Buenos Aires told by a granddaughter of the Balearic Islands in a TV show you would see on the islands! What a temptation!
confess without shame that I completed the entry form Pel Mon Islands still more enthusiastically than the "biker" Buenos Aires injured, battered and bleeding that, closer to the Grim Reaper of Life, responded, almost cheerful by minute fame, to questions on camera from a Chronicle TV columnist feeling "like a
Formula One." Y called me!
Laura Durán, Director, informed me by telephone that would be interviewed in different parts of my city for a young team led by journalist Josep Ibiza Angel Costa, which responds to the pseudonym of Soldat (Soldier) and have the opportunity to recount in Mallorca Castilian my experiences tinged "balearic" two generations after my four grandparents decided to "make America" \u200b\u200bon this side of the "pond."
Wednesday March 11, 2009 6:00 a.m.
: I prepare and arrange Mirtha Legrand feeling better before lunch. What nerves nervous! How will it all? Will I make a fool of in front of the cameras? Is it appropriate that I chose clothes? Do I trabaré speaking in Majorca? Will time my Aunt Mary Ellen to take over for a few hours of his sister, the nonagenarian author of my days?
7:00 a.m.: all goes well, I think, and delivery swift, to the first location in Plaza de Mayo.
8 a.m.: Indeed. The language I work while I try to tell the Plaza. What happens to these people? You never saw a woman kills a young fattened in the eyes of the magic lens? Obviously, it is unusual to do on camera TV and soundman least one recording the scene. The curious crowd, I think that at any moment appear Rial Canosa and (to outsiders, two journalists of "gossip" in Argentina). Best
impossible. I say, the sunny day. Best: Impossible. It seems the way that blue sky makes me feel so proud to see our flag waving in it. What a strange sensation to have the language of my grandparents, my own land!
"But ... why that young man looks at us with a mocking grin? Is that the expression on the face of Soldat after drinking the bitter brew pampas is indescribable. Poor! What to do for a living!
ask me to tell you about the handkerchiefs painted on the ground around the Pyramid of May, about who was Perón for us and a shame (yes, that there is no other word), a modesty "historic" invade me. Despite it, I try to retrace the time from my love for both sides and have our things so true to my feelings.
11 AM: I'm alone in the Recoleta Cemetery. The team has been shooting pictures in the middle of summer. I am proud of this place of Buenos Aires and its sculptures and corners. I relish thinking about look at the Reina del Plata through this place so special. Path through the vaults Rufinita looking Cambaceres figure because I think that you can not stop talking about her and her magical apparitions, nor of Eva Duarte, who lies here ... all in vain.
arrive "boys" (for me and were "kids") and I take notice that the director of the cemetery does not allow filming if you have not made the request in writing a ton in advance! I propose to resolve "the Creole", or going as tourists to the place, while we shot "bootleg", but Brown, the producer of the group, a charming Argentina, holding me and says we'll go to Parque Lezama counting the source Buenos Aires ...
1 PM: While filmed in the middle of the statues which stood Sabato some of his characters in a novel, live within a film. This Buenos Aires is decidedly
I am ashamed ... Sitting on a bench, Soldat and I talked about the history of our city, on the curious
it was founded twice and my now famous sobrasada to Argentina, while a young man threatens to completely dislocated broken glass from a beer bottle, asking for money, to Daniel, the soundman Madrid, Enrique, Canary cameraman and my interviewer did not see anything of what happens behind them and continue as if nothing while I, my voice choked in my throat trying to dig into the depths of my mind for the right word for that shooting is not interrupted ... What a moment! Finally, an assistant team manages to "convince" the thief to leave and Brown seeks a policeman, while he tells them that calls for a return to the cemetery to film the dead that surely would have been quieter than the "living "Lezama Park.
3 PM: Lunch at the British Bar. I do not know if "the boys" at this point would have preferred being alone, but I do not want to be without them. And I invite you, very kind to share his lunch, I Sorry, haste, lest they repent ...
Young, enthusiastic, these pilgrims of the TV up a team of other nice and was a delight to know.
From Soldat, with its air
somewhat brash bohemian but warm and intelligent at the same time, to Daniel and his mischievous eyes that laugh alone, to Henry, the nice "canary" and Morena, the girl Rosario the nostalgic look and delicate sweetness, which I'd love to see someday, not to mention Diego, driver and helper rather Buenos Aires, each and every one do the impossible by making me a more of them. And that, so simple, becomes those hours at a party, a real lull in my life,
9 PM: We say goodbye in San Juan and Boedo. In the Esquina Homero Manzi, more precisely. Buenos Aires says goodbye Pel Mon Islands with a tango ... good as it gets!
say goodbye, with tenderness, these young travelers who are concerned with linking the world to count on the islands and their children wherever they live it. Hopefully prepare material worthy of the affection I feel for my country and my roots. Argentina worthy of this so beautiful and so full of contradictions and that Mallorca to my grandparents and my parents taught me to live in parallel.
Farewell, Soldat! Up always, "kids"! Thank you! Good luck wherever you go!
Know that in Buenos Aires have a friend who kept in a corner of his soul that hour lived with you because he considers them, definitely, and to paraphrase the eponymous film, "Something to remember." Cati Cobas
confess without shame that I completed the entry form Pel Mon Islands still more enthusiastically than the "biker" Buenos Aires injured, battered and bleeding that, closer to the Grim Reaper of Life, responded, almost cheerful by minute fame, to questions on camera from a Chronicle TV columnist feeling "like a
Formula One." Y called me! Laura Durán, Director, informed me by telephone that would be interviewed in different parts of my city for a young team led by journalist Josep Ibiza Angel Costa, which responds to the pseudonym of Soldat (Soldier) and have the opportunity to recount in Mallorca Castilian my experiences tinged "balearic" two generations after my four grandparents decided to "make America" \u200b\u200bon this side of the "pond."
Wednesday March 11, 2009 6:00 a.m.
: I prepare and arrange Mirtha Legrand feeling better before lunch. What nerves nervous! How will it all? Will I make a fool of in front of the cameras? Is it appropriate that I chose clothes? Do I trabaré speaking in Majorca? Will time my Aunt Mary Ellen to take over for a few hours of his sister, the nonagenarian author of my days?
7:00 a.m.: all goes well, I think, and delivery swift, to the first location in Plaza de Mayo.
8 a.m.: Indeed. The language I work while I try to tell the Plaza. What happens to these people? You never saw a woman kills a young fattened in the eyes of the magic lens? Obviously, it is unusual to do on camera TV and soundman least one recording the scene. The curious crowd, I think that at any moment appear Rial Canosa and (to outsiders, two journalists of "gossip" in Argentina). Best
impossible. I say, the sunny day. Best: Impossible. It seems the way that blue sky makes me feel so proud to see our flag waving in it. What a strange sensation to have the language of my grandparents, my own land!
"But ... why that young man looks at us with a mocking grin? Is that the expression on the face of Soldat after drinking the bitter brew pampas is indescribable. Poor! What to do for a living!
ask me to tell you about the handkerchiefs painted on the ground around the Pyramid of May, about who was Perón for us and a shame (yes, that there is no other word), a modesty "historic" invade me. Despite it, I try to retrace the time from my love for both sides and have our things so true to my feelings.
11 AM: I'm alone in the Recoleta Cemetery. The team has been shooting pictures in the middle of summer. I am proud of this place of Buenos Aires and its sculptures and corners. I relish thinking about look at the Reina del Plata through this place so special. Path through the vaults Rufinita looking Cambaceres figure because I think that you can not stop talking about her and her magical apparitions, nor of Eva Duarte, who lies here ... all in vain.
arrive "boys" (for me and were "kids") and I take notice that the director of the cemetery does not allow filming if you have not made the request in writing a ton in advance! I propose to resolve "the Creole", or going as tourists to the place, while we shot "bootleg", but Brown, the producer of the group, a charming Argentina, holding me and says we'll go to Parque Lezama counting the source Buenos Aires ...
1 PM: While filmed in the middle of the statues which stood Sabato some of his characters in a novel, live within a film. This Buenos Aires is decidedly
I am ashamed ... Sitting on a bench, Soldat and I talked about the history of our city, on the curious
it was founded twice and my now famous sobrasada to Argentina, while a young man threatens to completely dislocated broken glass from a beer bottle, asking for money, to Daniel, the soundman Madrid, Enrique, Canary cameraman and my interviewer did not see anything of what happens behind them and continue as if nothing while I, my voice choked in my throat trying to dig into the depths of my mind for the right word for that shooting is not interrupted ... What a moment! Finally, an assistant team manages to "convince" the thief to leave and Brown seeks a policeman, while he tells them that calls for a return to the cemetery to film the dead that surely would have been quieter than the "living "Lezama Park. 3 PM: Lunch at the British Bar. I do not know if "the boys" at this point would have preferred being alone, but I do not want to be without them. And I invite you, very kind to share his lunch, I Sorry, haste, lest they repent ...
Young, enthusiastic, these pilgrims of the TV up a team of other nice and was a delight to know.
From Soldat, with its air
somewhat brash bohemian but warm and intelligent at the same time, to Daniel and his mischievous eyes that laugh alone, to Henry, the nice "canary" and Morena, the girl Rosario the nostalgic look and delicate sweetness, which I'd love to see someday, not to mention Diego, driver and helper rather Buenos Aires, each and every one do the impossible by making me a more of them. And that, so simple, becomes those hours at a party, a real lull in my life, 9 PM: We say goodbye in San Juan and Boedo. In the Esquina Homero Manzi, more precisely. Buenos Aires says goodbye Pel Mon Islands with a tango ... good as it gets!
say goodbye, with tenderness, these young travelers who are concerned with linking the world to count on the islands and their children wherever they live it. Hopefully prepare material worthy of the affection I feel for my country and my roots. Argentina worthy of this so beautiful and so full of contradictions and that Mallorca to my grandparents and my parents taught me to live in parallel.
Farewell, Soldat! Up always, "kids"! Thank you! Good luck wherever you go!
Know that in Buenos Aires have a friend who kept in a corner of his soul that hour lived with you because he considers them, definitely, and to paraphrase the eponymous film, "Something to remember." Cati Cobas
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