has also published other drawings, collages, and other things that will delight any fan of Fallout and Mad Max:

http://inenarrables.blogspot.com/

But there are others, like Kraric:

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and summer:

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They're also making great stories about Fallout. I have not had time to react or explore much their blogs (there muuucho to explore XD), but what I read is fine.

to all of them and that they come across, thank you entertained me with stories so good. And those who see this blog, do not forget to visit them. Worth it all.

The title of the post I have taken from the reanalysis Meristation Fallout 3, because there is no better way to describe it than that.

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V-A smile as fake as the loyalty that binds

in previous chapters:
I-Saldivar and Flaco / II-The neighborhood Sonkoy / III-"Or is that now we are all little saints and we were shocked Policy , eh? " / Table IV-Franco

Four months ago, with the first sunny spring, Saldivar had let his fingers slip out of the opportunity to destroy his rival and secure a second term. Over time he will refer to this ambitious and misguided decision, "we sold our victory to the enemy" he would say.

* * *

one month before the elections and daily surveys Voices of Independence gave a very large advantage Saldivar. The mayor seeking re-election that put money in local rag that he had lied so many times in favor of the ruling, but still, in this case had not reason to doubt. Opaque and poorly managed conflict of wills Saldivar totaling more that could still excite Franco Mesa. The business group had set up the candidacy of the young Franco with an investment obscene, monstrous. Paid tens of thousands of posters in streets and avenues. In the neighborhoods the proposal was ingenious. The Bureau did not give food parcels to the poor, as they did from the quartermaster. Organized, however, cumbia and chamamé festivals and bypassed money in cash, a basic wage for ten neighbors festival. "The candidate that gives you the salary," shouted the animator from the makeshift stage on the esplanade of a truck, and the phrase became in the most effective slogan. A permanent investment that amounted to an ad disguised as newspaper articles and television spots extolling the figure of the businessman candidate.

But despite the hundreds of thousands of dollars invested by the Bureau, three weeks before the election Saldivar remained above ten points in the polls. The basic strategy, primary, just doing things more or less well during the last year in office he had been working well. Thus came the season of quiet, when Saldivar missed the chance to finish off his opponent.

* * *

Lázaro Gandara was the Private Secretary Saldivar, his man in politics. They had met in the industrial school and in youth services had been friends and partying. Along with the deceased after Chachi Gauna, another protagonist of this story, the iron core formed by passing all the important decisions.

weeks ago, the office had come Don Bermúdez Lazarus, a former cement worker from Mesa. The old man carried a medical certificate that warned about the cause of his terminal illness, contamination by poor working conditions in the company of the opposition candidate. The man blamed for the years of hard work and incurable ailments, put in the hands of the official certificate issued by the medical service company. Lazarus, far from worrying about the plight of the old, Rumbea his thoughts in another direction. As if it were a divine revelation, everything is blurred in front of him and his mind registered only for a few seconds, as if I were looking at your hands, the covers of major national newspapers with public denunciation ending to sink to the Bureau. Without turning to repair the old, held a medical certificate with the same zeal with which he had kept the treasure map. With a smile that had nothing to do with courtesy and with undisguised hurry get rid of him, led the old man to another office and ordered him to file an invalidity pension. He was alone in his office, ordered not to be disturbed. Apace circled around the desk, thinking how to report all Saldivar. But suddenly decided to be calming. It had to be meticulous, and vowed not to leave any loose ends before acting. If I was going to sue the company, had to talk first with the union, he thought. Saldivar expect. ***

Don Bermúdez had not wanted to take the case to union leader of your business. "That certainly fixes all the patterns," he told the old man. "A union likely to agree," Lazarus thought, another good thing in its favor. Reaffirmed I needed to talk first with the union before advancing in their hand. With the papers in tow met with the leader of the internal committee of the company, Hugo Baez: a tall, thin, humble, gentle eyes and pale skin. His appearance was not the union of the classic. His practice, however, did not make the difference. Baez had been strong as General Secretary of the plant after winning the dispute with truckers for the framing of members in one or another union. The company preferred to keep away the most powerful guild of carriers, and that Baez had supported as a representative of the Union of the Cement Industry. He had managed to pay back the support of their employers holding off workers to be represented. A corrupt union, was fledged Hugo Baez, and yet had not yet ventured into politics. Another good thing to Lazarus.

"Look, Baez, we have information that the plant is laburantes with serious health problems, raised Lazarus to the union.

, there are always problems, Gandara, as everywhere, you know? "Lazarus was younger and tuteaba Baez, but the union leader kept the ways of treating you," Here in the factory it is important that the officers are good, and that demand. Below that, there are some problems, but it does not matter much, did you see?

"Yes, Baez, but do you know that the Bureau will lose the election now. Without the mayor's office without the twine million being spent and the crisis comes, the company will be in red ... The union will no longer agree to hold intercourse with these losers. Better start thinking about where is the power after we win again, you understand what I tell you?

"Yes ... It seems that the officers lose, right? -Recognized the union "But the factory will remain of them, win or lose elections. And we will continue at the factory, "he concluded his speech with calm and reiterated in its first argument.

Lazarus took a long puff on his cigarette. Sniffed, tasted the smoke as he relishes a chance to win. Only then settled his elbows on the small table in the bar and brought his face close to Baez.

"Well, the laburantes going to stay in the factory, for sure. But leaders like you have to make a career, man ... how many old are you now, and still in the factory? We will win, and then you ... imagine a arrange with the union first, eye, eh, but you imagine a Director of Industrial Inspections town ... I am not going to compare!

Baez also took time to resume the conversation. He looked out the window, crossed the bar with the view that no one was checking known in the vicinity and in the same quiet tone of the last intervention of the municipal official, said: "I'm interested

, Gandara ... In particular, how what are you talking about? Lazarus was in

his hands what he had come for. In medical studies of Don Bermúdez and interest of the leader of the internal union commission to substantiate the claims in exchange for a future position in the Department of Industrial Inspections, the play was ready to be executed. The Bureau and have no way of tracing the election campaign. Your chances of success would be buried forever when Saldivar gave the okay and Lazarus set in motion the political operation, a routine game of gamblers in which the owner of the cards had all the marked cards to win.

* * *

But Saldivar you never know. Depends on the day, and that day had not started too well. The type came from a business last night of whiskey and cocaine, and in his house, there was little troubled by the television asleep, slumped in his chair two seats, squirming in a while. Until at six o'clock at the morning light uncomfortable, took a long shower and went to the municipality. Still hard for the market, appealed to benzodiazepines for "down", as usual in these cases: two tablets of anxiolytic that or any other director of the municipal Health provided him without question. Thus, at times upset and at times sedated, the mayor was to his office.

When Lazarus told her proposal, of course that Saldivar was not accepted. At least not in the terms that Lazarus had planned things. Proud, insecure and jealous of other initiatives, Saldivar his friend decided to treat with contempt, denying the possibility of being the architect not only of a decision, or even an idea. He spent the whole discussion to reassert its authority and relegated absurdly Lazarus to feel just one more piece on the board, a pawn useless for anything decided, rather than the owner of the cards with marked cards as he pretended to be.

At the meeting, besides these two, was Chachi Gauna. Saldivar then established a tortuous game of humiliation to be thinking that Lazarus would look in the eyes of women. What infuriated the idea that Chachi Gauna could doubt him, and also to scare the ghost that haunted him on that occasion over reacted.

Despite his dog humor and emotional imbalance, Saldivar worked to keep explaining what that meant, would be a much smarter move that Lazarus had devised.
Lazarito
"Let's see, listen dear. We are winning the elections well, right? Using the plate as now, we won it ... So why waste such a bomb in a battle is already won, I want to say? Cajaro Why? For what!

The last cry floated heavy, like a sentence, almost without waiting for an answer. Lazarus looked for Chachi's eyes, which turned his head toward the window to avoid it. Finally the man said, looking not to lose heart.

I do not understand ... What for? We have the complaint served on a plate, are you going to forgive life? "Hearing his words, knowing them consistent, Lazarus encouraged and added, sounding fraternal friendly: "Do not be idiot, che ...

- I say idiot! Boludo to me! Saldivar-erupted, predictably, disproportionately aggressively boludo not be you, my dear, you're idiot! Do you think I'm thinking to spare their lives? "He added, now more compassionate" If you say this is because I have in mind something even better ... "He paused

none dared to challenge. Still handling the situation, Saldivar was uncontrollably upset. He knew then that once again the growing excitement that I was inducing reflex, almost mechanical, put his hand to his jacket pocket, take the pill of benzodiazepines, uncover and remove a tablet, take it to his mouth and continue their business as usual. He could do all that in two seconds, anywhere, while his back momentarily to others. Chachi
used the vacuum to intervene for the first time.

"Instead of making the complaint we will give it to a big day, and sink to the table but we get stuck ... is that?

"Well, Chachi, fine, but not that, no ..." Saldivar looked from side to Lazarus as he answered the woman.

This time the silence again caused more discomfort than fear. Knowing definitively won, Saldivar returned: "Sell the complaint said. Neither we nor disseminate give it to anyone, we are de-stressed syllables the word "means, Chachi? Do you realize, Lazarito? And who will we sell? What a diary? What TV channel? No, my dear, no. Think-made another brief pause while resumption serenity, enjoying the feeling momentarily sought that caused the anxiolytic relaxing your central nervous system. - Who will pay more for this claim? The Mesa! Let us sell the complaint to Mesa. The sit and say: guys, here we have this than have to get us out of our hands, because if not, the sink and have to devote to something else ... and to get us this in our hands, to bury this claim, they must put

much ... He looked at both, more calm, satisfied. Chachi answered his look with indifference. Saldivar said her friend back then.

- And? Is not it better that way, Lazarito? "I have no reason for me, eh?

Lazarus was softening his face, following the change of Saldivar no longer showed aggressive, although the apparent serenity could not quell his pride. "Lazarito Now tell me, the bastard, "he said, chewing the new humiliation. Then thought that the union had offered him a position in the municipality. The strategy changed now, according to plans Saldivar. Still, Lazarus would continue the relationship without telling his boss. After all, without complaint or allegation, pull up a trade union leader to political armed himself would never be over. He thought all this but did not. It suffices to sketch your boss a smile, as false as the loyalty that bound them.

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In previous chapter:
I-Saldivar and Flaco / II-The neighborhood Sonkoy / III-"Or is that now we are all little saints and we were shocked of politics, eh?"

At the height of the third suburban belt, away from the provincial route, Independence appears to be a waste of geography Aires. His destination was marked irrelevance since birth in the mid 90's. At that time the governor decided framentar some large municipalities in three or four smaller districts, to avoid infighting in his party and benefit the Friends territorial leaders handing one part to each one. Far from the more affluent neighborhoods, outside the area still preserves some factories and enterprises, Independence ended up being the idiot brother among three new districts that emerged from the division. Dropping a political agreement between warlords, all of them more important than Saldivar, who therefore got what he received.

Saldivar is now abandoned, left out of politics, but until recently was the mayor of Independence. Municipal management was negligible, although it lost the elections. A share of bad luck, addiction and his clumsy ambition did more damage to his political career that his lack of brightness as an official. His victorious opponent was local businessman Franco Mesa, forties and unmarried son Oberdan Mesa, owner of Oberdan Cement, one of the largest producers of cement for the construction of the province. Old Mesa

also chairs the local branch of the Industrial Union of Argentina. Franco met many levers of power following his father within that structure for exerting pressure against the most corrupt government offices. The young entrepreneur had tried their luck in politics four years ago, but this time Saldivar was the novelty in the ranks of Peronism and won without any problems. In the period was lost that election to this latest victory, Mesa learned to do politics. Abandoned its initial membership to the unpopular Republican Coalition and founded his own party neighborhood, community action. Absorbed the best pictures of management team to build a seamless propaganda. With a discourse based on efficiency, honesty and security, the new mayor could win the election. But those tools are used to aggregate votes, transformed into management policy decisions are often not be at all useful for gaining the trust of the poor.

* * * The old Lopez had
made the order, and finally receive the Mayor Mesa neighborhood representatives in his office. They were in front of the old municipal building, his wife, Marta, El Flaco, and soon reach Culebra and El Pela. Were announced and passed off.

The firm already knew. It was the same in which he used to receive during his previous administration Saldivar. It came up by elevator or stairs after crossing the hall, turning left about a hundred feet down a hallway and through austere waiting room for visitors. While Saldivar had been mayor of the walls room had been filled with pictures of him with other politicians, diplomas who had delivered the Martyrs of Independence Club, the House business district and other area institutions, thanks for municipal subsidies received. All that was gone, and the walls were shown naked, waiting for a new coat of paint. The furniture, however, were still in place: three large brown leatherette chairs for guests and in one corner, a huge old safe that seemed to be there for decoration only. It was not a safe embedding, as those who hide behind a picture, but a kind of cabinet of iron, five feet tall, four feet bulwark for the floor. The details of polished bronze gave the Hulk relic look, although more ancient than valuable. The classic numbered wheel all looked broken safe, no central drum and a small spring sticking out. Yet such a mass of iron seemed to be, or have been, a very secure safe. About this safe resting the same vase with plastic flowers they decorated the four years of previous management. In noticed that Ophelia, wife of old Lopez, when reviewed with an eye place:

-Mesa did well in getting all the pictures of Saldivar. Now, if you paint the walls, would have to change also this thing of iron in there and those plastic flowers horrible, so they feel old.

El Flaco did not heed the words of Ophelia or decoration. Preoccupied with the idea of \u200b\u200btaking the building as a control measure, calculated mentally meters separating the building entrance on the ground floor of the office of mayor on the first floor.

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III-"Or is that now we are all little saints and we were shocked to politics, eh?"

in previous chapters:
I-Saldivar and Flaco
II-The neighborhood Sonkoy

The smell of the chicken fried at noon sold in sandwiches with lettuce and tomato to four dollars still flooding the premises of the Sociedad de Fomento "Sonkoy." It's February, and the humid summer heat increases the angry mood of the five people gathered around the big table in the place. Of exposed brick and sheets of Jesus Christ, Che Guevara and Eva Peron in the walls, the room acts as a meeting place, and dining at noon and a few nights of partying. The kitchen is then attached, separated only by a counter, so the smell of fried food becomes so invasive. Present at the meeting are leaders of the Sociedad de Fomento: old Lopez, president, and his wife Ofelia, treasurer. They are also Marta, a former leader of the now defunct housing cooperative, the Culebra, coordinator of the troupe, and Pella, taxi driver. The maximum ceiling fan stirs the hot air velocity and generates a purr that fails to bother, just rings like a monotonous background melody.

-Lo's tax hike already, will start to get bills for the recovery of municipal taxes increase, as is happening in the downtown neighborhood, "says Marta. "My sister has an acquaintance who works at City Hall, and has already having claims of people who complain because in the last ballot came up to twice what it paid.

always short-haired, hard-eyed and clear words, Martha was able to win the respect of friends and strangers from even before the neighborhood outside the neighborhood. His role during the early days of the taking of land settlement originated when there was nothing there yet, was included in the baptism of the place. "Barrio Sonkoy" proposed by the woman, originally from Santiago del Estero, that very first day of the census neighborhood where boxes were beginning to take root, almost twenty years ago. "Sonkoy mean heart-had explained, and so is just as well be called the neighborhood, because no heart, no love for what do there is no house or neighborhood or anything, and Sonkoy is in Quichua, lest we forget where we came from. So let us remember our grandparents when we make the neighborhood, so we do a neighborhood that is pride for our grandchildren. " A simple speech had been that, seasoned in the first embers of the militant base in the middle of a fight that would mark the meaning of his life thereafter.

"We must ask the meeting directly with the Mesa mayor, we will talk with him to see what he says the old proposes López, convinced that a neighborhood president always has to make proposals" It's been two months since he took office, and are not what to wear around, we will see and go, "he adds.

"But you will see that they put them in the turns, you'll see that it is not so easy with them, then crosses it Ofelia with familiarity, as if it were a discussion of homely.

The old Lopez is president of the Sociedad de Fomento only because Martin had vowed "no more official or anything," and refused repeatedly when neighbors came to her with each renewal of authorities neighborhood. In many respects the old Marta is the opposite: compositeur, evasive when difficult decisions, prone to dialogue and agreement with everything that smacks of authority, it does not matter question of a policeman, priest or official. At age 65 his face serene, his hair graying and his deep voice and a personality slowly ideal complement to the necessities of the negotiation. In the years leading Building Society learned all the tricks of politics. Every so often lard a joke or an informal discussion and allegedly sympathetic to the talks, although that action often appears forced. "You have to treat people," he explains. Ofelia, unlike Lopez, merely repeating his usual attitude in life: to discuss the old man, her husband, her bra and the only reason why a woman like her could be gray an important role in the Sociedad de Fomento. Well

Ofelia, but we know how. We ask the audience, we expect a few weeks, if not addressed by the mayor and we know what we have to do, "said Gaillard, and complements the Pela:" Indeed, we can start thinking about the date of mobilization.

in the neighborhood no one can imagine a demonstration of protest without the carnival of Snake, so he is special guest at these meetings in the Sociedad de Fomento. And if you Culebra is the Peel and his companion and faithful sidekick. Snake came to Buenos Aires from Corrientes with his family when he was a henpecked husband; of that origin is certainly your vein carnival. Pela is the Chaco, came to the edges of the big big city in search of shelter and work. Loteando met their land if put together the neighborhood, and since then living through house off the square. There for the carnival essays Life Is Beautiful directed by Culebra. Your friend Pela, who years ago became a severance payment in a remis, usually suspend business trips if the carnival need to go here or there for meetings of the carnival, for the purchase of sequins or procurement of submissions . In turn, when life is pretty important to get some action on weekends, El Pela brings to five the minimum charging neighbors each one, two or four dollars, so that everyone can go. When I called this meeting thought Marta Culebra, where there certainly see her again, but did not ask, it merely confirmed their attendance. The Peel also learned that his friend would be there to the woman and said nothing, he kept to himself the embarrassment.

The conversation progresses and lubricate hinges without the front door of the Sociedad de Fomento reveal the arrival of someone else. Before anyone reacts, the stocky man who everyone knows as El Flaco pull up a chair, which are stacked against the wall and joined the meeting. The uncomfortable silence that generates its arrival not daunted. On the contrary, gives rise to a first intervention, and goes straight to the point.

"Of course it is worth considering the date, Pela-hooks, having heard only the last words referred to the protest. But not a mobilization, mobilization do not give a damn ... The officers have their gang, his own safety, the soldiers have laburando for them ... They come from companies handle those types, to handle trade disputes, so imagine, if we we just do not march or the corner, brother, or the corner ... You have to beat them, "says Hand, quick check your care intervention has achieved of all and pauses. At each silence the hum of the ceiling fan seems to increase the heat of the place becomes unbearable and the smell of fried occupies the empty spaces.

Al Flaco Flaco tell because it weighs 120 kilos, paradox of nicknames in the vernacular. It also integrates the Sociedad de Fomento. It is the Secretary of Youth, although it is hot on the 40. Between the neighbors has supporters and detractors. Manage a Band of kids jets and that makes it not seen. But at the same time, teaches the young the old codes of the profession. With that manages not to steal in the neighborhood, and thus adds some considerations in its favor. He also learned to have their political, "I I am one of the prisoners of the Austral Plan, "it is bluff, while recalling the Peronist militants were arrested during protests against the implementation of Alfonsin's economic plan in 1985. Note that it was during that repression when he dropped one of the front teeth, which makes it a notable hole every time he displays his smile wide, almost goofy. That mix of brave lad and gesture tender-aged man makes him irresistible to the neighborhood housewives with husbands absent or distracted. Although not deprived of anything, if he is mature women prefer the whores of the avenue: short doses circumstantial relations, no cheating, no more compromises the affect of the moment.

Since no one speaks, is The Skinny:

-beat hand, to take them around town and set fire to these garcas. A parent quilombo out on TV, in Chronicle on Channel 26, that's the only way to make back the taxes and all that you spoke.

"Now you inside the revolutionary left to you-I crossing Marta. Of all present is the only one that is encouraged.

-Pará, Martita-it-to respond to follow. The Bureau and several fights have accumulated, not only with the rag pickers of the neighborhood as us, "says" rag pickers "with grace, overacting, but every qualifying upset. Traders also have an egg mounted on the table, many politicians know that if officers are strong in the City are going to be shitting little by little to all. To these must joderlos touch their pocket or image, there is no pocket ... And I have good care, you have to make shit the image of good administrators and good politicians who were armed ...

"Come on, come on, speaking then, what are you up under the poncho? - inquire now Marta, to the attentive silence of others.

Saldivar "I saw the other day. He says if we want, it comes up neighborhood to talk to us.

Everyone is silent. Given the gap back to the fore the crippling hum of the fan, the heavy heat and the smell of fried cutlets.

- That culosucio? Culebra-finally takes his arm as he passes his forehead, wiping the perspiration. So far, only the conversation had continued playing with his fingers on the table, imitating a graceful drumming, silent.

"Yes, Saldivar will culosucio, but if we have to use it serves, is not it? Hardy-returns. Without leaving your seat turns his cuerpote on the table, coming to rest, as if preparing to say a breach of trust or a threat, and continues, "Saldivar says that if we go against the table, we support him, that we have what it takes ... The guy is upset because he was taken from the quartermaster, wants Back to candidates when the officers are pa'trás, what do I know, the thing is that if we are strong against these turro the municipality, we will not be alone.

"Better alone than in bad company, Flaco, Stop messing around. Or do what he did for us while Saldivar was mayor? "Martha, and then endorse it the nods and whispers of Culebra, El Pela and even Ophelia. Only old Lopez is maintained undaunted.

-As you like Flaco che-resumes-but if we do not want shit ... Because these garcas start raising council tax and then top the houses of those who can not afford, do not, Martha? Going to be so old, crate that will be ... If you do not want you to come by our houses, our land for business, the municipality must take them, to stick a flower cagazo as hell. With the "culosucio" Saldivar, as you say, the only guarantee is that I'm not going to go to jail, that when we go against the table edge will be others who will also stick to same time, do it now and we're all scandalized santitos politics, eh?

Nobody answers. El Flaco argument made an unusual effort on it, and now seem more solid basis than before. Also, the tone of his voice had been rising as intimidating.

The new silence heralds the end of the meeting. Marta is the first stand. Ophelia throws his chair back. El Flaco returns to fill the void:

"Hey, man," challenges to Don Lopez, "is some sandwiches in Milan? I have a sandpaper ...

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II-The neighborhood Sonkoy

In the previous chapter: 1 - Saldivar and Flaco

A pair of peregrine falcons nest on the lightning rod of the station. When morning and every evening, the male usually fly over the area at low altitude. The district offers a sky Sonkoy easy: no buildings, very occasionally may be a two-story building, the rest are just houses. The ash and willow height gain and protrude above the roof. In flight, the peregrine falcon enjoy the green patches in the tops of the trees, playing with the silvery reflections of the plates of some ceilings and is careful not to fall. Is that from below the picture is not so pure. Looking up from any corner, it imposes the tangle of cables running through every street, slashing the sky against the light. Also trimmed in black on blue, aluminum rods bent of old TV antennas broken by the wind and disuse. Even now, every so often, you can see satellite dishes, round, futuristic for the context.

Sonkoy is the largest shantytown in the city of Independence. 20 years ago was an illegal occupation that were assembled on the poor boxes, then it was a settlement, and eventually became barrio. Now their houses are all material. The walls, many without reboque, provide a sample of the bricks more diverse, but the common mortered front or uneven in some secondary wall; neat brick ridge beyond saving, the gaps in orange or most of reinforced gray cement blocks.

Promotion Society "Sonkoy", off the square, was intended for a destination that has yet to reach greatness. Raised from the roof slab which reinforcement of all the columns of a first floor that never came to be. Twisted, rusted iron rods poking these air as dry straw only serve to highlight the unfinished project, the desires truncated. Paint the front does not respect the details: ends, frayed, inches before the door frame, drops, drained on the sidewalk, without sockets will limit mark. With each storm water its green hue washed some more.

Over time the dirt roads had the best asphalt. Then he won Sonkoy definitely the status of district and left the village more derogatory name for the bottom, an area adjoining that exposure to flooding, was deserted during the early years. There after, came to make their boxes the poorest of the poor. In the village the landscape is made of wood, metal and scrap. The streets crowded only by horse-drawn carts and bicycles are being ground and raise dust or muddy absurdly rainy days. At the bottom thieves took refuge in the area, stolen cars are disassembled and each is therefore the cops fired shots with the kids or each other jets, adolescents with no future, but not too immediate future: directly without this.



III-"Or is that now we are all little saints and we were shocked of politics, eh?"

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I-Saldivar and Flaco

The man slammed on the brakes when he saw a huge bulge crossed on the road. Despite the dark, no moon, noted that it was the trunk of a fallen tree. "Somebody put it there, fuck" was said, and deftly maneuvered to violent braking did not lose control. He did not put the high beams when he sensed a ghostly image of the window of his left side. Although he had shown good reflexes, as the vehicle stopped suddenly was hit and felt the cold tap in the temple.

- Get down and pirá old, give, get or get burned, get down Get down!

The boy tried to control his shivering right hand holding a short 32 pointing at the head of the motorist.

car stereo female voice emanating from a cheesy singing a tune: "If you're not here, I do not know / what am I doing loving you." The smell of burning from the friction of the tire on the asphalt permeated the whole scene.

"Easy boy, now I give you everything, now I'm low, but do not be fooled, do not do shit, you know?

The avenue was deserted, as usual at two in the morning. The lantern that corner was broken. The man tried to see the boy's face, but could not. The minimum clear orange glow coming from the interior lights of the car (the board, the music player, the light that is activated when the man opened the door but not down), and the two beams projected headlamps, such as lightning splitting the white half black night.

"I hope you turn off the Low Jack boy, param. "The man tried to gain time, sought to reverse the unequal battle waged against the barrel of the gun and the nervous finger on the trigger.

"Do not make me no, eh! Turns and runs that shit, let's go! "The Young was now somewhat embarrassed, never before were stealing someone had offered off the alarm.

Meanwhile, the music was still covering the gaps in the choppy dialogue: "I will pour my dreams / you some day if I have."

- Who laburos you, kid? I really know all, eh, do not you know me? How laburos Hardy? "Looking to control the situation, the man sharpened the view and pan the scene. In the corner where the lights came weak service station a block later identified a high-powered motorbike that he thought he recognized. From there, with both hands on the handlebars, a large person overseeing the work of the young offender.

- Is the Skinny on the bike? Flaco! I, Flaquito!

The thief, angry and confused, fast screamed, almost intelligible

- I recognized idiot! I put it! I put and rajamos!

"You do not put anyone, fool. I left there. "Said the motorcycle in the distance, and asked," Saldivar?

"Sure, Dude, me, brother. If even you were looking for! Look how I come to find ...

Just then the bike went to the scene. The boy ran to the side of a gentle push, he shook hands with the man who was being assaulted and smiled.

-Flaco

dear, "said the self-, look at what got you quilombo if you do not recognize, uh ... who is this kid? To control, tell ...

Saldivar

"Everything's fine, nothing happens. How's it going?

- Look, on that I wanted to talk ... Let's do so. Shell followed to the other corner, we take something and then tell you.

The big man who was nicknamed "Flaco" rose to the bike. The kindled, waited Saldivar's car boot, and left behind.

The boy of 32 was alone in the corner. He hid the gun in his back held by the belt and adjusted his loose shirt outside the trousers, hiding the bulge. He walked away in the opposite direction taking the car of their victim and his friend's bike. The stereo finished fray in the air: "Walking in a sky without stars / trying to figure out who was / is a hell to Paradise." He walked down the left lane right next to the wall, where light from other lamps lit street itself came with less intensity.

II-The neighborhood Sonkoy