PATIENCE AND FENCING

Nicio in fencing three years ago because he likes strong emotions, physical confrontation and get your hands dirty without losing the style. The contact is the objective, a touch, a touch, the sound of the foil tearing the opponent’s fabric, the concentrated view, the senses profiled in a patient waiting, the exact moment, the perfect lunge.

Fencing is a sport that along with activities like football and box goes unnoticed, but it captures the attention in events of a less inclusive scope and particular, select competitions. A sport that purifies the restless and with the passage of time, perfects the patients and fast.

The sun on the forehead, a light fresh wind and a pile of suitcases.

A teenage girl sitting with her legs on the steel bench in sportswear that rests inadvertently, receives with a casual kiss on the cheek to another. The unusual suitcases with a long compartment conceal a weapon of the seventeenth century. Still others come up to greet and a heated teenage girl sits down next to Lydia to suffer the harsh rays of the sun with no more gesture of annoyance. They talk quietly and wait, as at any other time, for the teacher to arrive. All backpacks remain a pile on the ground that is familiar to them. Seated in the concrete the smallest, they shield themselves from the direct contact of the sun without problems.

 

A few steps in the area and cars arrive, one after another, from where children and adults alike descend; Enter and exit athletes through the door of the premises, cross a corridor between a security booth and a white table with two guards who carefully review backpacks suspected of storing a threat, although the swords here are no threat. At least the ten sabers and swords stacked in the sun, next to Lydia Casillas Cordero, no.

The 15-year-old fencer who prepares for the Baja California High Performance Center represents calm and victory: two gold medals and one silver medal. Lydia is one of the champions who have taken to Baja California to be called the machine of fencing, when obtaining 21 gold medals in the National Olympiad that was celebrated this year in Puebla.

Athletes pass showing their badge and continue to the facilities that reserve the right to show, except on special occasions. It happens that in the Center of High Performance, as in all high-performance centers in the country, there is no access for adverse sports. The majority passes by throwing critical glances at others, especially those who are not dressed in sportswear. They show an air of arrogance and security. They judge perhaps the disinterest for health.

Cyclists and runners pass; Well formed bodies pass through the pavement, strong and light, trained to perform activities requiring millimeter precision. They go wrapped in plastic fabrics with familiar logos and looks that evoke lines like “just do it” and “nothing is impossible”. They pass by showing a disagreement between the people who enter and the slightly overweight who wait in the entrance, dressed in heels or formal shirts, counting the minutes so that those who wait leave. They pass while they are left behind until they are lost in sight.

The continuous and enormous white fence that separates athletes from civilian-clad subjects and that surrounds the terrain does not seem to impose itself or present a challenge for the athletes it protects. The high fronts of people who have honorable medals to prove their worth. Impeccable scenery between cement and grass that do not vary in their gray and green tonality and that fill of energy next to the primary colors that adorn the structures only distracted by the voices that remain in constant agitation and the cars that circulate without stop by the university circuit .

Finally I approach the teenager who refuses to go through a reason that she does not share with her peers: wait quietly someone, me.

 

Fencing is a non-popular contact sport in Mexico. As unusual as carrying a foil in the streets in the twenty-first century, as subtle as fighting with one hand and as swift as a good thrust.

As the history of the International Fencing Federation says, sport “is as old as history itself.” Their antecedents come from the Egyptians who fought with sticks, later the Greeks with lethal arms and the Romans with swords and shields that taught the technique of the combat. If every culture exercised its strength or its defense with blood, the weapons and the fencing proved to be the ones that evolved the most.

In courts where sports are practiced it is common to hear a phrase that becomes sentence: “to play without being touched”.

If the fights were made in the open field, today the fighters have a corridor two meters wide and the possibility of moving forward and back. The attack has a limit, and is 14 meters long.

There are three types of weapon: saber, sword and foil. The combat is essentially the same, but the difference lies in technical details. The saber is moderately heavy and with it the valid contact zone is from the waist upwards. The sword is heavy and requires more strength in the arms to handle it but the area of contact is the whole body.

Lydia uses the foil, a weapon of a light and manageable character that only has as contact zone the torso. The foil is the weapon most associated with fencing: a thin metal line barely visible to the eye during the runs.

The voice of the seated teenager shakes. A smile opens, full of emotion and restless repeating phrases.

“You need good reflexes and a lot of concentration.” Good reflexes and lots of tension. Keep calm but keep the tension. Tension. Tension.

Then he pauses. Explain that the goal is to touch the enemy (“touch without being touched”) and return to concentration:

“It’s best to set aside the voices of spirit that scream from the stands, concentrate on the opposite and observe.

And we must know how to defend ourselves to attack. Keep calm, an unbreakable temper, an unusual speed that allows you to see in slow motion the attack that rushes on you and contain it. Breathe and look for the gap, focus, a flicker and stake the foil on the fighter’s chest. An impeccable counterattack.

Lydia is very small, with brown skin and thin complexion. She has her hair pulled up with an elastic band, and she remains on the bench, covering herself uselessly with the rays of the sun with her small, not so delicate hands.

It has a strong character that makes note with each word. It maintains a simple but concise conversation. Now the vocabulary you use reflects a sense of relaxation as you respond to the questions.

He likes travel and fencing has been given.

“A secondary advantage, but nice.

He likes to know the world when he competes, to take his bags, to pass through the cargo area with the inevitable and occasionally funny interrogations of the policemen upon seeing the foil, “Who is going to compete, you? So small?”.

Yes. The little girl beat Guadalajara in the last Olympics, pushing her opponent with precise and aggressive movements, even though she was overcome in height and stride, not caring about the cries of support against her and without being intimidated by the touches against. Attacking without allowing response, intense but keeping your feet in combat, eyes open.

Lydia is not like today with a hand on her forehead, covering the sun. It is covered with the white armor of thick cloth and its metallic mesh mask that does not allow to see its face, the white glove that prevents the metal of the grip slides in the sweat of the hand, a dark jacket full of electronic sensors that They do not allow lying to the fencers.

Finally return to the temperate climate of Puebla, the beaches of Cancun full of white sand and warm waters and then counterposes a trip through Europe. The impressive cold of Moscow, the trees of Germany and Hungary, the history of Italy and the skies of Poland, each place more impressive than the previous one.

“It’s a lot of effort, but it’s worth it, it has many rewards.

I close my notebook and she gets up. He takes his backpack off the ground, says goodbye and walks toward the door to a training session, to another fight.

FRAGMENT OF THE FIRST MEXICAN NARCOWESTERN

El Christmas gift to Los Pinitos F150 is a blue color, with Nevada plates, 20inch chrome wheels and raised suspension. Rodrigo Barajas understood why the godmother refused to take her. Too much risk for an ordinary man. He does not see himself as an ordinary man. He has tried hard not to be. Rodrigo Barajas is considered the last professional in a business plagued by amateurs. No, he does not know kung fu, nor karate, nor jiu-jitsu. He simply acts when the situation asks for it. No hesitation. That is why he is the man indicated for this job, which makes him proud.

Before reaching Caborca, Rodrigo Barajas encountered the slow caravan of nostalgic emigrants, all starting to return to their homeland. Always traveling south. Nobody travels north in December. Rodrigo Barajas will do it soon, since he has delivered the horse.

The detour to Los Pinitos, in the Sinaloa sierra, is far more lonely than Rodrigo Barajas expected. The calm procession of santa closes from the north, with their vehicles loaded with Christmas presents for the poor relatives stranded in the south, made them arrive at the ascending and winding road of Los Pinitos at five in the afternoon, already with the firmament color Purple, becoming darker and darker.

In front of him, Tamara Garcia pulls her thin, golden arm out of the window, with her hand open, waving it wavefully, as if to greet him. The high lights in the rear-view mirror, approaching at high speed, makes him suspect that he made a mistake by allowing Tamara’s family to follow him along this path. The blow on the defense by the other pickup confirms it. The shots in the cold night make it brake in the dry.

Eleven years earlier: Tamara Garcia can not believe that you are traveling in a cab. Even her mother does not give herself such luxuries. The two always travel by urban truck. The taxi driver listens to Tatuajes, by Joan Sebastián, in the modest sound system of his vehicle.

-What music do you like? Tamara asks Rodrigo Barajas, on the way to Chinese food.

“All,” the boy replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“But which one do you like best?”

-I like The Invaders of Nuevo León.

Rodrigo Barajas recalls seeing a caset of The Invaders of Nuevo Leon in his father’s van. Remember Lalo Mora on the cover of that caset, with his jeans, his fur coat, his red complexion, his brown mustache, and those small, spiteful eyes you’d better not mess with my son of a bitch. Javier Ríos, on the left, looked like one of those young gunmen who talk little but when they make them angry they take out their revolver and end the discussion right there. The caset included songs like El corrido by Laurita Garza, a teacher who kills her boyfriend out of spite and then kills her too. With a short squad. If my dad likes this music, he means that he’s not just any fag, Rodrigo Barajas used to think.

-And what music do you like?

-Of all … I really like Coyote …

“Do not you mind if I’m a little fat?”

“I mean his music … But I would not even beg to beg him.”

“Then the fat ones attract you.”

“Money is money.” It took less than five minutes to get to the restaurant.

“Wow, how nice it is here,” Tamara says, while Rodrigo Barajas holds the buffet door open. And it has air conditioning!

“You never came?”

-Do not.

“Comel here, or pala lleval?” Asks the eastern waiter.

“We’ll go to the buffet,” Rodrigo Barajas answers, very sure of himself, with his right back and steady pace.

-Ahead.

“Where do you want to sit?” The girl still does not believe it. This seems like a dream come true.

“There,” Tamara pointed out, pointing to one of the cabins glued to the edge of the property.

“Grab your plate and we’ll serve.”

Tamara Garcia has nowhere to start. Cantonese rice, chopsuey, chicken kung pao, almond chicken, chicken with pineapple, chicken cantones, shrimp with broccoli, shrimp enchilado, chunkun, chowmein, shrimp fin broth …

“How do they shrink those elotits?”

“They put a chemist on them.

-Ah.

They sit close together. Another couple watches them. An older couple. The man is about thirty-five. The woman possibly thirty four. He looks older, because of the mistreatment of his hair and his body type as well.

THE DOG THAT REMINDED US OF THE HUMAN

En a community of Veracruz, where the dead quivered racketeering and electoral campaigns heated tempers in every conversation, the people rose to unshackle a stray dog that ran the risk of being sacrificed.

“We are all Solovino,” exclaimed the protests. Who is the man who adopted the mediatic animal and saved him from dying? They say Don Dog and presume to have found happiness by raising 57 dogs and counting …

In the middle of the electoral massacre, a street dog that was national news for a few moments, perhaps a couple of days, was adopted by Rafael Sánchez Casas, who took him to his life alongside his 55 dogs and 3 cats.

And bit him.

 

“Have not you seen the dog that fights the chariots?” She is one of the sweethearts of the park, asked a niece Rafael, or Don Perro, as the inhabitants of a municipality near Xalapa, Veracruz, where they have a property adapted for their animals: simply our paths crossed, thinks while handling a Truck full of barks and happiness.

That dog, Solovino, had become the favorite mascot of Parque Juárez, sweetbreads, boleros and journalists fed him.

The media boom began when a trader thought to hang a sign where he asked for croquettes. They took photos. The image seized Twitter and Facebook.

Time later, a week before the presidential elections, Victor Tobias Gil, Head of the Animal Health Center of the municipality of Xalapa, sent a brigade of men to pick him up. Reports said that it was an animal that was at risk because it frequented to run between the cars, it once attacked a person.

But someone shouted: Leave Solovino! Another replied: We are all Solovino! And those who were there joined in the claims to let that mestizo dog, light brown, short in fur, with legs stained in white and ears and ocico edged in black.

The next day, very early. It was collected by the workers of the municipality so that no one saved it from its destination.

Those close to him thought they would sacrifice him. They politicized the issue, blaming Mayor Morales for a black campaign.

On the Internet it became scandal. El Universal and Excélsior gave space to the news, there was talk of marches and animal cruelty in local media. The municipality had to issue a statement explaining that the dog was fine. And more than twenty requests for adoption came to take Solovino.

Through the NGO Friends of Animals, AC., Rafael Sánchez asked Martha Alarcón, its president:

“What do you know about this dog that is already a scandal?”
“There’s a list of twenty people who want to adopt him.” Do not worry. You will have a home.

But Rafael clung to his tail. Then he got a call.

“What if Solovino is not available?” Do you take another?
-Yes.

 

“That dog is the law, it has the energy for that.” They already wanted to make a march for him to return. He was everyone’s friend.

Gabriel Estrada Castillo is a 53-year-old dulcero, his family place, with more than 70 years of tradition, was the first one in the Parque Juárez, where in the afternoons you can see from the viewpoint the mist falling on the roofs.

One day seven months ago came a stray dog with honey-colored hedgehogs, very similar to Golfo, a character from the film La Dama and El Vagabundo. They became friends, in the evenings they ate and played; At night it disappeared.

He already had his plate at the foot of Gabriel’s post. The first time they asked him about the dog, he replied: Well, he only came. And Solovino stayed with him.

“He was a half-asshole, he went and drank in the magazines across the street. The first time I saw him, I thought: I’m going to make that fat bastard look fat.

A government worker gave her a necklace with her name; Another brought him croquettes. Gabriel decided to hang a sign on his neck that said: “Xfa buy me croquettes, you leave them in the post that is in the corner of the Palace. Thank you”.

He thinks that annoyed the authority and that’s why they went after him. He went to visit the Animal Health Center, Solovino recognized, jumped and wagged his tail. Photographers captured them when they were together; The photos are now in memory of the post.

“I told the doctor, the dog identifies with me, and I with him. Its habitat is Parque Juárez. There he must live. I promise to bring it every weekend.

I made him famous so that others would take him. People ask me. Do you know where Solovino is?

In the kennel they said: Leave your request.
I would like to see it one of these days.

The only thing that made Solovino different, thinks Víctor Tobías Gil, Head of the Animal Health Center, was the media campaign that accompanied him.

“It was raised at the request of several citizen reports. It was an aggressive dog that ate the hotdogs of the merchants and urinated in the newspapers. Letters were taken in the matter, but it was defended by journalists and merchants.

Solovino found injuries and fleas. They sterilized him. He also had gums stuck in his body.

Lourdes Jiménez, Secretary of the Board of Friends of Animals, AC., Said that the media acted against the institutions, but thanks to this people turned to see the animals on the street.

There were really worried people who thought that Solovino was going to sleep, it was an innocent being, exposed, not reacting. And the people wanted to help him.

Friends of Animals were looking for a person who really loved dogs among the more than twenty requests. Rafael Sanchez said: If you need a home, I can give it to you.

-Rafa is an animal lover, he is one of the few people who invest their resources in them. He has taken dogs that nobody wants to adopt: old, mutilated, sick. He is probably the person that most dogs have adopted with us.

In twenty-three years of Friends of the Animals, I had never seen such a sound case. The other candidates for adoption agreed that he did not want another dog other than Solovino.

“He’s in a house where he is worshiped, he has a new family. God knows what’s going to happen to him.

Rafael Sanchez is 50 years old, five of them collecting dogs: Already adds 45 adopted animals and 11 godchildren who feed daily.

He walks the city in a red van, which has a poster of Andres Manuel López Obrador stuck in the camper.

It is easy to identify him, he always walks dogs from one place to another. Through the windows of the van, they peek out with their tongues and ears flying.

Barking is heard several meters away.

Almost all of them have been living in a dismantled soccer field that has been set up as an animal shelter. Before arriving at that place, it passes to Tino’s house, a fat, mustache and straw hat farmer who has 11 dogs tied up.

“I heard dogs barking at me. They were skinny on the bones. I asked permission to be allowed to spend food every day. There is a very thin line between a happy dog and a miserable one: the chain.

He recommended that they be sterilized so as not to have over population.

-In the colony they tell me the eggs Mocha. The children know me as Don Dog.

Within the myths that exist about his person, is the one that for each sterilized dog receives an economic amount; Or that the PRD is behind all this.

“I’m on the left, my father was a poor doctor.

When Rafael enters the old court, the barking of dogs deafens the environment. It has them divided into two sections with cyclonic mesh.

“I know the barking of the 45 dogs. They are like a child, they are not an object. They are living beings. When you are going to feed them you have to pass list. It is a practical act.

It is difficult to walk between more than 40 dogs. Everyone stands on their feet; Everyone wants to be caressed

It is difficult to enter into a conversation amidst forty excited dogs.

Forty-five dogs and eleven godchildren consume a bundle of 25 kilos of food a week: 2 thousand pesos.

Also two and a half kilos of sausage.

Five basic veterinarians.

Three hours of bathing a week in a pool with a special brew for fleas.

The construction of a cistern for the capture of rainwater with a capacity of 270 thousand liters, which is equivalent to 27 pipes of water.

Employ all morning to attend them.
Bathe three times a day.
Have a small blacksmith shop at home.
A bedroom in case any animal gets sick.

***

Five years ago he started picking up street dogs, anonymously. A run-down dog was the first to save. It just occurred to him. And from there more and more.

“The street dog suffers. They are not like the sun and the clouds. It is a helpless being. The excuses to get rid of a dog are unbelievable.

Fantastic stories of abandon abound in his pack.

Hunter, a Beagle, was thrown into the street because he ate a 5,000-peso cell phone, found it outside his master’s house. Rafael approached, saying that the dog had left.

“He did not go out, I threw him out.” He ate my cell phone. It is not mine anymore.

While Potter, a cousin of Hunter, got tired of it and they threw it to the roof.

“One of the ugliest forms of abandonment is the roof.” The dogs are sun and rain, abandoned. The roof is Siberia.

Others found them bound; in the bones.

Rafael has separated from the rest of the pack Chiquilina and his three children: Albóndiga, Pirrinplín and Pirata.

They began to hunt in a group, first they surrounded rabbits and they killed them, then lambs and cows. Neighbors of the place where he has his dogs wanted to sacrifice them. They looked for him.

When he adopted them, he found that three of his most peaceful dogs were bitten. One day he hid to see what was happening inside the group, and surprised Chiquilina and his children by attacking in a group, so he separated them with a mesh.

When Rafael is with them the dogs coexist with the rest, they do not dare to attack in his presence.

 

Always left. He was born in Xalapa, son of Dr. Alejandro Sánchez Simmedinger and Yolanda Pérez Casas, who died when Rafael was seven years old. He was raised by Dr. Emilia Zetina.

They were six brothers; Three live.

Rafael is thin; Gray hair Bright eyes: eternal smile.

“I’m a left-wing type, my dad was a poor doctor. He was an admirer of Fidel Castro, Che Guevara. I was in student movements at the Universidad Veracruzana.

He studied dentistry at the Universidad Veracruzana, specializing in putting brackets on adolescents; Was married in 1988 with Fabiola Hernández Lira, also 50 years old and pediatric dentist. She thinks he is crazy about his work with animals, but he supports it.

When his wife turned 50 years old he decorated a wall that is in the living room of his house, there are photos of days gone by; Of the family, of all the moments of happiness.

“We could not have family for medical reasons. The miracle of conception did not occur.

Rafael Sanchez says that dentistry is bourgeois people; Does not know anyone who supports Lopez Obrador.

He has even lost patients by getting into controversy by talking politics. He cares for the dogs in the mornings, in the evenings he works in his office.

“They are professions that isolate you, wanting to help people I ended up helping the dogs. You’re going to be left alone.

In a quarter of a hectare dogs live. There is a palapa, a blacksmith’s workshop, a small concrete slab of what used to be the old soccer field and a small two-story apartment at the bottom of the ground, where Rafael sleeps when a dog is sick, or wants to get rid of World around him.

In this department there are three adopted cats: Night, Firefighter and Camila.

The court built it 15 years ago for his love of football. He is a follower of Cruz Azul and a midfielder.

“He left me money, but no satisfaction. I rented it for parties. It was 2000 pesos gain every Saturday.
Rafael says that a dog has desires, longings. Nothing else barks because yes. He thinks that the trade of dogs should disappear, that leads to reproducing animals to sell them.

The satisfaction he finds now is different. It’s something you’ve been looking for for years.

“At last I found meaning in life. When I see my dogs it’s another story. You are committed to life. It’s my family. They are my children.

Rafael, Don Dog, comes and goes to Xalapa. There are some dogs in the house: those who are sick, the old ones, those who eat toads and can be poisoned, or those who are adapting, like Solovino.

Try not to get rid of human life, so no dog enters the house.

“I have not lost that human essence, I like to do my things. Sitting in the studio at the computer. I eat at the table with my wife.

He is aware that Solovino had affections before him, and by the time he is getting used to his new home, where they are valid, he said, the visits of those who formed a friendship.

He worries that the dog is so dependent; When he travels in the van Solovino approaches the cabin, in the back, while Rafael caresses him.

He is the only dog not sick that does not climb by himself to the truck, is not yet accustomed. It has to be laced with a muzzle to carry it, even biting.

“He’s not used to discipline.” Of all my pack, he is the only one who has taken a bite. On the day of adoption I bit my right hand. There is no bad dog, they are aggressive because of shyness.

The first week of August, Rafael adopted Tripié, an amputated dog with a foreleg that came to Amigos de los Animales, an Ejidal Shepherd, or a legitimate Street Terrier.

It now has 57 dogs and 3 cats. He does not know when it will stop.

THE CULT THAT FIGHTS ALIENS

Los inhabitants of the house marked with number 29 Rhine River Street in Colonia Cuauhtemoc Mexico City, usually work an average of 12 hours aday from Monday to Sunday in exchange for about 150 pesos a week. Some days they even stop sleeping in order to fully fulfill their mission: “to clarify the world”.

In this building live foreigners who are in the country with tourist visas and also Mexicans without contract or benefits. Come to their families one day every two or three months. Women are forbidden to become pregnant; If they do, they are pressed to abort. If someone gets sick, they leave him or throw him out.

The internal rules are rigid and are made so that nobody even thinks about the possibility of fleeing. Very few cross the exit door. The group punishes very severely the dissidence.

It is about the Organization of the Sea, a semi-secret group (very few know its rules or know who they are or how many members) that controls from here and for all Latin America the activities of the Church of Scientology (unofficial name given themselves ) Or Dianetics.

This is clear from conversations with Rafael Gomez and Victor Gutierrez, who did escape from the sect. They are not the only ones who have succeeded, but the first to dare to denounce the horrors that live in it: people, psychological abuse and hours of work inhuman.

“Each of those who work donate their whole lives. We speak of an organization that specializes in captive to emotional, spiritual and even physical people; Is lived under a semi-military regime. They do not even have health insurance, they pray not to get sick; Do not give them even the minimum wage and yet they work sometimes day and night, “reveals Rafael Gómez, who fled five years ago.

 

Before entering the Organization of the Sea the employees sign a contract for a trillion years, because this group proposes the thesis that its affiliates reincarnate. On the website scientology-lies.com (Scientology lies) Copies of these almost eternal, as stated in the ESO 00985 sheet signed by Lisa Skonetski agreements.

The food portions they give are poor and the menu is almost unchanged: oatmeal at breakfast, pasta in the meal and small portions of chicken at dinner. Rafael estimates that some 90 people work for the Organization of the Sea and the third part are foreigners who mock the law with tourist visas: before their permit expires, they are sent to Guatemala and back to record that they are still traveling.

This happened to Andrea Benitez, an Argentine who arrived without permits and who when she tried to return to her country found that the members of the sect had withheld her passport to prevent her leaving Mexico.

“In the case of Mexico, last December they asked to be recognized as a religion for the second time. The Ministry of the Interior still decides on the registration ».

That is why Alex Spatz, a member of the Organization of the Sea was accused of trafficking in persons by a Colombian woman and sentenced to six years in prison, the Attorney General’s Office reported in bulletin 1772, dated August 25, 2011.

An investigation by the Special Prosecutor’s Office for Crimes of Violence against Women and Trafficking demonstrated that Spatz “belonged to a moral person who contacted a Colombian woman in the city of Bogotá and was deceived by the decease to Mexico, where she finally went Subjected to forced labor, “the statement said.

According to Rafael Gómez, Spatz only followed the orders of his superiors. In the Organization of the Sea it is common that foreigners are recruited with deceit to bring them to Mexico, from where Scientology controls its subsidiaries in the rest of Latin America.

In order to understand what the Organization of the Sea is, it is necessary to explain the origins of Scientology or Dianetics, a cult founded in 1952 by science fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard, apparently following a bet that, as the scientist Carl Sagan narrated in His book Broca’s Brain (1979): “He had to invent a religion and make a living with it.”

Scientology is announced as an organization dedicated only to courses of personal improvement. In its first approaches offers the application of free personality tests; In a second step it proposes to its potential affiliates courses linked to the failures that found in the first tests. If for example a person has problems with studies, they advise you to attend the workshop “Learning to learn”.

In the first stages the courses are very cheap, but they become more expensive as the interested person progresses in his process. There are dozens of courses, books and workshops. Those who attend the talks believe that their life begins to improve, so they continue the courses with enthusiasm until they are called to work as part of the Scientology team, which means giving much of their lives to the cause. The most constant are called to join the Organization of the Sea, the semi-secret group that controls the operation of the sect.

As interested people enroll in more courses, they are trained in the belief of Scientology: the existence of perverse aliens who seized the universe, which contaminate humans and prevent them from being perfect. The mission of a scientologist is to clarify the world: to cleanse humanity of that extraterrestrial influence and to lead it to perfection and immortality. If a family member or friend of some scientologists questions their beliefs, the organization pressures the individual to cut off all contact with them. Euphemistically they call it disconnection.

In October 2009 the dianetics was fined in France with 600 thousand euros for the crime of fraud. In Russia, the Religious Council of the Janti-Mansi Autonomous District banned Ron Hubbard’s materials as extremists. In 1996 the German government called this sect “very dangerous and authoritarian.” He has also had legal problems in Greece and England.

Time magazine, the BBC, The New Yorker and dozens of media have published reports and documentaries on fraud, forced labor, slavery and abuses committed by the sect. However their adepts seldom find out because they are threatened with being excommunicated (they call them suppressive) and lose eternal salvation in case of reading material contrary to the dianetic creed.

In the case of Mexico, last December they asked to be recognized as a religion for the second time. The Ministry of the Interior still decides on the registration.

Dianetics came to Mexico in the 1960s. Luis González, director of Support for Community Programs of the sect, reported that he has 5,300 followers, according to the newspaper Reforma on 27 February, following the second dianetic request to the Ministry of Interior.

To become more adept dianetics uses many facades. By means of supposedly civil organizations it puts posters, creates pages in Internet and sends massive mails in which it offers to solve all type of problems, from business to addictions.

Its main façades: Understand More Achieves More, WISE, Narconon, Latin American Foundation The Road to Happiness and Effective Business Solutions.

Thanks to this strategy they have been able to teach courses in the National Lottery, the Federal Administration of Educational Services of the Federal District and even in schools of 15 cities of the Republic, including public primaries. Also they managed that TV Azteca included the video The road to the happiness in its programming (authorization issued by the Secretariat of Interior S-08-00137).

They are insatiable when it comes to demanding donations. Víctor Gutiérrez was forced to leave the Organization of the Sea by embarrassing his wife. Before they suggested to leave it and to continue giving its life to the association. He was later “public” (the equivalent of a layman in the Catholic Church) but left in 2009 because he was repeatedly called in the early hours to demand that he pay his donations.

He had to borrow two credit cards for approximately 20 thousand pesos each to meet the demands of Scientology, he said in an interview. Tired of feeling defrauded, he began to search the Internet for information about the cult, until he became convinced of the danger it represented.

Thanks to this strategy of pressure to obtain donations, Scientology built its monumental and imposing new temple in the street of Balderas, in Mexico City. It covers almost an entire street. In addition, the organization acquired an area in Interlomas, where it erects its most ambitious project: the headquarters of the Advanced Organization of Mexico, another of its façades.

There are also four other associations in the Federal District: the Dianetics Technological Institute, the Dianetics Development Organization, the Latin American Cultural Center and the Dianetics Cultural Center.

There are also representations and groups in León, Monterrey, Guadalajara and Puebla.

On a worldwide scale, Scientology adds its stars to the show to be promoted. They belong to the sect Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Katie Holmes and Anne Archer. In Mexico the actor Juan Ferrara fulfills this function.

I called the Church of Scientology to ask for his version regarding the abuses of which he is accused. Jonathan Rico, spokesman for Scientology for Latin America, sent an e-mail to this reporter with a copy to a law firm. In the message he demanded to obtain a copy of the report before its publication and accused of defaming the Church of Scientology, not without suggesting a threat:

“I also wish to inform you that while I am in the best position to maintain a friendly institutional relationship with you, we are also ready to defend and protect our Church, our religion, and the dignity of our membership against falsehoods, Discrimination, religious hatred and slander “.

Rico asked as a condition to give an interview to be given a previous questionnaire. The questions were e-mailed to him and I asked him to allow me to visit the facilities of the Organization of the Sea, see the work visas of his foreign employees as well as documents stating how much they are paid. The first meeting agreed could not be carried out due to problems of both agenda. The spokesman of the organization promised to communicate later to arrange another appointment. It did not.

Instead during the interviews I had with the former members of the sect, there were people who took pictures and escaped from the place where the talks were held. At the conclusion of a talk at the Sanborns cafe in downtown Coyoacan, one of the interviewees noticed that a man had photographed us and immediately ran away.

In addition, a person who initially agreed to give his testimony, later retracted because Scientology threatened to spread aspects of his private life among his relatives. His version was relevant, as he documented a million-dollar extortion case to aid the construction of one of the buildings.

The BBC has published a report on how Scientology hires private investigators to bring to light aspects of the intimate lives of journalists who dare to reveal the abuses they commit. A source from that organization confided that they had done the same to me in their eagerness to discredit the content of this report.

Economic power
From Barcelona, the therapist Michael Pearl, a member of the College of Psychologists of Catalonia and specialist cases of people affected by the abuses of sects explains strategies pressure of Scientology:

“When people leave Scientology they feel very upset, they are afraid to speak, they tell them inside that psychiatrists and psychologists will hurt them. They have very powerful law firms and more or less open strategies of intimidation. They threaten to spread confidential information that the person gave in supposed therapy sessions. ”

The sect operates in such a way, says the specialist, who make them believe that the whole world is their enemy, as well as they manage to unbalance the personality of its members.

“What do they gain from that?”
“You win the dome, which is in the United States.” Everything is a funnel that will stop there. They seek to make the world a Scientologist and feed on more and more people. The more adepts, the more money.

Víctor Gutiérrez handled the finances of Scientology in the nineties. At that time he collected from the parishioners about 150 thousand pesos a week. Almost all the money was sent to the United States and the local organizations worked in red numbers. The highest commanders in Mexico generally live up to date, convinced of their project, Rafael Gómez confided.

Bernardo Barranco, a researcher at El Colegio de México and director of the Center for Religious Studies in Mexico, warns that not only does Scientology commit such abuses with its adherents. He points out that the sacristans and helpers of many Catholic temples are generally bankrupt and work without hours or benefits.

Regarding the disconnection with the rest of the world, remember that inside the Catholic Church is practiced by the Legionaries of Christ with their candidates for religious.

“The more sectarian and the smaller the sect, the more abuses there are. Scientology in this sense is no exception, and is part of a great trend of many other religious organizations.

On December 12, Scientology delivered eight kilograms of documents to the Ministry of the Interior to obtain its registration. In 1999 they were denied the request, apparently because it did not meet all the requirements; However Barranco believes that this time will be different because the organization was careful to meet all the requirements, in addition to lobbying with the federal government.

“Is Mexico in danger?” I ask Perlado.

“Scientology, even if it says it has thousands of followers, does not really have them and is very discredited on a world scale. But humanly yes: there are family ruptures, estrangement from old religions, psychological vulnerability and other equally important imbalances.

THE RENEGADE’S JOURNEY

What makes a man leave everything to make his motorcycle roll? Toño Renegado left home to travel 5,800 kilometers on a motorcycle, overcoming desert, mountain and coast, all for cotorrearla again with his carcasses from all over Mexico. For this he resigned his work as an electrician because he was not given permission to travel. He told his daughters and wife that he loved them. He kissed them: he crossed himself. And he pressed the accelerator on the Saltillo-Torreón highway, waiting for the breath of someone to find it …

“It’s all a memory of asphalt and solitude; A close of eyes in the darkness.

Toño Renegado showed a map of the Mexican Republic, leaning on the table in a bar where he used to go two or three times a week to listen to rock and drink a bucket of ten beers in the company of Lys, his wife.

After the metal chords of Iron Maiden he said that he had three years as president of the Renegade Motoclub. And this year they would celebrate the 25th anniversary in Mexicali, Baja California, touring the Rumorosa: challenging their curves; Eating seafood in droves and drinking beer as corsairs.

Despite having everything against it, I would travel, I needed it because of multiple personal problems. Life itself.

“And how many Renegades are in Saltillo?”

“But me and the other one, but the other one does not have a motorcycle, because he lost it and was out of work.” I am the president, I have to be there.

Toño Renegado is 30 years old, long hair: permanent circles. You almost always wear a denim vest from the motorcycle, red long-sleeved shirt and paliacate.

It has many memories of the road, fantasies, a violent north of the country that has explored after hours and hours of sun: What interests me is to shoot. I’ll do it anyway I do not know you ?.

We met on January 6 in a toy delivery organized by the newspaper where I work in popular colonies. Motoclub Renegade and Gargoyles decided to help by giving away toys on their motorcycles.

“Motorcyclists are gracious. You meet beautiful people all over the country. I would not change it for anything.

“Is not the trip boring?”

“No, it’s therapy. You go singing, suddenly you scream, remembering you fuckers.

The road likes it in spite of being a killer by nature; When he goes to a place he does not usually rest. He drives at night, hitting memories in his head: no worries. Free, stealing quota booths.

“It’s not fair to be charged like a car, a motorcycle is not a heavy vehicle. I know it’s wrong, but they should charge half.

Toño Renegado is a bandit of the asphalt, so has forced the system. He does not use drugs. Sometimes when the rock gives permission dances cumbia in slums of bad death until dawn.

“For a woman you’re not going to fight with a carnal. We walk on our roll Are you going to travel to Mexicali?

Just a night of cumbia invited me. Renegado had problems at work, with the boss; With all, with all. Little money. A vacation that was denied and that would serve to travel.

“Do not give up, Toño.

“I want to roll.” I was going to give up anyway.

-And your family?

“They support me, they know this is my passion. I pass by you, you tell me what you think. And so you get used to the bike.

I had never gotten on a big bike, less a chopper, less a traveler. In tight corners it tilts almost to the ground. We are in the city; The engine roars. The lights of the cars illuminate us.

We do not have a helmet; We went up a bridge.

We see the city with its lights electrifying everything: bars, restaurants.

The wind blurring the night, shaking the hair, caressing the face. Then down a slope, passing a van to over 100: children greeting through a glass, ladies watching with a frightened face, a couple going for a few beers to talk about life, a motorized dream.

Juan Antonio Ramírez Neave is Toño Renegado. He was born and raised in Saltillo. Robust, he wears industrial boots, denim trousers. Believe in God, but entrusted to St. Jude Thaddeus .. Smokes Benson & Menthol Hedges.

She has a knife and a traveling motorcycle Royal Star Venture, 1999 model that she bought from Maria Gumersinda Nájera Encina, More, from Motoclub Gargolas, who sold it after the death of her husband.

-It’s the plan, that Pedro Rivera Hilario keeps rolling. It is the legacy that left us. One day be able to say ‘ mission accomplished ‘ .

The deal was that Toño paid as much as he could and as he could, usually one thousand pesos a month. Pedro Rivera, More said, drove his motorcycle all his life. The Royal Star acquired it in Monterrey.

-Bought another bike. He was planning to sell the Royal Star. He left three vehicles. When he was not there, the furniture was going to stay. We wanted their bikes to continue rolling.

They had three children, Yajaira, Zoraida and Carlos Alejandro, who died on April 18, 2008 at the age of 26 on the Piedras Negras – Laredo highway, when a drunk driver drove him to the front.

Six months later, on Oct. 25, amid more than 10,000 choppers Pedro Rivera suffered a heart attack at an event in Leon, Guanajuato, he was 50 years old.

-Life is like that, God gave them the opportunity to die in what was their life. I would like to die like that too.
More, 53, said her husband’s dream was to have a traveling Goldwing motorcycle. He bought it months before he died, now it is handled by Yajaira, mother of Diego Armando Ruiz, who at age three was named the smallest biker in Latin America. Motoclub Gargoyles are familiar, more than 50 people roll through the republic.

Toño knew it in the way, when it was not surnamed Renegade and belonged to Spartanos.

“It’s easier for Toño to travel because nothing else is him,” says Vámonos. And he hits her until she gets to a place …

Toño Renegado has some rules when he travels: not to sleep, he almost does not eat; Do not waste time do not drink beer

-I want people to know what we are, motorcycling is a passion, it’s a lifestyle, it’s not a hobby. We strive to do what we like.

-What does the trip represent as a person?

-I realize that I am something important in the world, it is growth for me, I feel that I have no limits, I have no borders. People are afraid to go to the border, I want to show them that there are still good people, you always find good people on the road that will help you. Are you going to go?

On the morning of April 26, Allen Gonzalez, of Nuevo Leon, passed to Saltillo by Toño Renegado, who after praying with his wife turned on the engine of his motorcycle, tied a suitcase, put on gloves, helmet and glasses to take road.

It was a cool, cloudless day. Under a clear blue sky they parted the motorway with their motorcycles. At two hours of travel, the sun began to warm the leather jackets and their long-sleeved T-shirts. They robbed two booths of quota receiving claims, saving 171 pesos.

At times they raised the speed to more than 150 kilometers per hour, they saw the plain of edge of the highway. The palms of the desert; The towns desamparados and the indications shot by bands of narcotraficantes … I went with them.

 

III

The clubhouse of Renegados in Torreon is a property in the colony Laguna Sur, the president is Buyo, had left for Mexicali a day before. There were Fausto Natera, Luis Rodríguez, Larry, Samuel Morales, Greñas and Jorge Luis de la Fuente, Flander de Nuevo León, as well as Juan Antonio Saavedra, Yani, from Tampico, Tamaulipas.

Yani and Flander had also given up their jobs to be on the 25th anniversary of the motorcycle.

Kilometers before arriving at Torreón Toño Renegado’s bike suffered a defect in the ballas, had to change them. Allen and the others came forward to gain time.

-The club is characterized by that, you have to shoot. If you break down you have to pull it out. This fart is despapaye, but also responsibility is required.

Toño’s plan was to repair the balatas and wait for Emanuel Saavedra, Chato, 26, from Torreón, to start his 1980 Suzuki motorcycle. All day and part of the night they worked on them, they got spare parts, they drank logs, Idealizing the encounter with the carnal.

The Forsaken call themselves Carnal.

On the road we are Carnales.

It was already a day lost in Torreon. The night began to fall in the Shire, but not the heat. Toño and Chato worked all the dawn to leave at 10:00 am the next day.

It was a long trip, Chato’s motorcycle constantly failed the carburetors and had to stop, use mechanics. Take it easy.

The trip of three hours became seven, the first stop to eat was in Camargo, at Chico’s house, where Armadillo also arrived, both Renegades who could not travel. It was another two hours of waiting, to get pieces for Chato’s bike.

Toño urged him to come to the presidents’ meeting; Share ideals.

-We are defending the country, we do not let motorcyclists enter the United States. We help to avoid bad motorcycles, there are gangs.

“What do they say at meetings?”

-They reiterate the pride of being Renegade, to enter are many tests. You have to roll. Have a motorcycle spirit.

-And the women?

“There are no women in the club, only as companions. It may sound macho, but it is to avoid misunderstanding, for women’s issues a club can be separated.

Chato’s bike again failed in Ciudad Delicias. The afternoon was running out. He stayed there, at Mike’s house, another of them repairing his vehicle.

Toño continued his way, did not see back, only embraced Chato: We are delayed, we have to hit him at night to arrive.

It was a frosty night on the Chihuahua highways. We cross the mountain range with extreme temperatures and a sky covered with white stars on a black road. We had to use the little clothes we carried to fool the wind, cover our faces with little bandanas so as not to breathe the cold, think of so many things, seeing the dense mass fragmented by the light of the headlight of the motorcycle.

Pure asphalt, solitude and nothingness around.

Tears in the dark were not a memory, but a cold.

Nuevo Casas Grandes was far away.

IV

As a good president of a motorcycle club Toño Renegado has groupies, but it is a mandilón. Always and every now and then he telephoned Lys, who is actually called Francisca Lizeth Marines Aldaír, 26 years. He met her seven years ago when they worked in a factory: they fell in love. It was the first chopper wedding in town.

“I always support him in all decisions, whether good or bad.

“And what will happen to the family?”

“We’ll see what we do.” He had too many scoldings in the jale.

She worked in the copying center. Every day they met in his apartment, in the dining room. Sometimes on the street. They started a relationship the last days of April 2004.

Lys’s father disagreed with the man in denim, leather and motorcycle who dreamed of roads, carried a razor, and challenged authority.

They were finally married on March 19, 2005, she in white, he with tuxedo and bow, but above the motorcycle. They had two daughters: Eva Yadú and Mixtli Lizeth. They formed a family next to Cristina Alejandra, daughter of Lys that Toño decided to create.

The wedding was unique, remember Lys, Toño belonged to Motoclub Espartanos; Camels were organizing an event where there were more than four thousand motorcyclists.

Witnesses of honor were State Policemen working near the event: With the pitiful emotion did not know what, Lys smiled.

Do not be jealous that Toño Renegado walk in motorcycle events, which is synonymous with women who are approaching, alcohol, bars, beaches, rock groups, cumbia.

“After all, it’s the president, you’re going to get women, whatever happens there, it stays there.

To Toño Renegado I did not know any woman, neither in the way, nor in the event.

V

Kilometers before arriving at Nuevo Casas Grandes Toño invaded rail track due to the dream, happened meters before arriving at a position of revision of the Federal Ministerial Police. The cold was intense. Someone or something woke him up.

To Toño came many crazy theories of which he would speak later in Imurís, Sonora with El Niño del Tambor.
That early morning we slept for four hours inside the facilities of Firemen, who saw the people of Monterrey pass that we were ahead on the trip.

Firefighters Elli Trejo, Pedro Moncada, Raúl Ramírez and Jesús Manuel Morales wished luck before talking about being careful of the checkpoints of drug gangs. They gave coffee, biscuits and blessings.
The road followed, gray and hot, full of mountains and fiery plains, until we stopped in the limits of Sonora and Chihuahua, where Toño prayed to an altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe, observed a canyon surrounded by hills pelones, felt the last blizzard Of winter flying his hair, lit a Benson & Hedges, said looking at that, that was all: It is poetry without words, here you set the world.

There was silence. Then he decided to do a ritual he learned from a shaman who has a tattoo business in the center of Saltillo, a person from the Sierra de Guerrero who prefers not to say his name: his nickname is Tiger, Tiger is. Invokes Indian spirits in a temazcal on the old road to Arteaga.

As there was no pure tobacco, he undid a cigar, scattered it on the four cardinal points, throwing the particles into the air, floating like cottons in a gale. He invited us to do the same, we lit another tobacco. Smoke filled his chest, ran his throat and came out through his nose …

What that man did was ask for protection from the spirits. He was reporting to the four courses, he was lining up, El Tigre later told, before convincing him to enter a Temazcal to purify me.

“It’s like giving without asking for something, our old men talking to the spirits.

Tigre said that some years ago they were Renegades to put them in the Temazcal. It was precisely the year that Toño was surnamed Renegado, after a national meeting. That time, he said, a brotherhood was born because Motoclub Renegade and he believed in a red road, of wisdom … the way of fire.

“It’s an indigenous road.” Its colors, its ideals coincide with what we believe, even if it was the vision of a dead man.

Because the founder of Motoclub Renegado, Antonio Álvarez, Toñón, died in an accident in 1990. The shield represents, Javier González, Chibuya, Secretary of Mexicali, told me his roots by the plume adorned with 27 pens that are the 27 of March, Foundation date.

-The red color is the war for us, it represents our defense, our roots.

And Tiger taught that all tribes coincide with the same colors …

 

SAW

Imurís, Sonora met us with a broiler where they roasted meat. The grill said that a day earlier motorcyclists from Monterrey had eaten at his place. Until then came Luis Maldonado, Spiral, a globetrotter with the tattooed face of Magdalena de Kino coming from Parras de la Fuente, Coahuila.

“No, honey!” You’re The Drum Kid!

“Yeah, that’s how he put a newspaper over there.”

“This … I put you like this.

It happens that weeks before leaving, Luis was walking in Parras in El Estanque de la Luz dancing and singing with a drum, invoked evil spirits: he brought a jar with marijuana, alcohol and peyote. People who passed by the place warned the police, after beating they arrested him.

The popular newspaper where I work headlined the news on the cover.

And Drum Kid was left.

From adolescent he decided to cross the Mexican Republic. His grandfather taught him black magic, occultism. He has devilish figures in his hands, which he made with fire.

He was born 29 years ago.

Wear sun hat and glasses; long hair.

Walking boots.

He has seen the sea, desert; Ice, mountains and green plains.

He does not want to stop walking.

One day he got mad and left the house.

He sells drums. Sing strange things.

One day he came across Los Zetas in a deserted area.

He likes to go to caves and do witchcraft.

He fell in love in Quintana Roo; He did not want to tie himself to someone.

Drummer shared the table, guessed that Toño Renegado had something, like hidden powers. I could not see it in my face.

They talked about freedom, about shooting, how miserable the world is.

They also talked about magic and fantasy.

Toño remembered once that it was going towards Los Cabos, the heat of the desert was suffocating and had not slept. He was losing sight of the asphalt and drove asleep a few meters. An eagle flying low matched its path. Woke up.

An Indian sorcerer confided to him that it was a divine sign that warned him not to die, like what happened before arriving at Nuevo Casas Grandes, when the bike did something strange and woke up.

Drummer Boy said goodbye as a friend, thanked someone to understand: On the road we are all the same, answered Toño Renegado.

I’m sure I’ll bump into Drummy Boy somewhere.

And I’ll make you a profile like this.

VII

They left Hermosillo to meet Los Renegados and have a branch of the motorcycle club. Ulises Garcia, El Maniaco and Francisco Javier Cortés we met in Caborca, in a mini super where we had drinks.

If they tell me No, I’ll keep waiting, thought El Maniaco: nine years of motorcyclist, 32 years old. He is an instructor in a gym.

“I’m very interested in the name: Renegades, the color red, the brotherhood there. Back in Hermosillo we are comrades, friends. They call themselves Carnales.

Francisco Javier, 45, with only 24 months of running, went back and forth to Canada a year ago.
Together we followed the road, the night fell again. We skirted the border, at least we could see the lights on the other side of the wall. Toño cursed the border patrol and gang motorcycling.

We arrived at an uncertain hour in Mexicali, carnales from all over the country were walking around the city patrolling its streets. The hotel headquarters, at least where they hosted those who came from outside, was located in the historic center. Place of passage for migrants, assailants, murderers or renegade travelers without destination.

El Maníaco, Francisco Javier, Toño Renegado and I settled in.

In a bar we talk about the road; Of everything that hides.

VIII

To wake up after almost three days of motorcycle travel without stopping is to be born again, more when you are sure that you could die and that something out of this world saved you.

Travel is tired, if you do not tie the helmet well the air can fly, if you do not wear a mask or a handkerchief that covers the face a mosquito can get muddy.

Wearing jackets and denim is not vanity; It is necessity before a possible fall.

The heat does not sit on top of a motorcycle even if you are at 40 degrees.

Cold is cruel in chest and hands.

When one travels for hours and hours he arrives at the destination covered with flies, his body aching and his eyes burning. It is a bit tedious to have to load fuel at each gas station.

The capacity of the tank of the motorcycle is 21 liters.

Boots are necessary to dampen the weight of the vehicle.

Toño Renegado wears keychains and religious prints as amulet.

 

IX

How are you, carnal? “Allen Gonzalez received a hug before departing to a restaurant in La Rumorosa, where they put a plaque commemorating the 25th anniversary of the motorcycle.

He asked about the trip and its setbacks; We are always following their rounds.

More than 150 motorcyclists rode in caravan, all waving in embrace; All fleshly.

Live today, brother … Just. There are no worries here, Allen said before getting on the bike.

And there was no more, because La Rumorosa and his carnales made Toño Renegado forget that he did not have work and had to return with the family to pay debts that acquired during the trip.

The curves with anxious spirits, watercolor ravines and car graveyards were now the landscape.

Jorge Luis de la Fuente, Flander, 10 years of motorcyclist, decided to leave work to be on the anniversary, became Renegade for brotherhood, unity and conscience that characterizes them when motorcycling is spoken. I worked as a chauffeur; Has a daughter and Sandra Marisela, his wife. She carried the expenses of the trip.

“I asked permission to leave for a week, they said: If you want to take all the time you need. And then I came.

While Juan Antonio Saaavedra, Yani, 30, worked as chief security in a bar. He traveled with little money. He said goodbye to his nine-year-old daughter.

“They rebelled, they did not want to give me permission, and I came.” I had been working for six years.

“Is it worth giving up everything for this trip?”

-In some things yes, like work (laughs). But this is ours.

Yani said that he saw everything from sandstorms to a shooting out of Tamaulipas. He has been a Renegado for three years, the same ones he has as president.

By this time the trip to Yani had run out of money, the decision was to buy motorcycle oil or drink beer. Received a call from his wife, they argued. He got angry.

He remembered that he met her coming from Guadalajara, when he was coming off the bike. He was drunk and full of flies. That’s what they wanted: I’m a good runner, I’m a walker and drunk. That’s how they know me. Do not complain.

Toño Renegado heard his story, answered with a long Simoooooon, so he says when he thinks, when he says, when he does not understand. And went to spend a voucher for a pantry to buy a pack of 24 beers and share.

Yani could not stand it any longer: I’m going for a cheve, I’m going to spend the oil.

X

There was everything in the events, I mean music, food, brotherhood. Toño Renegado spent it counting and listening to roads, imagining landscapes and talking about mechanics and fantastic events.

Despite not having money, she had a good time. He always does something to get ahead, like in 2007, when he was appointed president at a national meeting in Saltillo.

That occasion had to receive with all his carnal, he pawned his motorcycle in 10 thousand pesos, so he bought 400 beers that were finished in one day.

When the Renegades found out they did not let him spend more, after finishing the one-on-one event, he supported him financially with what they could: The club’s chill is that they understand you, he said.

Mexicali took an electricity tool to sell it and got a loan. Lys sold an old Volkswagen car she had, got another loan and sent it to her husband in bank deposit.

One of the tires with which it traveled was smooth, his carnal ones cooperated to buy a new one to him. At four days Chato arrived, immediately joined the party and toured Tijuana, Tecate and Puerto Peñasco.

They saw the sea, its cliffs. Beaches and seagulls poking food.

I said goodbye to Toño Renegado in Mexicali, I had to go home because of work: tragedies, death, blood.

The last night I saw it was when they had the national board, where they caught the attention demanding that they put up the spirit of motorcycling. Toño Renegado was sitting, drinking and listening to a group of heavy metal in a park where they congregated to the motorcycle club.

We toured the historic center for the last time, we toasted, we took care of the assailants, we saluted prostitutes and patrons; Musicians and drug dealers, we wanted to go to the bars, but there was no money. We remember tips, wives, loves, friends, family, work.

Then we flew, we parted the asphalt of the boulevards with fists high, meters ahead, behind us, to one side, all over the city had Renegades doing run run on their bikes.

Mexicali was red, its night, its dawn …

Epilogue

Toño Renegado returned with Chato crossing the desert of Sonora and the mountain Tarahumara, they drove day and night stopping twice to sleep. They visited El Maníaco in Hermosillo, hosted for the first time as Renegado upon being accepted as president.

Maniac at all times nicknamed Toño as Gordo.

In San Luis Rio Colorado they found a lady from Yucatán who was abandoned by polleros in their attempt to cross the border. They helped her by taking her to Sonoyta.

Lys received Toño with a meal of roasted meat to which they invited me, there he told many of his adventures.
He did not return to the bar where we planned the escape because he struck a guy who wanted to woo his wife.
He followed with his knife, St. Jude Thaddeus and his eternal garb.

The last thing I learned from Toño Renegado was that he did not find work as a technical electrician, he cut his hair for several interviews.

But he did not leave the bike.

Finally he went with a contractor: he washes trucks and takes out garbage in Petróleos Mexicanos.

Is happy. The other year he plans to go to Tijuana on the 26th anniversary.

He would give up everything again.

Whenever I see a motorcycle I remember Motoclub Renegade.

And I smile.

I would climb on a motorcycle only if we go south.

JACOBO ZABLUDOVSKY: WITH GOD AND WITH THE DEVIL

No 72 year old man moved through the crowd agolpada sought to shake his hand before his departure. Between the flashes and the security corps, they could see his gray head and his smile. Always smile. That night of April 2000 Jacobo Zabludovsky appeared for the last time in his newsreel that for almost three decades was called 24 hours. The last 15 minutes of their broadcast were an endless farewell. Tens, perhaps hundreds, of Televisa employees came to their study, to the corridors, to the balconies to say goodbye from anywhere. To applause, who was the headline of the most influential newscast in Mexican history, he could say goodbye to cameramen, editors and make-up artists. He called them by his first name, wished them good luck, to take care of their children, who were no longer unpunctual. He had a few words for everyone. Zabludovsky had been working for the company for over 50 years. He had memorized the names of the watchmen, the secretaries, the phone numbers of the managers, the ages of their children. Twelve years after leaving Televisa, Zabludovsky still remembers that heap of stories that united him with the largest television station in Latin America. His audience remembers those stories of which they were witnesses thanks to him and also those others that knew by the public domain but that he decided to remain silent.

The old bullfighter

The offices of Jacobo Zabludovsky are a redoubt of peace amid the chaos of a boulevard, the Avila Camacho, in permanent construction. The man who was named Knight of the Legion of Honor by the French government in 2004 leaves his comfortable office to escort me from the reception. His building was created by his brother Abraham, one of the most renowned painters and architects in Mexico, and the design of his office is designed to keep at least a third of his personal library, which occupies three walls from floor to ceiling. The rest is not a wall, but a huge window from which you can see the whole of Mexico City.

Before I start the interview, I offer water, coffee and a chocolate. Apologies because the kettle has broken down. At age 84 Zabludovsky looks fragile, with hands stained by the years and legs thinned by the time. But his grave voice, the one that opened the doors on the radio and gave him the stardom on television, is the same, as his lucidity and smile. “Withdraw? But if I’m not a bullfighter, “he says,” I do not need the strength and agility to do my job. ” I will never withdraw. “

Your memory stays intact and moves around your library with energy. In the midst of 6,000 books, it takes only a few seconds to find one of his favorites about Robert Capa, the founding photographer of Magnum Agency. His huge blue eyes light up like those of a child who boasts his collection of prints. “This volume,” he explains as he brushes the leaves gently, “includes all his photographs of the Spanish Civil War. All of them, “he says, apologizing for thinking he was taking my time.

Speaking of “The death of a militiaman”, his favorite image of the Hungarian photographer, curses the “shotgun shotgun” that brought the soldier designed to hunt rabbits and not to face tanks of the Francoist government. He apologizes again for his “bad words”. And it is that James has courtesy for all, for friends and strangers, for his followers and his critics, whom he never identifies by name but says that “they do journalism according to their own convictions and values, just like me.”

Even when asked Molotov that popular song, ” Que No Te Haga Bobo Jacobo” referring to the bias of the journalist, Zabludovsky welcomes them and other groups can sing whatever they want. “I’ve never heard it, I do not know if it’s offensive, but if it is, it’s in your right to express what you think,” he says.

Express race

Jacobo was already a journalist at age 14. He worked as proofreader in the newspaper El Nacional, then authored a column of gossip in the weekly El Redondel and finally found his place writing newsreels on the network Radio Continental. He was less than 20 years old when he was the news director of the newly created XEX. At 23 he produced and directed the first television news on Channel 4, sponsored by General Motors. In 71, entering at 40, it became the star conductor of the main television channel. He did not abandon those reflectors until his son Abraham resigned his newsreel in 2000.

The day he decided not to continue working for the company without his son, he went out for a drink with his wife Sarita in Polanco when he received the call from the then private secretary of the president, Liébano Sáenz, who summoned him to a meeting with Ernesto Zedillo in his office in Los Pinos. Zedillo and Zabludovsky were and remain old friends. “I’ve known him since before anyone imagined he could be president,” says the journalist. His friend the president told him that he could not resign, that he could not be the eternal tutor of Abraham. But James’s decision was taken. “My son does not need a tutor. And I can resign. I already resigned, “he replied, closing the conversation.

Thus, from one day to the next, he ended his almost 30 years as the builder of Mexican reality: in his best times was the reference. There was no greater proof of credibility than “Jacobo said.” “The Mexicans saw it religiously because it was the only way to find out what was going on. Of course an impenetrable confidence had been created, “says Raúl Trejo Delarbre, columnist in the magazines Emeequis and Zócalo, and coordinator of books such as Televisa, the Fifth Power and Televisa Networks.

Antonio does not want his surnames to be published because he does not believe in the media, although he worked for one for 18 years. He was one of the 24 hour technicians. But with the departure of Jacobo was one of the many employees dismissed when the team of the new driver entered. He does not hold a grudge against James, although he has lost his job because of his departure; Unlike. “He was always the first to arrive, the most prepared. He knew the name of his entire team and spoke to us with the same kindness, no matter who we were. I respected everybody’s work and I recognized you, even if all you did was lift a cable, “he says. Antonio does not remember the Zabludovsky newsreel in the heaviest moments, such as the 1988 elections or the murder of students in the 1960s and 1970s, but when Jacobo interviewed Cantinflas and María Felix. “No one knows how to ask questions like him,” says the man who now repairs household appliances and still has Jacobo as an informational reference, but since his radio news program De una a tres, by Radio Red, the one with the highest audience in that timetable according to Ibope company, dedicated to measuring and analyzing media audiences.

The Silence of James

In the television Jacobo did not impose its voice. She was the only one. Researcher Trejo Delarbre denies that the presenter was the official spokesman for the regime. “It was the only national news, it had no competition, of course that makes it the most visible face. The space of action for journalists in general at that time was very small. Zabludovsky did his job, was not a news reader, was a real reporter and was the best known. He suffered censorship, like everyone else. Does that make him a spokesperson? Of course not, “he says in an interview.

The 24-hour news program was born in 1971 and was the first of its kind. No other company had its production capacity and there was not even another competitive television network. It was until 1993 that Tv Azteca and his “Informative Force” were born. By then, Zabludovsky had taken 22 years of advantage and recognition from the public. “It was not the official communicator,” Trejo says, “I was just the only one.”

But in the seventies there were other journalists who in other media tried to end the official versions. Like the Excélsior directed by Julio Scherer, that was taken by a group of cooperativistas incited by the government of the then president Luis Echeverría, constant object of the critics of the newspaper. On the night of July 1976, when journalists were expelled from their facilities, Jacobo, “servile to Echeverria and all the PRI presidents who came after” – according to Vicente Leñero in his book The Journalists – said that the administrative change Was the result of an assembly that was carried out in order and complying with the statutes of the cooperative. He also said that they had found weapons in the offices of Scherer from the Sandinista guerrilla in Nicaragua with which the journalist had ties. It was the end of “an era of yellow journalism and destabilizing our democracy,” he said in front of the cameras.

No, Jacobo did not come to the defense of his colleagues, nor did other journalists. “It is likely that Zabludovsky kept quiet because those were the rules and they did not apply only to him,” says Trejo.

On the night of October 2, 1968, Jacobo opened his news program on Channel 4, saying “today was a sunny day”. It certainly was not for the thousands of students who demonstrated in the Plaza de Tlatelolco. But television, radio and newspapers only spoke of armed youths who wanted to boycott the Olympics. Even today, the number of dead and missing are estimates. The next day Jacob received a call from President Gustavo Diaz Ordaz, who demanded the use of a black tie that he interpreted as a symbol of mourning. “Mr President, I have been wearing a black tie for years,” the reporter replied. And it was true. The state monitored every movement of those who dedicated themselves to inform and marked the step. There was no room for dissent.

“Have you ever had to put up any expressions of disagreement like that?”

-Always. In all cases the journalists operated in the margin of possibility. Mexico was a country where the three powers were in the hands of one party, but also the other powers: the press was dominated, the unions, the church, the business groups, the economy. Within that absolute power of a single party, the journalistic possibility was marginalized.

“Did you ever lie on your newsreel?”

-My team and I always try to do in-depth research, collate information. In some cases we did not have that option, it was impossible because the sources were closed because nobody answered your questions, because they also injected us with self-censorship.

“So you were forced to lie?”

“I was forced to keep the official version, because our possibilities for research on some subjects were minimal. And that was suffered by all journalists, not just us.

– Do you regret any special coverage?

“Regrets always happen, whether or not you are a journalist. But one can not whine all the time, or it can happen to the woman of Lot who looked back and became a statue of salt. You have to look forward and take the experience to make it better in the future.

-Does it seem unfair to be identified as the spokesman for the PRI regime?

“It’s unfair, but it’s understandable because he was the most notorious journalist, the most prominent. It always happens that you identify a certain moment with a certain person, just because there it was. I understand it although I do not share it.

Your Home City

On the morning of September 19, 1985, when Mexico City was shaken by the worst earthquake in its history, Jacobo Zabludovsky left his wife at home and went out to find the news among the ruins. He did not know, but he was the only journalist who managed to broadcast for the XEW through a phone installed in his car. During his 12 hours of recording there was only a long silence. It was around nine o’clock in the morning when he arrived at the Televisa Chapultepec building which was then collapsed. He knew who had died. He had hired them, assigned them their schedule, knew they were there at 7:19 in the morning when the earth broke. For a few seconds the guilt made him flinch. “It was my family, I lost 100 members of my family. I could not say anything, I just started to cry in silence. Then I gained consciousness that I had to keep on reporting, that people needed information. “

That day reminds him as the most difficult of his career. “My city was destroyed,” he says. Over the years, his relationship with the DF became more intimate, especially after joining the Advisory Council for the Rescue of the Historic Center, along with Cardinal Norberto Rivera, historian Guillermo Tovar and businessman Carlos Slim, who counts among His most endearing friends.

Jacobo has paid special attention to La Merced, the neighborhood that saw him grow. Here, where most of the streets are occupied by prostitutes and street vendors, Zabludovsky’s name is a legend. In the street of San Jerónimo, the neighborhood that was its first home no longer exists, but Rosario Mendez remembers with admiration the family formed by David Zabludovsky and Raquel Kraveski. He was selling scraps of cloth, but he gained his place as a merchant. “Everyone was blond and light-eyed, you could not forget something like that,” says the 75-year-old woman. Remember also the two little boys always carrying a pile of books. “They were very hardworking Jews and very studious. That was always noticed. No one could think about what they were going to become, but it was clear that they were not going to age in these directions. ” Now Jacobo lives very far, but he never forgets his neighborhood and always defends its restoration and conservation.

“The streets of my childhood go with me everywhere,” says the journalist. And it was these streets that aroused his tireless curiosity and his voracity as a reader. For many years the Zabludovsky family went through economic hardship, but the journalist fondly remembers his walks for Donceles in search of used books that were within his reach. Jules Verne was his first author, but it was Dostoevsky who forever anchored him to reading. “It became a habit rather than a habit. My wife Sarita wanted to get me out of my house with all my tons of books, “he says with a laugh.

With God and with the devil

Something has Jacobo Zabludovsky that his conversations seem like summer walks that one never wants to finish. In his offices, he poses for the photographer while he counts on his next trip to Madrid, where there will be a meeting of the council of the Prado Museum of which he is part. He then tells of his friendship with Juan Soriano, who encouraged his taste for art. He weaves that one with another story and then with an anecdote that ends with the day he bought a book of bullfighting of more than 150 years of antiquity.

-You, so fond of bulls, what do you think of activists who want to ban bullfights?

“That they are absolutely right. It’s a very cruel sight. If I were not that fond of you, I’d join your cause.

“Have you ever tried bullfighting?”

-Yes, once. I never do it again. Even my wife would not let me. I never felt so much terror like that day. Well yes, I was very scared when the cancer gave me its third goring.

Jacobo already speaks with great ease of the disease that attacked him three times and faced him with the death. He could not concentrate enough to read, he could not carry his grandchildren, he could not fend for himself and he had to wear a diaper. “It was a painful and terrible time, but perhaps the most valuable. Because then I knew what and who were important. The idea of death changed my life, “he says. Although it seems the opposite, Zabludovsky has many companions, but few true friends. Of the enemies he does not speak, although he assures us that we all have them. “It seems like I have a very good relationship with everyone, but it’s because nobody talks about bad relationships,” he laughs.

Jaime Almeida was part of Jacobo’s team of reporters between 1969 and 1975. In six years, he says, he was never pressured to “twist reality” or get issues off his agenda. “There was censorship, that’s for sure, but my work was always respected and defended by Zabludovsky,” he says. His former boss remembers him as a teacher, like the one who taught him to collate information and look where he least expected. So proudly remember the great stories they covered together, such as the interview with Joel David Kaplan, the inmate who escaped in a helicopter and was one of the most wanted by the Mexican government; Or the first report on drug trafficking made by his partner Fernando Alcalá in 1974. “It was investigative journalism, not scandal. James laid the foundations for what was done afterwards and which has been greatly improved as more freedoms are had. But to say that Jacobo was the official spokesman is an injustice and a great sign of ignorance. They say it because they do not know their career, “he says. Jacobo will have stopped many things, but left to his public other great covers. He was the first journalist in the world who interviewed Che Guevara and Fidel Castro after the Cuban revolution; The only Mexican reporter who was with Dalí as well as Gabriel García Márquez and Octavio Paz. Almeida remembers the hardness with which he reviewed his work, the times that made him repeat a word every time he wrote badly. “He was relentless,” he said, and thanked him for years of having forced him to search for at least five sources before taking a fact for granted. He further recalls Zabludosvky’s support for the organizers of the Avándaro festival, which was planned from his offices to be recorded and broadcast on his Sunday program. “Every night in his news program gave a note on the progress of the festival. He convinced Azcárraga to do all the paperwork and put the equipment. If it were not for Jacobo, Avándaro would not have existed, “says Almeida, a journalist who has written about music for almost four decades.

Heriberto Murrieta also worked on the newsreel of Jacobo; Since the decade of the eighties. He is one of his most famous disciples. He remembers, now between laughter, the day he broke three versions of his interview with Cantinflas. “I could not get on my nerves anymore, I was afraid to take her. But to the fourth version I learned, I realized that it could improve that note. That you can always. He further says that the greatest value of “the master” is that he offers “an intelligent friendship. The same helps you, but questions you to help you become clearer. He always treats you with respect and preserves, above all, your confidence, “he says.

Zabludovsky agrees. “I am not left or right, I have no friends for political parties or for ideologies. I get along well with God and with the devil. If there is reciprocal affection and trust, people perceive it, “he says. Whoever was identified as a symbol of censorship, is now one of the few journalists who give space to Andres Manuel López Obrador and one of the most beloved and best treated in La Jornada, the left-wing newspaper par excellence.

“I respect this newspaper, I love Carmen Lira, its director, and I have become friends with Andres Manuel. I gave him space when no one else wanted to do it because it was my responsibility as a journalist, not because I agreed with what he said. Absolute objectivity is impossible, but I always try to get closer, “he says.

At the end of the interview, Jacobo escorts me to the exit. In the corridors I make a quick historical recount of the transformations that have suffered their offices. Say hello to the watchman Alberto. Wait at my side for the elevator to come and apologize once more, now for the delay of the “old apparatus.” People come up, greet him and he smiles, as always. His news has changed, but James remains the same.

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GIVING AND GIVING, LITTLE BIRD FLYING

You can buy love? Properly what is known as love (that deep feeling of affection, that compatibility with another being) can not buy true love is priceless, and worth sigh. What can be acquired is the illusion of love through encounters and products that generate physical or mental satisfaction.

Thus there are several options at hand, ranging from the blind date to the sex service, through chats (telephone or cyber) to share intimate details and feel even for a moment, understood, loved, desired.

It is that we all need affection and pleasure (a little bit?) And if it has not been possible to find in a conventional way there are those who choose to find it through mercantile transactions or venture to arrange encounters with strangers.

” Seeking new experiences w4mw ” says the ad title that went to Craigslist.

I did the experiment of announcing myself as a bisexual girl in search of new experiences and the answers did not wait. The first day I got 15 proposals: photographs of integers and faces (some very goons, in fact), phone numbers, addresses, questions about my intentions or my ‘bodies special ”  (if charged).

But what I received most were pictures of genitals (dicks and pussys) as pa ‘convince me. My description reads: ” For Valentine’s Day I look for new erotic experiences. I am friendly, affectionate, passionate and very sociable. Brown hair, honey-colored eyes, thin and fair skin. I like to meet people, go to the movies, dance, walk on the beach and ride a bike. My favorite color is purple, I hear all kinds of music and I collect lingerie because I love me sexy ” .

And some responses were these: ” lovely Hello, my wife is bi curious,  we are ready to go out for afew beers and if all goes as smooth ke do ke follows. T e have 27 years ‘ .

We can go to know, my girlfriend is nalgona and has 40DD boobs and is well horny, is 23 years old .

Guapa, I would like to enjoy Valentine together, you say. I attached a picture of what you could enjoy until you can no more .

We have experienced and we liked it, we could not find someone to take it further. Believe me it will be very fun to be 3 together .

If you think you seduce my wife, I can sit still until both feel comfortable and want to participate .

I would like to dance with you knowing you have sexy lingerie under your clothes, shall we? .

I love to please and am very good at giving oral sex, well I’m in good condition and can take for hours   send me a text to phone … .

She: 26 years. 1.60 in height. clear skin. big breasts. Big buttocks. I: 27 years. 1.70 in height.Brown skin 18.5 cm long .

Mommy, m and would like to take you shopping at Victoria’s Secrets and see when you’re testing your clothes .

My boyfriend know you want to be with him and a woman. I am also bisexual .

B uscamos a girl who is our little friend at least 41 years. Just healthy fun, three little kisses in bed, kisses and caresses, without crazy things. Are you interested »

Tempting offerings, 81 in all.

I concluded that it is an effective alternative because there is a lot of personal information and disposition, although the reliability is doubtful given the easy to invent an identity. Still some think it’s worth taking a chance (I know of a couple who met on Craigslist), but be warned: some ads can result in scams.

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If you want to play it safe in this meeting it is of passionate sex work (prostitution, then), which is the most direct way to ” buy love ”  that is to exchange sex for money.

Many believe that women only practice (called prostitutes, whores, prostitutes, whores, prostitutes, whores, prostitutes, paraditas ), but also men and transgender sex workers (and if you’re very naive you can go for a ride).

In Tijuana, the Municipal Health Department issues membership cards to sex workers (after ruling out diseases) and in their records they have a population of around 6,300 sex workers. Although this figure rises (know how much) with all the clandestine prostitutes: those who work at home, in their homes, in hotels or also in the streets and in the dens.

Walking in the North Zone is enough to realize the large number of sexoservidores renting by different rates, almost all determined by time and not by jale. That is: they charge for half an hour and during that time the work can be very varied (oral, vaginal, anal). The exuberant Azul Ayelet, for example, is quoted in Las Adelitas for $ 60 and told me that her clients ask her for oral sex. The following are positions, the most popular of dog . ” Typically , ” he told me all boredom while on makeup. After interrogating her, she asked me “do you want to work?” I answered a “no, thank you” but I understood that the market continues to increase, which was confirmed by the Chief of Sanitary Control, Manuel Mayor Noriega, saying that sex workers are increasing in proportion to population growth.

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There is a kind of love that is acquired without any problem, he is faithful and long lasting: sextoys.

Well, there is no human contact; And therefore there is no danger of being ripped off or infected.

Condoms and lubricants are the best-selling products in sexshops, but the house specialty is vibrators.

The adult stores that have a greater variety of merchandise are Love Boutique and Sex Shop in the City, where the staff explain with discretion the functions of each toy.

There are dildos, puchas, sexdolls, movies, costumes and all kinds of heterosexual fetishes and homosexuals, with prices ranging from 120 pesos to 1,600.

One of the most exotic gadgets is an Xtasy vibrator that offers double penetration and tripe stimulation (let your imagination fly).

Those in charge of these establishments find that their main clientele are women, although in general terms they consider that prejudice prevails, which prevents people from fully exploring their sexuality (and sexshops, to sell).

But it is easy to break the taboo, just go to one of these stores. Who removes and you convince that nothing bad has to spice the sexual pleasure, finally that with closed door each one that makes of its tail a kite.

THE INTELLECTUALS ARE INFLATED: THE CHARKO

someone knows that being critical is synonymous with receiving banging on the nose, it is a bastard called Ektor Henrique Martinez.

“Hey, I should send you a text for you to post here. I no longer want to publish in any pinchi side, nothing else I write in Sequoyah Virtual, electronic magazine of poetry, arts and literature, “says the Charko.

It is no less: since 2003, from the blogosphere and then in some supplements, Éktor has been one of the few feathers in force that destroy, as well as poets and reporters, that public officials linked to culture. Today he does it through the blog, his only resource.

«I have about 10 blogs; Grammar linguistics; syntax; Literary criticism; Feminine literature; Of the pro Rubén Vizcaíno; Of poetry and even of dossier that includes anthologies of poets ». But it’s not true: the Charko has 17 blogs that update almost every month.

Licensed in law by the UABC and self-taught in linguistics and semantics, the Charko – which by the way means jaw or shark bite – is a solitary dog in the streets of Tijuana. A single dog, which can not go unnoticed.

“I am judging with a much higher standard, it is true. Friends of Spain have told me: you make a lot of demands on the writers of Tijuana, and I do not think they can give you more! “He tells me mockingly.

“Then what do you criticize, where do you want to go with all this?”

“Ah, bastard, I never thought of that. I think it is necessary to deflate those who call themselves poets and writers, and they are not. It is necessary to scrutinize to the bottom so that the people see that the intellectuals are inflated people, bloferos that live of pure appearances and the artists, a ball of melolengos, imitators of the worst pseudo-aesthetic formulas, hunters of institutional alms and also submerged in A passive and hedonistic life to evade the real and concrete problems of the world.

“And they have remedy?” -Ektor is silent, turns to the editorial ceiling, then to the wall, then to me, and asks:

“Can you smoke in here?”

“There’s the ashtray.”

“You know, I’m apocalyptic in that: I think they have no remedy and I think the thing is going to get worse and worse.

-Worst?

-We are going to reach a point where it is not clear what is literature and what is not. People have perverted poetry and literature.

Without thinking about it, the Charko thunders without being asked: “All writers are freaks who have left the humanities school.” When I ask him about the poets, he says almost pissed “And Gilberto Licona, for example, is one of many guilty” because he publishes any barruntada in the magazine Existir.

-And because?

-Mete any garbage, pseudolíricas effusions and mental masturbations, said to promote literature.

-Why do you say that?

-There is no collegial body that says what should be published and what not. The texts that put Lycra in its redrole faint of consistency; Texts of scarce literary scope in which it deprives the lack of stylistic resources; They do not use metaphor, image or music; And is that here every 20 year old man is already a poet, when French writers consider that a poet is young at 40!

Expert in spelling, semantics and syntax, criticism of the Charko have no mother. He shatters the heads of the Frontera newspaper and then analyzes him against the “perpetual grantee,” Heriberto Yépez.

But why believe in Éktor’s criticism? The answer is simple: because nobody else sits on the bench to Angel Norzagaray, Rafa Saavedra or Nortec, all immaculate in the border culture.

“It seems that Heriberto Yépez and Rafa Saavedra are competing to see who of the two is less understood in their texts. The baths do not come out of the kitsch, that is of the border theme. Saavedra is the prince of pochoñol and Yépez the king of the enciphered text; Both giant leeches that suck and suck from the budget boat, but they are offended as true creators of the system that promotes them and suckles them; Transfigured unbridled metalanguage, that little modèque that preaches the text within the text, “he says.

The bath takes a breath, gives a little to the frajo and then follows:

“No one has a social commitment, do you know what they are writing for? Do you know why there are intellectuals in Baja California? To suck the budget. We live a war of cultural tribes-then laugh-mafiecitas of arribistas who see as booty and houses of assault to the institutions of culture “.

The day I received Éktor at the writing of Diez4, a meter before entering, stopped. Shaken by the stairs, with a loud, almost shouting voice, the bato asked:

-You are not scholarship holders, they also grab a fair from the institutions of culture?

I did not know him in person, but I knew his work, so it seemed to me a sensible way to start an interview with a critic who is really abhorred by practically all the state’s intellectuals. In other words, the Charko painted his line.

“No wey, please.

For Éktor, severe criticism is a necessity. “For me literature and criticism are not hobbies; Are activities inherent in my existence and formation. When I write an article in my blog I dedicate about six hours to the text, with notes that I keep in notebooks. I go in the car, or read a newspaper and then analyze before long to sit down and write.

There are days that the Charko gets up at 3:00 in the morning to hit the keyboard and ends at 10:00 or 11:00 at night.

“And has it served?”

– At least I think something, now there are hills interested in literature that already dare to question and criticize the assholes of the intellectuals of Baja California. Now there are blogs that are threshing machines, which, although scarce, analyze, criticize and ridicule any intellectual inflated.

-As which?

-Aaron the Papasquiaro, Julio the Swede, the first Chango 100, Pan and Circus, for example.

Then he says nothing in theory: “Master Antonio Gramsci says that when someone is severely criticized, he can react in two ways: either he withdraws and stops writing idols, or, well, the bastard is composed and improved.”

“Well, what are you doing?” They publish books to them.

“Books that are packed in the warehouses, in the bookstores, and nobody reads, interrupts me.

“They write, I will.”

-Well me too; And I do it, not by the street, but by entering the alley, from there I pick up the trash

Jacobo Zabludovsky: with God and with the devil

A seventy-two-year-old man moved among the crowded crowd that was trying to shake his hand before his departure. Between the flashes and the security corps, they could see his gray head and his smile. Always smile. That night of April 2000 Jacobo Zabludovsky appeared for the last time in his newsreel that for almost three decades was called 24 hours. The last 15 minutes of their broadcast were an endless farewell. Tens, perhaps hundreds, of Televisa employees came to their study, to the corridors, to the balconies to say goodbye from anywhere. To applause, who was the headline of the most influential newscast in Mexican history, he could say goodbye to cameramen, editors and make-up artists. He called them by his first name, wished them good luck, to take care of their children, who were no longer unpunctual. He had a few words for everyone. Zabludovsky had been working for the company for over 50 years. He had memorized the names of the watchmen, the secretaries, the phone numbers of the managers, the ages of their children. Twelve years after leaving Televisa, Zabludovsky still remembers that heap of stories that united him with the largest television station in Latin America. His audience remembers those stories of which they were witnesses thanks to him and also those others that knew by the public domain but that he decided to remain silent. The old bullfighter Jacobo Zabludovsky offices are a haven of peace amid the chaos of a boulevard, the Avila Camacho, in permanent construction. The man who was named Knight of the Legion of Honor by the French government in 2004 leaves his comfortable office to escort me from the reception. His building was created by his brother Abraham, one of the most renowned painters and architects in Mexico, and the design of his office is designed to keep at least a third of his personal library, which occupies three walls from floor to ceiling. The rest is not a wall, but a huge window from which you can see the whole of Mexico City. Before starting the interview, I offer water, coffee and a chocolate. Apologies because the kettle has broken down. At age 84 Zabludovsky looks fragile, with hands stained for years and legs thinned by time. But his grave voice, the one that opened the doors on the radio and gave him the stardom on television, is the same, as his lucidity and smile. “Withdraw? But if I’m not a bullfighter, “he says,” I do not need the strength and agility to do my job. ” I will never withdraw. ” Photo: Internet Your memory stays intact and moves around your library with energy. In the midst of 6,000 books, it takes only a few seconds to find one of his favorites about Robert Capa, the founding photographer of Magnum Agency. His huge blue eyes light up like those of a child who boasts his collection of prints. “This volume,” he explains as he brushes the leaves gently, “includes all his photographs of the Spanish Civil War. All of them, “he says, apologizing for thinking he was taking my time. Speaking of “The death of a militiaman”, his favorite image of the Hungarian photographer, curses the “shotgun shotgun” that brought the soldier designed to hunt rabbits and not to face tanks of the Francoist government. He apologizes again for his “bad words”. And it is that James has courtesy for all, for friends and strangers, for his followers and his critics, whom he never identifies by name but says that “they do journalism according to their own convictions and values, just like me.” Even when asked Molotov that popular song, “Que No Te Haga Bobo Jacobo” referring to the bias of the journalist, Zabludovsky welcomes them and other groups can sing whatever they want. “I’ve never heard it, I do not know if it’s offensive, but if it is, it’s in your right to express what you think,” he says. Express race Jacobo was already a journalist at age 14. He worked as proofreader in the newspaper El Nacional, then authored a column of gossip in the weekly El Redondel and finally found his place writing newsreels on the network Radio Continental. He was less than 20 years old when he was the news director of the newly created XEX. At 23 he produced and directed the first television news on Channel 4, sponsored by General Motors. In 71, entering at 40, it became the star conductor of the main television channel. He did not abandon those reflectors until his son Abraham resigned his newsreel in 2000. The day he decided not to continue working for the company without his son, he went out for a drink with his wife Sarita in Polanco when he received the call from the then private secretary of the president, Liébano Sáenz, who summoned him to a meeting with Ernesto Zedillo in his office in Los Pinos. Zedillo and Zabludovsky were and remain old friends. “I’ve known him since before anyone imagined he could be president,” says the journalist. His friend the president told him that he could not resign, that he could not be the eternal tutor of Abraham. But James’s decision was taken. “My son does not need a tutor. And I can resign. I already resigned, “he replied, closing the conversation. Photo: Internet Thus, from one day to the next, he ended his almost 30 years as the builder of Mexican reality: in his best times was the reference. There was no greater proof of credibility than “Jacobo said.” “The Mexicans saw it religiously because it was the only way to find out what was going on. Of course an impenetrable confidence had been created, “says Raúl Trejo Delarbre, columnist in the magazines Emeequis and Zócalo, and coordinator of books such as Televisa, the Fifth Power and Televisa Networks. Antonio does not want his surnames to be published because he does not believe in the media, although he worked for one for 18 years. He was one of the 24 hour technicians. But with the departure of Jacobo was one of the many employees dismissed when the team of the new driver entered. He does not hold a grudge against James, although he has lost his job because of his departure; Unlike. “He was always the first to arrive, the most prepared. He knew the name of his entire team and spoke to us with the same kindness, no matter who we were. I respected everybody’s work and I recognized you, even if all you did was lift a cable, “he says. Antonio does not remember the Zabludovsky newsreel in the heaviest moments, such as the 1988 elections or the murder of students in the 1960s and 1970s, but when Jacobo interviewed Cantinflas and María Felix. “Nobody knows ask questions like him , ” says the man who now repairs household appliances and still has James as an informative reference, but from radio newscast One to three Radio Network, the largest audience in that time as the Ibope company, dedicated to measuring and analyzing media audiences. The Silence of James In the television Jacobo did not impose its voice. She was the only one. Researcher Trejo Delarbre denies that the presenter was the official spokesman for the regime. “It was the only national news, it had no competition, of course that makes it the most visible face. The space of action for journalists in general at that time was very small. Zabludovsky did his job, was not a news reader, was a real reporter and was the best known. He was censored, like everyone else. Does that make him a spokesperson? Of course not, “he says in an interview. The 24-hour news program was born in 1971 and was the first of its kind. No other company had its production capacity and there was not even another competitive television network. It was until 1993 that Tv Azteca and his “Informative Force” were born. By then, Zabludovsky had taken 22 years of advantage and recognition from the public. “It was not the official communicator,” Trejo says, “I was just the only one.” Photo: Internet But in the seventies there were other journalists who in other media tried to finish the official versions. Like the Excélsior directed by Julio Scherer, that was taken by a group of cooperativistas incited by the government of the then president Luis Echeverría, constant object of the critics of the newspaper. On the night of July 1976, when journalists were expelled from their facilities, Jacobo, “servile to Echeverria and all the PRI presidents who came after” – according to Vicente Leñero in his book The Journalists – said that the administrative change Was the result of an assembly that was carried out in order and complying with the statutes of the cooperative. He also said that they had found weapons in the offices of Scherer from the Sandinista guerrilla in Nicaragua with which the journalist had ties. It was the end of “an era of yellow journalism and destabilizing our democracy,” he said in front of the cameras. No, Jacobo did not come to the defense of his colleagues, nor did other journalists. ” It is likely that shut Zabludovsky things because those were the rules and applied not only for him,” says Trejo. On the night of October 2, 1968, Jacobo opened his news program on Channel 4, saying “today was a sunny day”. It certainly was not for the thousands of students who demonstrated in the Plaza de Tlatelolco. But television, radio and newspapers only spoke of armed youths who wanted to boycott the Olympics. Even today, the number of dead and missing are estimates. The next day Jacob received a call from President Gustavo Diaz Ordaz, who demanded the use of a black tie that he interpreted as a symbol of mourning. “Mr President, I have been wearing a black tie for years,” the reporter replied. And it was true. The state monitored every movement of those who dedicated themselves to inform and marked the step. There was no room for dissent. “Have you ever had to put up any expressions of disagreement like that?” -Always. In all cases the journalists operated in the margin of possibility. Mexico was a country where the three powers were in the hands of one party, but also the other powers: the press was dominated, the unions, the church, the business groups, the economy. Within that absolute power of a single party, the journalistic possibility was marginalized. “Did you ever lie on your newsreel?” -My team and I always try to do in-depth research, collate information. In some cases we did not have that option, it was impossible because the sources were closed because nobody answered your questions, because they also injected us with self-censorship. “So you were forced to lie?” “I was forced to keep the official version, because our possibilities for research on some subjects were minimal. And that was suffered by all journalists, not just us. – Do you regret any special coverage? “Regrets always happen, whether or not you are a journalist. But one can not whine all the time, or it can happen to the woman of Lot who looked back and became a statue of salt. You have to look forward and take the experience to make it better in the future. -Does it seem unfair to be identified as the spokesman for the PRI regime? “It’s unfair, but it’s understandable because he was the most notorious journalist, the most prominent. It always happens that you identify a certain moment with a certain person, just because there it was. I understand it although I do not share it. Your Home City On the morning of September 19, 1985, when Mexico City was shaken by the worst earthquake in its history, Jacobo Zabludovsky left his wife at home and went out to find the news among the ruins. He did not know, but he was the only journalist who managed to broadcast for the XEW through a phone installed in his car. During his 12 hours of recording there was only a long silence. It was around nine o’clock in the morning when he arrived at the Televisa Chapultepec building which was then collapsed. He knew who had died. He had hired them, assigned them their schedule, knew they were there at 7:19 in the morning when the earth broke. For a few seconds the guilt made him flinch. “It was my family, I lost 100 members of my family. I could not say anything, I just started to cry in silence. Then I gained consciousness that I had to keep on reporting, that people needed information. ” Photo: Internet That day reminds him as the most difficult of his career. “My city was destroyed,” he says. Over the years, his relationship with the DF became more intimate, especially after joining the Advisory Council for the Rescue of the Historic Center, along with Cardinal Norberto Rivera, historian Guillermo Tovar and businessman Carlos Slim, who counts among His most endearing friends. Jacobo has paid special attention to La Merced, the neighborhood that saw him grow. Here, where most of the streets are occupied by prostitutes and street vendors, Zabludovsky’s name is a legend. In the street of San Jerónimo, the neighborhood that was its first home no longer exists, but Rosario Mendez remembers with admiration the family formed by David Zabludovsky and Raquel Kraveski. He was selling scraps of cloth, but he gained his place as a merchant. “Everyone was blond and light-eyed, you could not forget something like that,” says the 75-year-old woman. Remember also the two little boys always carrying a pile of books. “They were very hardworking Jews and very studious. That was always noticed. No one could think about what they were going to become, but it was clear that they were not going to age in these directions. ”  Now Jacobo lives very far, but he never forgets his neighborhood and always defends its restoration and conservation. “The streets of my childhood go with me everywhere,” says the journalist. And it was these streets that aroused his tireless curiosity and his voracity as a reader. For many years the Zabludovsky family went through economic hardship, but the journalist fondly remembers his walks for Donceles in search of used books that were within his reach. Jules Verne was his first author, but it was Dostoevsky who forever anchored him to reading. “It became a habit rather than a habit. My wife Sarita wanted to get me out of my house with all my tons of books, “he says with a laugh. With God and with the devil Something Jacobo Zabludovsky their conversations seem summery walks you never want to end . In his offices, he poses for the photographer while he counts on his next trip to Madrid, where there will be a meeting of the council of the Prado Museum of which he is part. He then tells of his friendship with Juan Soriano, who encouraged his taste for art. He weaves that with another story and then with an anecdote that ends with the day he bought a book of bullfighting of more than 150 years old. -You, so fond of bulls, what do you think of activists who want to ban bullfights? “That they are absolutely right. It’s a very cruel sight. If I were not that fond of you, I’d join your cause. “Have you ever tried bullfighting?” -Yes, once. I never do it again. Even my wife would not let me. I never felt so much terror like that day. Well yes, I was very scared when the cancer gave me its third goring. Photo: Internet Jacobo already speaks with great ease of the disease that attacked him three times and faced him with the death. He could not concentrate enough to read, he could not carry his grandchildren, he could not fend for himself and he had to wear a diaper. “It was a painful and terrible time, but perhaps the most valuable. Because then I knew what and who were important. The idea of death changed my life, “he says. Although it seems the opposite, Zabludovsky has many companions, but few true friends. Of the enemies he does not speak, although he assures us that we all have them. “It seems like I have a very good relationship with everyone, but it’s because nobody talks about bad relationships,” he laughs. Jaime Almeida was part of Jacobo’s team of reporters between 1969 and 1975. In six years, he says, he was never pressured to “twist reality” or get issues off his agenda. “There was censorship, that’s for sure, but my work was always respected and defended by Zabludovsky,” he says. His former boss remembers him as a teacher, like the one who taught him to collate information and look where he least expected. So proudly remember the great stories they covered together, such as the interview with Joel David Kaplan, the inmate who escaped in a helicopter and was one of the most wanted by the Mexican government; Or the first report on drug trafficking made by his partner Fernando Alcalá in 1974. “It was investigative journalism, not scandal. James laid the foundations for what was done afterwards and which has been greatly improved as more liberties are had. But to say that Jacobo was the official spokesman is an injustice and a great sign of ignorance. They say it because they do not know their career, “he says. Jacobo will have stopped many things, but left to his public other great covers. He was the first journalist in the world who interviewed Che Guevara and Fidel Castro after the Cuban revolution; The only Mexican reporter who was with Dalí as well as Gabriel García Márquez and Octavio Paz. Almeida remembers the hardness with which he reviewed his work, the times that made him repeat a word every time he wrote badly. “He was relentless,” he said, and thanked him for years of having forced him to search for at least five sources before taking a fact for granted. He further recalls Zabludosvky’s support for the organizers of the Avándaro festival, which was planned from his offices to be recorded and broadcast on his Sunday program. “Every night in his news program gave a note on the progress of the festival. He convinced Azcárraga to do all the paperwork and put the equipment. If it were not for Jacobo, Avándaro would not have existed, “says Almeida, a journalist who has written about music for almost four decades. Heriberto Murrieta also worked on the newsreel of Jacobo; Since the decade of the eighties. He is one of his most famous disciples. He remembers, now between laughter, the day he broke three versions of his interview with Cantinflas. “I could not get on my nerves anymore, I was afraid to take her. But to the fourth version I learned, I realized that it could improve that note. That you can always. He further says that the greatest value of “the master” is that he offers “an intelligent friendship. The same helps you, but questions you to help you become clearer. He always treats you with respect and preserves, above all, your confidence, “he says. Zabludovsky agrees. ” I’m not left nor right, I have no friends by political parties or ideologies. I get along well with God and with the devil. If there is reciprocal affection and trust, people perceive it, “he says. Whoever was identified as a symbol of censorship, is now one of the few journalists who give space to Andres Manuel López Obrador and one of the most beloved and best treated in La Jornada, the left-wing newspaper par excellence. “I respect this newspaper, I love Carmen Lira, its director, and I have become friends with Andres Manuel. I gave him space when no one else wanted to do it because it was my responsibility as a journalist, not because I agreed with what he said. Absolute objectivity is impossible, but I always try to approach ” he says. At the end of the interview, Jacobo escorts me to the exit. In the corridors I make a quick historical recount of the transformations that have suffered their offices. Say hello to the watchman Alberto. Wait at my side for the elevator to come and apologize once more, now for the delay of the “old apparatus.” People come up, greet him and he smiles, as always. His news has changed, but James remains the

Box: a business question

Tijuana. Juan Carlos Burgos knocks Moses Zamudio in the seventh assault. The right with which he liquidates his rival confirms his vocation in the boxing. ” It was a tough fight, the strongest opponents I’ve ever faced” he recalls. Two months ago: The boxing trajectory of the Burgos dynasty is put to the test at the Home Depot Center in Carson, California. His uncle, Victor “the Dreadnought” Burgos , hovering between life and death. This after trying to regain his world title against Armenian Vic Darchinyan . After an uneven fight, the referee stopped the fight in the twelfth episode. The Battleship collapses on the bench, the product of a clot in the brain. Dr. Paul Wallace acts quickly. Fortunately, a good hospital is nearby: the UCLA Medical Center, where the coma is induced to prevent brain inflammation. The operation is successful. Lifesaving former champion and scourge of stars like Jorge “Travieso” Arce . The Battleship runs with better luck than many of his companions. Unfortunately not all the good brawls in the world are held near good neurological centers. Juan Carlos has decided to leave school to devote himself to boxing. He is convinced that dedication avoids accidents like the one his uncle suffered. Assume the ascetic way of life of the boxer. Find an example to follow. ” The good things about each person must copy them, ” he says. It was inspired by his friend Antonio Margarito , whom he has known for 12 years. ” No matter how bad they say about him, I am a witness that was a very disciplined fighter so I admire him because I know him well and I can speak knowledgeably.” Sacrifices continue jealous sport: wild days in the gym, going out jogging early diets. His passions work as an inducement: boxing, Necaxa (“does not make him into Second Division”), wrestling and horror movies. ” Just leave one called Mom. I already saw the shorts. It looks like it’s going to be good. » The knockouts pile up. Undefeated with 25 straight wins, and his career suffered a setback in 2010: lost by decision in Japan to Hozumi Hasegawa . Your first opportunity for a world championship. Do not be discouraged . He’s back on the string at three months. (Only superstars like Mayweather can afford to fight once a year.) His right places to dance the drunkard to Frankie Archuleta early in the second assault. He sends it to the canvas four times in that same round. The confrontation is not a significant challenge for Burgos. A year later defeats a Top Rank prospect without losses to his name : Luis ‘Craftsman’ Cruz . The quality of their opponents returns to level up. The journeyman Cristobal “Lacandon” Cruz (no relation to the first) resists combinations that others had shot down. At last the oak falls in the sixth, after many axes from Burgos. He gets up for more. With a straight left tomb to Tijuana in the ninth. He manages to stand. Juan Carlos wins by decision. The fight against Cesar “Saba” Vazquez was another sign of the triumph of temperance on debauchery. The Saba fought like a runaway horse, as he had to do against a more technical fighter than he. It is in this fight that are exposed all the virtues of Burgos: pitching, waist movement and good aim. To achieve this last one sometimes uses a slight push, which puts the rival in the distance just for the hook. He put an end to his work with a new attack: it draws the opponent to the ropes and changes of guard in order to turn the whole torso when throwing the left, which places first down and then up. The impacts are so strong that they suspend Saba in the air. The blows that follow are mere procedure. Tony Weeks stopped the fight at not seeing response from Vazquez. Photo: Zonadeboxeo.com. January 19, 2013. New York. Burgos, with vast experience facing colleagues tenacious and aggressive challenges WBO champion, Puerto Rican Roman “Rocky” . It’s well studied. His attack is too open. In videos he has seen him advance frankly, without moving his head or breaking his waist. Moments before the show the challenger looks calm in Madison Square Garden. Confident that he will be champion. The initial bell rings. Martinez incorporates variants to his style. Speculates before assaulting. He undoes from his repertoire the street beat known as the sabanazo. Burgos does not waste time, from the first round begins to pour on Rocky’s body the ingredients of his recipe for knockout. When crashing blows against humanity Martinez sound like effusive applause . Burgos tries to replicate with his left foot above. It does not always succeed. There is a problem: Román has also seen videos of Burgos. He studied the deadly combination that liquidated Saba Vázquez. It is able to prevent it . Burgos announces it when changing of guard. Without many analysts noticing, the contest becomes a game of chess. As soon as he succumbs to the liver, Rocky moves closer to Burgos, applying the maxim that says: “your enemies must be kept close, very close.” He tries to punish Tijuana. It does not have a fixed target. Dodge your blows. In spite of the inefficacy of their attack, the judges are impressed by the impetuous advance of Martinez. They give the monarch several times while the team of Burgos is confident by the massive blow that distributes Burgos to the body of the rival. They are wrong. They are in land of Caribbean. Francisco Valcarcel, president of OMB, is compatriot of the monarch. The offices of this boxing organization are located in San Juan, Puerto Rico. The Mexican boxing career does not belong to the promoter company that organized the show. The announcement of the tie does not surprise the pessimists who saw in the knockout the only way to win for Burgos. Martinez remains king of the superpulse. Those who endorse the ruling reproach the Tijuana for having been led to the ropes. ” Martinez did not take me to the ropes. I was attracted to apply the left hook , “explains the stripped. The interview is conducted during a fight Jose “Tiger” held in an area of Avenida Revolucion. Solidarity and usually are with their countrymen in the function paths boxing legends like Antonio Margarito tijuanense are present, “Jibaro” and Hector Velazquez . ” The company organized the function Martinez ,” it is as Burgos explains the tie, with the ring fixed in sight. Aware that no matter what you put into play, failure is often just a matter of business.