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Table IV-Franco

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.

V-A smile as fake as the loyalty that binds