Los malditos computadores

Obviamente todo lo que aquí mencione, no tiene nada de nuevo, ya que en cierta forma la pelicula 'matrix' ya la difundió globalmente a tal punto que practicamente son muy pocos los que no entiendan o sepan algo al respecto de la idea que esta pregona. La idea en sí, puede plantearse de diversas maneras, como la pelicula acerca de unas máquinas creadas por el ser humano (prefiero evitar referirme al 'hombre' solamente para evitar diferencias de género) las cuales eventualmente nos destruyen o nos controlan en cierta manera, o también como la pelicula de una realidad paralela que oprime al ser humano, de la cual éste no puede librarse. Al margen de que ésta pueda ser vista de una manera o la otra, no es misterio para nadie que las máquinas son parte esencial de la identidad cultural que poseemos. Cuando vemos una pelicula, uno inmediatamente asume que algo es futurista o contemporaneo cuando ve que hay alguien usando un computador, viendo a través de un microcospio, manipulando probetas o sacando huellas digitales, o muestras de sangre--principalmente en disciplinas relativamente nuevas como la biotecnología, la microbiología, entre muchas otros. No cabe duda que esos objetos de investigación son el más claro reflejo de la masificación de la ciencia y la tecnología como las disciplinas válidas dentro del marco cultural que define al ser humano. Sin embargo, entre todas éstas maquinas, el computador se ha convertido por lejos--al parecer, tendría que ver la estadística para corroborarlo--en el nexo entre nosotros y el mundo. Poco a poco son menos las cosas que se pueden hacer sin un computador. Los autos, antes caracterizados como meros objetos mecánicos, y ahora vehículos inteligentes que te ofrecen mapas, te dicen si tienes las luces prendidas, o alguna puerta mal cerrada, en incluso te dice la canción y el artista que está tocando en la radio. La música, una industria que depende totalmente de la tecnología, de softwares que permiten manipular formatos de audio a conveniencia, también es totalmente dependiente de la música para poder grabar y mezclar los sónidos que habrán de reproducirse en el futuro, y no olvidemos todas las demás ciencias de la estadística, típicas de la ingeniería entre muchas otras ciencias. Que duda cabe del imperio de los computadores si todas las cuentas bancarias circulan por esta serie de circuitos electronicos en la que nuestro capital se ve representado por unos cuantos numeritos en una máquina.
Teniendo todo esto en cuenta, casi no queda nada que no se realice por medio de un computador o por alguna herramienta mecánica controlada por una serie de computadores; todo para que vivamos más "cómodos". Es verdad que ciertas operaciones, especialmente para las disciplinas dedicadas al calculo, o aquellas relacionadas con la medicina, están sean indisensables ya que es natural que hagan la tarea más efectiva y menos latera al mismo tiempo. Sin embargo, para aquellos que no nos consideramos muy amigos de estas máquinas--especialmente yo--el hecho de ver que nuestras actividades esten en gran parte medidas por un computador es algo que me pone bastante nervioso. Si bien no me hago problema con estar frente a un pc por cierto tiempo, el estar expuesto a este por un periodo continuo de tiempo es algo que me estresa simplemente por el hecho de que acumulo tensión y no me permite moverme, sino que me limita a quedarme en cierta posición mirando fijamente a la pantalla, para cumplir con la labor que se me ha requerido. Aunque uno puede decir lo mismo de la tele,--como suelo defender la tele--uno usa la tele para precisamente distraerse del trabajo y eso le da alternativas que uno puede elegir libremente en teoría, aunque no puedo negar que el trasfondo psicológico no debe ser así de simple. No obstante, como el computador es herramienta de todas las pegas de oficina y al igual que lo son las herramientas para el buen constructor, este en cierta forma esclavisa nuestras actividades y nos hace que nos peguemos a él siendo que no nos damos cuenta. Muchos bajan música y la esuchan por aqui para que estar frente al pc no sea tan latoso o tengan un juego guardado, o inclusive, videos para entretenerse. En cierta forma, aunque el computador nos da casi todas las herramientas para hacerlo todo, por cada día que pasa, la tendencia es que nos vayamos volviendo más y más dependientes de él. No sólo este facilita las comunicaciones, sino que nos provee de todas las facilidades para que nos quedemos frente a él y lo usemos.
Al margen de que sea totalmente paranoico y ridículo el ver al computador como una entidad inteligente que poco se va apoderando de nosotros, como si nos estuviera esclavizando, no cabe duda de que algún estudio científico más adelante podrá catalogar el uso del computador como una adicción más,--ironicamente haciendo uso de este mismo para facilitar el estudio. Es por ello que no resulta nada de extraño que alguien haya tomado esta idea y la haya expresado en forma analoga como lo hace la 'matrix', ya que aunque los computadores y las máquinas al principio nos maravillen, éstos rapidamente se convierten en objetos desechables, pero que igualmente necesitamos para poder vivir más comodamente, siendo que no nos damos cuenta que nuestra vida y gran parte de lo que hacemos en ella están grabadas en ellas y de las que dificilmente podemos prescindir ya que probablemente seríamos catalogados como retrogrados, incultos o incivilizados por rehuir de ellas. Todo esto como resultado de la aparente fascinación o atracción que los seres humanos sienten por éstas.

The sight of a new reality

A voice of a new reality was what Heltach said. Unfortunately for Dorsh, this stage demanded some physical sacrifices. First of all, he had to fast for approximately six days, sustaining only on water. Second, Dorsh had to carry extra weight on his shoulders and move through many wild areas using his barefoot, no shoes. Finally, Heltach told him that this phase of his learning would neither depend on his physical strength, nor in his psychological strength, but on something else. Dorsh immediately asked his teacher if this experience was going to cause him pain. Heltach said that hearing the voice of a new reality was a metaphorical manner to refer to the experience he was about to encounter. Yet, nobody could exactly describe this experience in quite the same manner as it manifests differently across humans. Then again, there exists a universal in this phase as there are two options: Either the candidate survives or dies. Dorsh felt uneasy after hearing that as none of his skills, whether physical or psychological would determine if he would pass or not.

Heltach told Dorsh he would have to meet him on a tower that was located two hundred kms from there. Although this distance did not appear much to cross in six days, the fact was that the road was extremely difficult as he had to climb a huge mountain and some valley full of dangerous creatures. If he did not get there on six days, he would immediately assume he was dead, so he would have to go back to the academy on his own without any help.

Despite Heltach told him this experience involved something else, Dorsh thought much of this task as a physical and psychological endurance. It was ridiculous to think that was not part of the task, but Dorsh later understood that it was not the main point of that test. After hours of climbing the mountain, Dorsh stopped trying to remember the books he had read. However, no matter how hard he tried to make sense of this task, nothing written could accurately describe what he was about to encounter.
While he continued climbing the mountain, he begin to feel the weight in his shoulders and decided to stop and check what was tha strange noise he heard from within. At first, he opened the bag, and discovered a very small knife together with a note that Heltach had written. 'Use just in case you need to ease your pain.' At first, Dorsh did not understand how a knife was supposed to ease his pain, but he made himself a belt to carry it on.

Everything Dorsh could feel while he moved was silence, everything he could hear was the sound of his own body, the sound of his knees, his ankles, his breath, and the very little cold wind that went across his veins. As a result of that, Dorsh gradually felt how his nose got full of mucus. Furthermore, due to climbing the whole mountain on his barefoot, Dorsh got blisters and decided to use the knife to let the blister bleed a little so they did not bother him while he continued climbing.

After two days of climbing, Dorsh finally made it to the top, in exhaustion, sweating, but a little relived as everything he had to do was to go down and get to the valley. However, just when he was about to get up and continue, he turned over as he heard somebody calling his name. Nobody was around, which immediately made Dorsh realise he had just imagined someone calling him. Moments later, he heard it again, and hours later, he continued experiencing that. Dorsh remained calm as perhaps the wind was confusing him. However, when he heard it again, he turned over and stumbled over a little rock and fell down to the ground rolling down the mountain until he stop. Dorsh was extremely hurt, he had hurt his left leg, particularly his ankle. Somehow, despite the great pain, Dorsh remembered the note that Heltach left and begin looking for the knife, yet he had lost it when he fell. After minutes which lasted an eternity because of the intense pain, Dorsh began to smell something which regardless of his pain, appeared to be familiar to him. He followed that smell and incredibly enough, he found the knife which he unconsciously put right through his leg, which instead of causing him more pain, relieved him from the pain. After realizing what had just happened, he closely looked at the knife and realized that what helped him get to it was the smell of his own blood that he had previously drawn while he treated the blisters on his feet. Despite washing it with water, he could still feel the smell of his blood very accurately on the knife. Yet, after realizing the wound on his leg did not hurt anymore, he looked closely at the knife again, this time in direction to the sun, he could see a bright red light that he knew he had seen before. 'This is it' he said. 'At last, I have seen you again' he added. The light he had just witnessed was what Dorsh had been waiting to see all his life; the light that had saved his life.

La música para mí

Podemos llamarla de muchas formas, pero durante los últimos años de mi vida, la música ha dejado de ser un hobbie más en mi vida. Cada vez que puedo, trato de bajar música que me gusta y cada vez me gusta escuchar más cada canción un cierto número de veces. Ahora que me doy cuenta, hace buen tiempo atrás, me gustaba música bastante mala hasta tal punto que me da verguenza recordarlo ya que de ninguna manera sentía reflejaba mi personalidad. Todavía recuerdo cuando un profesor le preguntó a un compañero que música le gustaba. "Me gusta como suena dijo" aludiendo al rock pesado, cosa que mi profesor de teatro criticó duramente porque a los dieciseis años se supone que deberíamos haber formado nuestros gustos de manera más madura. Ahora me doy cuenta de que es a lo que se refería hasta cierto punto, ya que existe un cierto tipo de música que nos identifica más que otra, no sólo por el contenido de las canciones en sí, sino por algo que de alguna forma sentimos que nos identifica, o que alcanzamos a comprender apelando a nuestros sentidos.
Aunque tener una clara percepción de porque nos gustan ciertas cosas a algunos les parecerá normal a esa edad, en mi caso tomó tiempo descubrir la música que realmente me gustaba. Aún así, todavía no puedo explicar porque ese tipo de música me gusta ya que muchas de las cosas que siento que fomenta se contradicen con muchas de mis creencias. Por ejemplo, aunque el rock sea el estilo de música que lejos más me guste, este promueve estilos de vida absolutamente liberales en donde el trago, el sexo, la droga, y una actitud rebelde, cosas de las que no estoy a favor ya que soy reservado en ese aspecto ya que detesto tanto el trago, la droga y estoy muy lejos de ser rebelde. Tampoco creo en el amor que tanto fomentan las canciones de varios rockeros--algunas con mensajes absolutamente muy poco creibles, en donde primó la mano comercial--pero aún así me gusta como suenan, no porque sea un idealista o porque crea en ese concepto de amor tan cursi que este tipo de música pregona, sino que simplemente me gusta por la armonía, por la voz y también la mezcla de sónidos los cuales extrañamente hacen que me guste.
Sin embargo, esta clase de contradicción no ocurre en toda la música que me gusta, sino simplemente por las bandas de rock ochentero como journey, van halen, whitesnake como también con la música new wave que me gusta en general, el cuál también posee en estilo más bien "mamón" en el buen sentido de la palabra. Realmente es una paradoja para mi que me guste ese tipo de música siendo que muchas de las cosas que esta música supuestamente fomenta contradicen gran parte de mis creencias. La razón de esto supongo que esto se debe a que en realidad esta música en realidad no fomenta tal cosa y es sólo resultado del cliché comercial que las disqueras incorporaban masivamente en aquella época como hasta el día de hoy muchos continúan haciendolo de la cursilería masiva. En otras palabras, el hecho de que me guste una música que supuestamente fomenta una actitud rebelde, liberal y digamoslo, cursi no se debe a que me sienta identificado con ella, ya que estos no son más que un mero esteoretipo. Como le pasó a "The darkness"--grupo de rock que muchos quizás deconozcan-- con temas absolutamente opuestos como "I believe in a thing called love" y "love is only a feeling" es posible darnos cuenta de como el elemento romántico no es más que un mero cliché usado para vender, pero que independiente de la contradicción, supongo a varios nos debe gustar principalmente por la mezcla de sónidos, los intrumentos, principalmente el como adaptan y se crea una armonía de sónidos, en ocasiones desordenada, la cúal finalmente genera el producto que todos conocemos. Aunque el contenido sea pobre, existe algo más allá que nos atrae a ese tipo de música, algo que no se impone como un estilo de vida ni nada parecido, pero que al menos yo, aprecio porque me ayuda a sentirme acompañado y a relajarme como lo es al trotar o estar pensando en ocasiones. Supongo que la música es eso para mí. No sé que opinará el resto.

Time to answer the questions

It's been long since I first started writing all these things. Now while I watch at the news showing the terrible events that took part at the tech University of Virginia, I have realised that the experiment that took place in the nineteen fifties seems to acknowledge that every man or woman could be considered a killer if she/he was told it was her/his job to do it. The result of that experience has an enormous importance to me until nowadays because it helped me realise that one has to question things and do not take anything for granted. Taking the case of this 'guy' who just began shooting at people as he was in some videogame sort of thing, I can imagine that he had convinced himself that he was an outlaw, a man who got no place in society, and who resentful unleashed all his fury in many people in this university. That would be perhaps the 'cliche' explanation as it is impossible to know why that person did it. Perhaps he was depressed, he had split personalities, he was 'Falling Down' as Michael Douglas did or even he could have just been a man who wanted to test himself simulating a combat situation to see what he was really capable of doing by killing a couple of people he did not like--or even he could have done it because he was curious at how it felt to kill someone (Seeing the number of casualties, he probably have liked it, who knows); he could have even felt more alive by administering death to others as if he were incarnating the reaper in order to feel more powerful. It could even be possible that some of the people could have been killed by the policemen by accident in an attempt of taking down the shooter. Anyways, the reason remains uncertain and will probably remain uncertain forever regardless of the explanations others want to believe. Although I do believe, I 'want' to believe there is a reason as everybody does, perhaps there is an explanation behind that we are unable to understand and that no matter how much psychology, psychiatry has evolved it would be almost impossible for them to answer 100 per cent sure.

Even though I am aware that what I'm about to say is far from being an appropriate association, this idea has been disturbing me lately and I thought it was now necessary to share it with anyone who reads this blog--quite a few people--. The case of Virginia Tech raises a series of questions in me that I think many should have to start asking themselves since I only mentioned the cases I imagined. An abundant of explanations could arise from this terrible incident, but logically most of them will be discarded leaving only a few as possible answers, thus creating an imaginary 'real' way of how things happened. It is at this point that I begin questioning myself, did that really happen in that way? and if it did, why? I have seen that many of us tend to imagine and draw our own conclusions to create a certain picture of what happened, yet sometimes we may either misunderstand or incorrectly assume much of the information. Yet, in these cases, the survivors' testimonies are by far the most credible ones, so most of us will create that picture taking their versions.

However, I do not like to assume absolutely everything as taking things for granted has been proved to be a mistake as History as shown us. As I have been told, the only things that I have to take for granted is that some day we will all die because of the philosophy that everything that has a beginning has an end. Well, it happens to me that even though I am sure some day I will die, I am not quite sure whether everything must have a beginning or an ending. I know that it may sound ridiculous to many as human reason, most human thought bases its knowledge on this idea that everything has to be born and then die. Regardless of whether there is life after death and all that, I believe that no matter how much we evolve, neither science nor technology, and especially not religion is going to give an answer to all of our questions. As the philospher Karl Popper mentioned, there is no scientific theory that can explain every aspect of the universe. Nothing is absolutely certain in the Universe, so trying to determine the origins of our specie with an accurate source or trying to establish the Universe's age by assuming it had to be generated somewhere will only lead us into another confusion. Even if we do get answers according to some theory, that theory could be proven wrong in a few years later just as history has shown with Copernicus (and many others) theories are discarded one after the other. At the same time,
Please do not get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that assuming things is wrong, the fact that I do not like it is a different thing. my point is that as it is an unconscious process that we apparently are not aware in which, in some occassions, may lead us to something that turns out to be half or very close to what we have imagined. In that sense, all I'm saying is that we have to be a little more reflective of what things are we taking for granted. I know using the Virginia Tech case could mislead many to think that I'm encouraging people to have a gun to protect themselves in case somebody like Sho appears. No, that is not my purpose, security is something that we should assume, but which unfortunately, due to the media's encouragement of fear, people have assumed. Things like security of living safely in your own country should be taken for granted, making allowance for a very very little probability that something like this could happen. However, something that one should question--and I hope us citizens do not hate me for this--is why a shooting like this is given so much mediatic exposure in the US when in a different country, many more were killed in a similar way. It is a cultural matter in my opinion, but who knows?...What do you think?

Los grandes fiascos.

El fútbol en Chile no se caracteriza por ser altamente competitivo desde hace mucho tiempo. Varios clubes rinden dentro de Chile demostrando superioridad ante sus competidores, pero una vez pisan suelo para competencias internacionales, sobresalir no es precisamente uno de sus fuertes. Gran parte de los equipos chilenos cuando pierden en competencias extranjeras recurren a frases celebres como "No se nos dieron las cosas, la cancha estaba en mal estado" o sino recurren a decir que dejaron todo en la cancha y que se marchan tranquilos por que en frente tenían a un gran rival y todo eso sólo para no desmercer sus 'logros'--las típicas excusas pa no decir directamente: "Arrugamos" o en lenguaje garabatero: "Nos cagamos enteros, fuímos unos cagones". LA verdad duele, y parece que todos los jugadores que saben esto dentro del fondo de su ser, sólo se esfuerzan por engañarse de lo contrario cuando saben perfectamente que pudieron haber hecho algo más si no se hubieran sentido presionados. En varias ocasiones los equipos chilenos suelen afrontar los duelos en el extranjero de varias formas, las cuales se traducen en dos formas principalmente: Una, siendo un fracaso rotundo en el que los equipos no lograron nada de principio a fin inclusive cuando matematicamente tenían opciones de clasificar, casos como el de union Española la pasada libertadores en donde a pesar de no sacar buenos resultados en gral, estuvo cerca de clasificar a segunda fase, pero que para 'sorpresa' de todos, quedó eliminada. En segundo caso no es precisamente opuesto al anterior, pero se caracteriza por ser el equipo que inicialmente saca buenos resultados, jugando bien o mal--cosa que a estas alturas hasta los mismos hinchas parece no importarles sólo con el deseo de ver ganar a su equipo. En fin, esta clase de equipos ilusiona a los hinchas ya que a pesar de no jugar bien y no convencer a nadie, estos equipos obtienen los resultados deseados en principio y cuando la gente empieza a sentir confianze en el equipo, este equipo se desinfla más rápido que un globo y se queda fuera de la competencia. Por otra parte, están los equipos que juegan bien y que atraen a la gente a llenar los estadios jugando bien con rivales de peso. Tal y como es el caso de Universidad Católica en la Libertadores 2006, que empezó como un bala, pero se desinfló abruptamente en las últimas dos fechas y se fue pa la casa. Casos como este abundan en el fútbol chileno, pero basicamente todo lo anterior se traduce en que a pesar de las favorables condiciones gran parte de los equipos chilenos ceden ante la presión y terminan como recientemente terminó Colo Colo, en un equipo derrotado que le faltaron huevos para ser campeones. Si bien es cierto que muchas veces no se deber menospreciar el rol del rival, en el particular caso de este equipo, decir que equipo es mejor en términos grales es demasiado relativo, ya que en muchas ocasiones hay equipos que son física y psicologicamente superiores a otros, pero que jugaron mal al mismo tiempo que el otro equipo jugó bien. Si bien Pachuca es un buen club y todo lo demás, están muy lejos de ser un equipo invencible por la forma en que se les hicieron los dos goles en esta final, jugando bien eran perfectamente ganables, pero como es el caso--único hasta donde sé (porque desconozco de otros países en donde esto ocurra tan seguido)--de los clubes chilenos, estos parecen incapaces de dar el último paso cuando lo único que tenían que hacer era mantener el ritmo de lo que habían hecho hasta ese momento. Opuesto al caso de Católica en 1993 que se topó con un casi invencible Sao Paulo en la final de la Libertadores, donde las chances eran realmente remotas por tener a un rivalazo, Colo Colo pudó haber completado la tarea si hubiera sabido manejar bien el partido, cosa que no hizó por 'cansancio' y bla bla bla.
No desmereciendo lo que hizó Colo Colo como varios equipos han hecho, hay que reconocer que la tuvó bastante fácil en la mitad del torneo jugando contra equipos como alajualense o 'malajualense' mejor dicho, y gimnasia y esgrima de la plata y el mismisimo toluca que jugó tan mal en esos dos partidos, que no demostró ser nada al final.
Sé que es triste ver como las esperanzas de varios se rompen en pedazos, pero sean honestos futbolistas y admitan alguna vez que fue más responsabilidad suya que la del equipo contrario la razón de la derrota, por favor, hay que ser mucho más autocríticos en este tipo de cosas ya que el engañarse sólo conlleva a cometer los mismos errores una y otra vez. Esperemos que por el bien del fútbol chileno esta lección se aprenda y que los jugadores demuestren que sus ambiciones pueden vencer al cansancio y todos los demás factores que hacen que el futbolista chileno se "cague" en los pantalones en la hora de la verdad.
Yo soy alguien que detesta las generalizaciones, pero lamentablemente por lo que he visto en mi vida, tengo que admitir que esto parece ser una lamentable tendencia en nuestro fútbol, cosa que sólo el grande y 'UNICO' Colo Colo de 1991 ha sabido romper hasta ahora.

Initiation

Initiation is the stage that almost any aspirant in the academy has to experience, yet, in contrast to almost all initiations which are taken in a single moment, this initiation process takes a long period of time. It is a period of harsh, hard, hopeless and endless havoc where many applicants have to renounce to a part of who they are to become a brand new being, in this case, a human with perceptions and senses beyond the average that most people are not aware of possessing. In this process, learners are not only required to become mature enough to handle such great responsibility, but also to change the mentality of how they see life. The only problem with the initiation process is that it cannot neither be understood nor measured as it is nature which finally decides if a human is capable or not to handle it; men and women equally. However, in contrast to eastern religions, everything related to the material world is not something that has to be left aside, but it is a complement to understand an experience.

Even the great majority of wizards spend years to master their own power that in the end they may either control it or simply ignore it, yet due to the varieties of magic, all wizards privilege one type over the other. Young Dorsh had passed the two first steps previously, but this step would be the one that would change his life completely. In these days, Dorsh could not wait to learn magic, however, he was assigned the most rigorous and hideous instructor in the academy, at least according to what the rumours said about that teacher. Due to the fact that learners had to initiate magic by themselves, the instructor was only there to supervise and give the students some advice about what should more convenient when the power within them arouse. His instructor's name was Amrov Heltach, but due to the pronunciation of his name, many called him "Hell touch" as he had the reputation of hitting students so hard so that they would not come back in case the first two steps were done with little achievement. As Dorsh was the case, he had to submit to his inhuman treatment.
First of all, instructors had to isolate all learners and take them to different parts across the land to make sure the learners who had had passed did not tell others about how he did it as all individuals will wake their inner magic in a variety of different ways. Dorsh was first taken to the forest where he had been told to spend the most time meditating and watching carefully to all his surroundings. Sometimes, he had to be so concentrated as Mr Heltach asked him what were the exact words that a person used near him. After a week of meditation and many readings about the theory of magic, they marched together to the cold mountains, where Dorsh had to practice meditation in a very cold weather at the same time he had to climb the mountains since Mr. Heltach have warned him he could leave him at any moment and he would have to find him. That happened on many occassions and Dorsh spent days, even weeks looking for him until he realised he may have come back. Sometimes Heltach told him that he had never left the area in the first place, but he had remained hidden, which meant Dorsh did not put enough attention to find him. As a result, Dorsh had to undergo the same test all over again until he could find Mr. Heltach. Days went by, and as they went, Dorsh began to feel frustrated for the first time. As he was not used to feel deep emotions, he had broken a plant without even realising. Starvation also began to have its effects on him, even though he did not eat much, his mouth watered whenever he felt meat being cooked on the surroundings. That was one of Heltach's tricks to make the student even more desperate because he had a fried turkey on his hands and he moved while Dorsh tried to follow that smell. Eventually, Dorsh began to smell other things apart from the turkey, he began to smell something different, not a plant, but a fruit which was very far from him. After hours of looking, he found a tree with apples, where Heltach was waiting him. "You can eat now" he said, "but from now on, if you want to eat, you will not guide yourself neither by your eyes, nor your smell. If you want food, you will have to use your ears only". That really sounded ridiculous. How was he supposed to get food using his ears only? He could not cheat as Heltach had very strong punishments for the ones who did not play by the rules. Usually, he tied them, put a blanket so they could not see and dropped them into a river.
Dorsh underwent that punishment many times, but still overcame the tests since he was extremely perseverant. Gradually, Heltach and him began to share some little secrets about their past lives. Although Dorsh did not have much to say, Heltach passed him tips of many books to read. Since he stopped reading a long time ago, Dorsh find it boring to read, unless the books' content had something to do with magic. Despite the prohibition to allow students get tips of how to pass this exam, Dorsh continued reading about the importance of enhancing vision and smell in order to determine particular gases, blood smell and other smells miles from distance. Yet, the book mentioned that hearing was perhaps the most important among those three. Dorsh felt curious about this, but as he was about to change page, Heltach took the book from his handsand told him. "It's time" he said. Dorsh replied: "Time? for what?". "Time for you to hear the voice of another reality, that's all. Hope you enjoy it."
Dorsh stood motionless.

Decepción de los viajes o Aburrido yo?

Dos viajes van ya durante este año, uno a Paraguay y otro a Buenos Aires. Francamente ninguno de los dos fue de mi agrado. Siendo honesto, no me gustaron, me aburrí, no porque los países no tuvieran nada que mostrar, sino que simplemente no salgo por mi cuenta hasta conocer bien los territorios. En fin, en Paraguay la pasé mal principalmente porque me enfermé y me cuide en todos los aspectos posibles temeroso de no enfermarme denuevo aún consciente de que estaba exagerando un poco el cuidado. Además, no soy de los que salen a conocer personas nuevas, sino que espero y simplemente contemplo el paisaje, con eso en gran parte no me aburro mucho. Honestamente prefiero caminar solo mirando los alrededores pensando en nuevas ideas y tratar de guardar ciertas imagenes del paisaje. No fue el caso en este viaje, pero volveré allá para conocer y procuraré no enfermarme estúpidamente como lo hice la primera vez.
En Buenos Aires es otra la historia, no porque no me agraden los argentinos, sino que simplemente una ciudad con arquitecturas sorprendentes a mi no me llaman la atención. Espero que no se malentienda que desprecio estas obras, por el contrario, son excelentes pero no me producen ninguna emoción. Por otro lado, la cultura Argentina no era una de las que estaba ansioso por conocer. La verdad es que la imagen que tenía de ellos no es muy diferente a la que tengo ahora. Veo que les apasiona enormemente el fútbol, pero como a mi no me gusta el fútbol argentino, ni la selección argentina, por más que sean mil veces mejores que nosotros, no lo sé, simplemente no puedo entenderlos tanto como puedo entender a otras culturas. Con respecto al futbol, más que por su estilo de juego, no me gusta su personalidad, sobretodo cuando pierden y se pican de una manera que demuestra su fanatismo excesivo. Bueno basta de futbol, la gente allá es más culta que en Chile en general y al parecer suelen hablar mucho más. No todos eso si, porque no pienso caer en generalizaciones tontas. En fin, pienso que Diciembre es una fecha ideal para volver a Paraguay, Buenos Aires es muy grande, pero por el momento no pienso ir y francamente, creo que no debí haber ido porque tenía que estudiar mucho y eso en gran parte me arruinó el viaje, así que de lección, si tengo muchas cosas que hacer, simplemente no voy.

eso es todo

one fight in a night in twilight, part 1

After days in an errand, a young man riding a black horse, dressed with a long dark cape arrived to a bar in the middle of nowhere to ask for some information he needed for his journey. The bar tender is a man in his late forties, with a big gray moustache, and wavy gray hair, cleaning a glass and watching how four men nad a woman played poker right next to a room which is carefully closed with a special lock that ordinary men cannot break. The men are all dressed differently, one wearing a white shirt with a red tie, with long dark blue trousers and white boots. Two players are brothers, despite they can be easily noticed as such, both dress in totally different manners, while one wears a bright red jacket, the other wears a blue jacket with black spots that are hardly noticeable, and while one usually presents a smile in his face for always winning, the other has always his eyebrows low down as a sort of complaint for his bad luck. The woman player dresses in a rather funny way as she is the only figure that stands out among the group. She dresses in pink, wearing a violet hat that shaded her eyes in order not to allow the others see her next move since her eyes usually denounced her--clear sign of being very concentrated in the game. Finally, the last player is a huge bold man, wearing a woolly hat and a blue feather in his shirt's pocket. He does not have eyebrows, but had a very short beard, which is fully covered in beer.
The young man tries to open the lock in a vain attempt to prove himself that he can break the seal and enter into that mysterious room. After failing, he talks to the bartender.
Young Man: "What does that room contain that its lock is impossible to open?"
Bartender (still cleaning the glass): "What is inside that room, I do not know, but I know the reason why it is kept closed".
Young Man (sort of curious): "What is the reason?".
Bartender (Breathing over the glass): "I think the person locked it that way so that only the most prepared and skilled person could possess what is inside that room".
Young Man: "So only the most capable person will open it, right?".
Bartender: "Yes, that's right. If you want clues of how to open the lock, go and ask that group over there (pointing the group playing cards with his middle finger). They also came here with the intention of opening it, however, they all failed".
Young Man (Coldly). "None of them? and why do they remain here?".
Bartender (introducing the glass into the cupboard). "They are still trying to solve the puzzle, so they thought gathering to share ideas was the best way to advance at the same time they kill time playing cards".
Silence
Bartender: " Go and ask them, perhaps you may find something interesting".
He goes to the table and asks:
Young man:"Does any of you have some information of how can I open that door?".
Red Tie guy: "Mind your own business kid, can't you see we're playing? Besides, don't you have any manners to go and ask us like that without introducing yourself".
Brother 1: Don't get so angry, friend, this is typical of kids in these days, they don't show any respect for their older ones. It's just a matter of getting accostumed, that's all".
Brother 2: "Anyways, he interrupted our game in its most exciting point".
Lady: "Leave the kid alone, guys, he's just a kid compared to us, you must not behave as one of them, assuming that horrible attitude".
Bold Man: "She's right, if you, gentlemen, think you're so educated, why don't you behave as such and treat the kid as he deserves, please?".
Silence
Bold Man: "Well, kid, why do you want to open that door?".
Young Man: "None of your business, just tell me".
Bold Man: "Very well, then, (he laughs) I think none of us can really tell you what is needed to open that door, you see, we were just discussing it".
Brother 2: "When you interrupted us..."
Bold Man: "Please..."
Brother 2 remains silence
Bold Man: "If you want to know more about how to open that lock, have a sit, I think this will make the game more interesting (bringing a chair, the Young man sits down between the bold man and brother 1)".
Bold man:" Ok, my name is Cravret, I am a priest, or at least I used to be one (He laughs). I arrived here three days ago and tried to open that freaking door, but I couldn't, i just couldn't. I tried everything, from a fire arrow to a beam shock, nothing seemed to work. I used all my equipment, from my special keys, to my own beard. (laughing)".
Young Man: "So none of that worked, Ok I'll try to use some ice, then".
Brother 2: "That won't work either, I also tried that, but trying to convert the lock into a block of ice did not work as the thing never froze up".
Young Man: "Hmm...".
Lady: "Don't even think of trying to burnt it also, that thing won't melt even if a volcano made eruption over it".
Bold Man: "That would also burn the place, dear".
Lady drinks a glass of wine, while looking attentively to the Bold Man.
Lady: "I know... it's just that...that damn thing is damned...as if some conjurer had created it".
Brother 1: "Let's not bring conjurers to the conversation, please?".
Silence.
Bold Man: "Oh, damn, I also forgot to introduce the others, young man. (pointing to the Red tie guy). This man is Edgar Van de Burgh. He is a very well known treasure hunter, you know? Despite his bad reputation, he is willing to help to open that ceiling, but he insists that he will to obtain the treasure before us.
Van de Burgh: "And I'm GOING to obtain it. You know that I'm just sitting here in order to figure out how to open that thing. After it's done, is everyone for himself and in your case (pointing to the lady), for herself".
Bold Man (slightly laughing): "OK, ok...Well as you can see, this two gentlemen (pointing to the two brothers) are the Petkolic brothers, one is Sven and the other Slatan, i don't know them very well, but, God, Slatan is very good at playing, while Sven has very bad luck".
Sven: "Leave me alone, next round, please...?
Slatan: "Perhaps this is finally your time".
Sven"Yeah..yeah".
Bold Man: "And finally, let me introduce a beautiful lady from the north region, (directing to the lady) Miss Schmidt".
Miss Schmidt: "Leave the formalities, just call me Laura".
Bold Man: "And what is your name, young fellow?"
Young Man: "I have no name".
Bold Man: "What? you must have one".
Young Man: "Not all people in this world have, I am one of those".
Bold Man: "WHAT?!! Are you perhaps a mercenary?".
Young Man: "No, I'm just one man looking for the most important thing in human's life".
Van de Burgh: "And what's that, boy, if it isn't money?".
Young Man: "I don't know, but is neither money nor women. It is something that I long for, and in order to get it, I must get what is behind those walls".
Silence

second level

Once the young boy adapted to perceive things in a different way, he had to undergo the second level of the magician's process. Although many of the more experienced wizards told their students that this was the hardest part that a wizard should encounter in their whole learning, Dorsh did not feel intimidated at all. This level was considered the most difficult for not only their physical strength was evaluated, but also how they complemented it with their mental capacity to resolve some problems in certain situations. In this level, students were forced to cooperate as they needed to resolve their problems by taking the right decisions. One wrong decision or hesitation meant only one thing, failing everything at once. No individual decisions could be made, otherwise, the apprentice will be penalised with disciplinary sessions, and if he committed the same mistaker, he would be expelled from the group and the academy as well.
Dorsh was introduced into his group by the teacher. His partners' names were a young man named Miknok, who belonged to a rich family and very polite and kind with others, yet Dorsh did not pay any attention to him. His second partner was a kid named Herlon, who in a way became the leader of the group since he was one of the few that have little knowledge of what magic was about. Dorsh's third partner was the strangest one, but he was the one with which Dorsh got along the best, his name was Mortamizavic, a very strange name, that its owner did not like at all, therefore he called himself Dacres. After getting to know each other, each group had to compete for the better mark. In this sense, the last group would be reproved. The competitions were divided in three levels, if one different group won each level, those groups would advance automatically to the next level of their learning. The first level of competition consisted in a physical test where students had to cross a river near the mountains without any kind of rope or help. Dacres took this competition and surprised everybody by shoving many of his competitors down the hill, producing him to be disqualified. Both Miknok and Herlon were shocked of his partner's attitude. Dacres complained, but unfortunately one of the kids he harmed had a father who was a very powerful influence within the institution, so Dacres got punished with a minimum of 30 days of reclusion.
Dacres, however, was not very tolerant in waiting, so the night previous the second competition he imanaged to escape from his prison and introduce some kind poison in the other kids' beverage. However, Dorsh caught him and Dacres immediately asked him: "You won't tell anyone, will you?" to which Dorsh responded: "Tell what?". "I do not know what you plan to do nor do I care, but they'll catch you, and then you'll be screwed", he said. "I don't care about that, I just want to pass to the second level" Dacres answered. After a brief silence, Dorsh only replied: "I'm going to sleep, see ya". Dacres could not understand what had just happened as Dorsh did not show any emotions despite seeing what he just saw.
The next day, everything worked well until one of the kids fainted prior the competition. Dacres was immediately caught as someone had previously acknowledged it was Dacres who did it. At first, Dacres did not care what were the consequences of his acts, he just wanted to know who had accused him. He went looking for Dorsh, but when he found him, Dorsh coldly told him: "I told you they were going to catch you anyway". Dorsh just left and after a few days, it was known that the ones who had accused Dacres were non others than Miknok and Herlon, his other partners. The next day, both were found dead in their beds. The cause of death, poisoned.
And so, everybody went out to look out for Dacres in order to punish him since he was the only one who could have done it.When they found him, he was sent to jail, where he remained two years.
However, he never admitted his crime as he thought someone had incriminated him with his own poison, but nobody believed him.
Due to the unfortunate events in Dorsh's group, many wizards felt sorry for him and allowed him to pass to the third level. Something that perhaps they might have regretted later due to the horrible consequences that would have in the future. Anyways he satisfied the wizards' requirements for the third level. The initiation.

La intolerancia

Durante años he tratado de lidiar con la intolerancia, pero lamentablemente no he podido ganar esta terrible batalla. Todas las veces, demuestro mi poca tolerancia hacia la musica que no me gusta, tal como el reggaeton, cierto tipo de rap y otros. También soy intolerante ante la gente que actuá sin razón y que no puede aceptar de pasarla bien sin trago, usando la aceptada excusa del lubricante social y todo eso. También soy poco tolerante con las personas que usan la vil excusa de que el cigarro les ayuda a quitarse el stress y que ayuda a no engordar. Sin importar que tanta veracidad pueda tener eso, el cigarro hace mal y destroza los pulmones y eso, todos los que usan esa vil excusa, lo saben. En lugar de afirmar que es su vicio y asumirlo, prefieren evitar el tema sobre dejarlo (no todos naturalmente) porque simplemente no quieren hacer el esfuerzo y sobretodo gastar el dinero si necesitaran terapia siendo que el consumo de esa porquería forrada de tábaco además de ser un chupasangres, es un chupabolsillos al mismo tiempo. También soy intolerante ante cierto tipo de publicidad, como axe, que trata de hacer creer al hombre que al usar ese producto, uno podrá obtener cualquier mujer que desea, lo cual no sólo es falso, sino que hace ver a las mujeres como si todas fueran 'fáciles'. Este tipo de publicidad, machista, también hace creer que por usar ese producto, uno es mas viril o algo por el estilo, algo absolutamente sin sentido. Además, este tipo de publicidad denigrante hacia las mujeres sólo hace que las mujeres estimagtizen a los hombres de 'calientes', como si no pudieran pensar en otra cosa. Algunos podrán considerar divertidos esos comerciales, lo cual es aceptable, pero a mí me dan asco porque no solamente son machistas, sino que en mi opinion, impulsan el feminismo extremo, cosa que también me desagrada, porque si el machismo no existiera, tampoco existiría el feminismo que nació como reaccion de la sociedad paternalista existente en otras épocas y que aún persiste en la mayoria de ellas hasta el día de hoy (aunque eso está cambiando ahora). Francamente me molesta que el hombre en general, siendo mucho más que un montón de testosterona, se sienta identificado con esa clase de comerciales que a mi parecer, denigran tanto a mujeres como hombres haciéndolos parecer como 'huecos', como máquinas del sexo, que sólo existen para eso.
Por último, mi mayor intolerancia puede sonar ridicula, pero es así también, es que soy intolerante con la intolerancia. Sé que suena raro, por eso, a veces me considero una paradoja humana. Soy intolerante ante el hecho de que por culpa de un par de daneses imbéciles que publicaron esas caricaturas de Mahoma, estén pasando todas esas terribles cosas en el oriente. Pienso que si bien es legítimo rechazar el Islam porque se tiene otra religión, eso no significa que la gente pueda burlarse de ella abiertamente ya que mucha gente se siente herida por eso y también molesta hasta el punto de romper todo vinculo con occidente. Para eso, los fundementalistas islámicos podrían hacer lo mismo con Jesús, y ahí, imaginense que pasaría. Caos y protestas en donde los fundamentalistas cristianos apoyarían esos ridículos dibujos de Mahoma y seguiría la controversia como en un círculo vicioso. Aún cuando condeno tanta violencia de parte de los musulmanes, los entiendo. Uno no debe burlarse de ellos bajo la miserable excusa de la libertad de expresión que la gente parece usar solo cuando le conviene. Por lo tanto, al pueblo musulmán hay que dejarlo en paz y quemar esos dibujos para siempre para que mucha gente en Europa comience a madurar, porque a pesar de ser un continente viejo, muchos habitantes no parecen haber madurado lo suficiente. Sin embargo, con la guerra en Irak y la ayuda de la comunidad europea, esto sólo parece ponerse peor ya que los medios también estan ayudando a que gran parte de occidente se ponga en contra de los musulmanes, haciéndonos creer que todos son terroristas, cosa que no es así. Todo esto no nos va a llevar a nada bueno. ¿ Y por qué? porque el mundo también es intolerante, tanto como lo soy yo en muchos otros aspectos.

En medio de las vacas

Resulta que ya estamos a mitad de las vacaciones y aún siento que no he hecho nada significativo. Bueno, desde el principio me dije que no pensaba trabajar puesto que ahora estoy a cargo de casi gran parte de las labores domésticas. Darle la comida al perro, lavar un poco los platos, o al menos sacarles la mugre para poder meterlos en el lavavajillas, barrer y trapear la cocina, a veces, hacer la cama de mis viejos, colgar la ropa, darle la comida al perro y la mejor parte....sacarle las cacas al perro. Sinceramente, he tratado de lograr no caer en la rutina, pero lamentablemente si yo no lo hago, despues se acumula mucho trabajo para mis viejos. En fin, la única novedad de este verano es que veo hartos documentales y aunque no me enorgullezco de ello, veo dibujos animados, que si bien son pa chicos, tb tienen tallas pa adultos. Bueno, en fin, luego de haber ido a la playa con mis amigos, me di cuenta de que sin importar cuanto trate de tener paciencia, la verdad es que no puedo. Si bien admito que se pasó bien, nada resultó como esperaba ya que muchas veces todo era un webeo permanente y no podía hablar en serio. Otra cosa fue el cable, que si bien tenía hartos canales, era bastante fome porque no tenía los que más me gustaban a mí. Otro error fue no haber llevado algunos dvd para ver peliculas buenas y no la mierda que se pillara con el asqueroso zapping de mis amigos. Lo peor de todo es que me desconecté del mundo y no vi las noticias ni escuche la radio por hartos dias. Fue una buena experiencia y todo eso, pero espero que la próxima vez sea mejor y mis amigos se aburran de wearme en grupo como si fuera una confabulación sólo para que algunos de ellos se sentieran bien al hacerme enojar. La próxima vez, vale decir, el próximo año, veremos, pq en vacaciones de invierno, no conviene y no se va a poder tampoco.
Por ahora, viviré estos dias concentrándome en ver documentales y en tratar de mantener la línea de dieta, ya que por el momento es lo único que puedo hacer antes de irme a la playa denuevo, pero esta vez con mi familia, francamente espero que eso resulte mejor, aunque allá fijo que todo va a ser una rutina. A estas alturas, creo que ya no se puede evitar.

Rest in peace, Eddie

Recently, one of the greatest superstars in WWE passed away. I' m referring to the one and only Eddie Guerrero. I want to use this blog to express my sympathy and give my condolences to his family and all his friends. He certainly represented in some way an identity that we latins have in many cases (not everybody is like that though). Anyways, despite there were times in which the american wwe fans detested him, he still was able to win the hearts of many americans. He will always be remebered as Latino Heat. For all what you gave in the ring and the many great moments in which you made many people laugh, Eddie, thank you!
Rest in peace now, you deserve it. Viva la Raza!!!!!!!!!!

a little story for us to consider: Part 2

Many months have passed since the boy Dorsh was found by the wizard. Ever since the day they met, it was very clear for the wizard that Dorsh needed to be educated as many people complained against the wizard for the boy stole them food. When the wizard told him that he wanted to teach him something, the boy got extremely thrilled as he asked the wizard: "Are you going to show me that light again?". The wizard quickly answered him "Ehh.. no, first you have to learn other things that you do not know". The boy immediately asked him "When are you going to show me that light again?". The wizard did not know how to answer as he never had the intention to teach him something that required so much responsability as magic did. He was not good at teaching at all and did not know how to treat children also. After a brief hesitation, the wizard told him "All right, I will show you the light you saw some day, but on the condition you learn other things that are more important first". The boy reacted enthusiastic about this proposal. He was absolutely determined to learn and see that light that took him out of the dim hole in which he was in one more time, and perhaps more. No matter how many other things the wizard taught him, he always did those other things only to see the light again.
Mathematics, history, cooking, other languages and most importantly, Ethics, specifically the difference between good and bad were the things that young Dorsh learnt in four years. The wizard was very surprised that he could learn all those things in so little time. However, Dorsh always had in mind that he would learn magic if he kept the good work. Finally, Mr. Crowgan decided to send him to the school where he learnt the basic aspects of magic. The Wizard's association, it was called. The day before he left, Crowgan made a party in his honour to wish him luck in the wizard's college. Dorsh did not have a good time, but instead thought everything he would live from that moment. He wanted to leave as soon as possible as that place got nothing to offer him any longer. The wizard said he would go to visit him some times, but he did not believe him as the last three years he lived with him, the wizard was very busy to look after him appropriately. He did not care also as he had become more independent.

Finally, he entered the Magicians' academy, where many hundreds of new applicants entered every single year, but where many left at once also. They had very strict professors, but in order for students to learn magic, they had to pass through many stages before the learning itself as human beings could not make use of that power without doing some special training. This training, however, had an initial state where the key was to see if students had the will and talent to see things that were impossible for the common eye to see. They got the meditation training, which was the first state. This consisted on staying in the same place without moving and looking very closely to absolutely everything there was in the environment. As they remained there for a long time, students realized that they could see things that at the beginning they could not see. This stage was mostly to enhance perception and make all 5 senses work beyond the average. That training was the basis of the magic learning since students had to practise it every single morning after having breakfast. Dorsh did pretty well in this stage as he did not overlook any single detail he had around. Many however, got bored with this and left the academy as they considered it a waste of time. This really helped the instructors for they got rid of many students at once without having exposing them to magic, something which the Wizard's Association considered dangerous if the students learnt it for selfish reasons.
Dorsh had no problem with this stage and he, and many others quickly passed to the second stage. Something which Dorsh as well as the other students did not know was that this stage will become a turning point in all their lives.

about the story: A whole different world

I know this may sound rather strange for the ones who had read the story of the little kid. First of all, this world is a marvellous world, typical of Fantasy. However, do not think this is a world that has no relation at all with the world as we know it today, since the human history is related in some way to this world I created. To make it more clear, think that in a point in the future something happened which almost caused the human race to disappear. The cause of this global phenomenon was due to the earth's response to protect itself from us. In simpler words, the earth got tired of the overexploitation of the natural resources that it decided to do something about humans. However, in this world, the earth did not use hurricanes such as Katrina, Wilma and other natural disasters to defend iteself from us. Instead the earth used the creatures that were in control of this earth before humans appeared from nothing in this world. These creatures were known as the earth conjurers. These creatures did not have emotions, they were like robots as if they were programmed to maintain the land fertile, in other words, their only purpose in life was to protect the land. They took care of the trees, the grass, the plants, the seas, the rivers, the mountains and all the places that exist so that everything could remain safe and sound in that world of absolute peace. Yet, when humans appeared, all of this changed drastically.

After humans appeared, humans immediately feared these creatures due to the fact that they thought they were demons sent by god. All men and women thought they had to get rid of these creatures, so they immediately started killing them with no reason. At the same time, humans began to exploit the land and due to this fear of these so called 'monsters', they destroyed everything the earth conjurers had worked for. These creatures were so very connected to the Earth as it is a kid to his mother and father, that they started feeling, but something that they should not have known: hatred. Due to being in contact with humans, conjurers began to feel all the negative aspects of the human race as they were never exposed to the good ones. Hatred, fear, despair; each negative emotion that usually drives humans to commit the most horrible actions that any creature in this earth can imagine; were the only emotions that these creatures felt. As the humans continued their massacre, the conjurers finally decided to strike back against all what humans did to them. By using a very powerful weapon that humans did not have the capacity to use, the conjurers took control of the situation by killing every single human they encountered.

Many doubts arouse in the human's mind as apparently, all the creatures they killed before seemed to return from hell to take their revenge against humans, but as humans evolved, they realized that these was so as the conjurers did not die by conventional means as humans did. The first difference with humans is that their bodies were not made of flesh as humans did, but of pure solid soil. Second, they were not affected by any disease known in the human race. Because of that, they could live over a period of almost four or five centuries. Third, they did not use reason to move, for they had no logic to stand on. They only acted by instinct, just as a wild beast would do, yet this was the way humans thought they acted, since they did acquire reason with the time, but only the stronger ones who have been born in certain privileged territories were able to master it, while the others could assimilate it only to a certain extent since it was beyond their means to understand. In addition, conjurers could use 'magic', a very strange power in which they could invoke the power of nature, the power of their fellows and also the power of the Spirits and even, the power of the Gods (it is fantasy, so please assume it). This ability was quite investigated by the world of humans, until they realized that they could make use of it as they grew wiser. Unfortunately for them, their bodies had a limit as some magic enchantements were beyond their physical and mental power.

Finally, and most importantly, conjurers had the ability to come back from death, yet not in the way humans would expect in those times. Conjurers could revive, since every time they were killed or they have lived for too long, they were absorbed by the ground in order to restructure the composition of their bodies. After months or years of being underground the conjurers returned to life just as if they were a baby, since they could live for another five centuries easily. They repeated the process time after time. Nevertheless, even though conjurers could not die by conventional means, they could be stain by using specific techniques. They were severely affected by ice and fire. In places of cold temperatures, all conjurers froze more quickly than a human being would do,. Freezing made them unable to return to the ground, so they would remain in that state if everything did not release them nor antything. In the case of fire, if a conjurer was burnt and turned into ashes, the remains of that conjurer could not return to earth either.

For the sake of the this world, as the years have passed, human beings have realized that they need conjurers to survive in that world as without them, the land would not be fertile enough to grow any type of food they need. Any time that the conjurers are killed and return to the ground, they make the land fertile enough to allow many trees or plants to grow. In some way, this gave the humans some benefits to consider, so they created a law that penalized killing any conjurer by using fire or ice. This provoked great concern among certain people who could not accept this for they wanted to get rid of these creatures, but they were blind to the fact that without the conjurers they could not survive; so, it was better to be in danger at those times. The problem of this law caused the men and women to split into two groups: the wizards' association and the monks. The wizards, in one hand were the ones who considered necesary to respect that law and never take any kind of discrimination for they only wanted to send conjurers to sleep. On the other hand, the monks considered necessary to exterminate all those beasts by all means. Nevertheless, despite their differences, they both fought the conjurers whenever they attacked.

For the following years, humans and conjurers have been fighting continuously for the supremacy of the earth causing only more hatred between themselves and obviously, more unnecessary death. In the present, humans have taken the advantage in this war, but their war was certainly far from over.

a little story for us to consider: Part 1

This story is about a man who certainly marked many destinies during his life. This man was born in a very poor town which had almost nothing for humans to survive and which eventually disappeared due to a strange plague where that man was the only survivor. During the few years in which this man lived there, his life was a miserable one. He did not have a father as his mother was rapped by another man, reason by which he was not treated very well by his mother. She always considered him a nuisance as she did not want to feed him and also, she did not have the money to do so. She used to send him to buy her some alcohol and some other strange drugs, which he did not know what they were for. During these times, usually, many kids three or five years older than him stole him the drinks he bought for his mother; many of the times as an order from their parents or for the kids themselves. Her mother never told him off despite this as she knew well that the town hated her for dishonouring them for having given birth to a child from a man that killed many people in the past in that town. Nobody pitied her or her child since she also was a whore.
As the years went by, this little child got beaten almost everyday by other boys in their need for alcohol. He was known as 'the dummy' as he did not show any emotions every time he was brutally beaten by these cruel kids. Many thought that the main reason of his lack of emotions was due to the careless attitude of his mother who neither protected him nor cure him from his wounds. The famous proverb that 'time heals all wounds' did not seem to apply for this boy as he had many injuries all over his body. Black eyes, nose bleeding and a cut in his eyebrow were part of everyday life for this kid.
Although many people abused this boy, he lhad the appearance of an adult for he was one metre and 50 at the short age of 10. He was a child of dark complexion, dark brown hair and because of the continuous beating he received, he looked very strong and athletic. In spite of suffering the worst beatings many people can imagine, this boy got so much used to pain and beatings that he did not feel pain in those beatings anymore. Due to that, many boys stopped messing with him and he finally could focus on getting food to survive. As it was the law in that town, this boy stole food from certain corp fields in order to survive the day.
One day, the boy's mother got terribly sick because of an strange illness. Because of the lack of wizards (who were doctors in this world, next day I 'll explain), in the town, the people were very so concerned that they sent somebody to go for a wizard so that he could investigate this strange virus. The illness spread very quick through the town, but despite that, the people were confident that the man who they sent would return with a wizard, however, the man did not appear. As the virus started taking its first victims in which the boy's mother was included, despair took control of everybody in the town, except of the kid. After his mother's death, the boy left the town as he did not find any food nor any reason to continue living in that awful town.
As he walked on the desert, his legs did not have the strength to continue since he had not eaten anything for seven days straight. Finally, he fell and accepted his fate. As he laid in the middle of the desert he wondered if the town was still in feet for when he had left it, it was a complete chaos. Then, suddenly, after a brief blackout, he saw a light, a light that covered his whole body. When he turned back he saw a man with a long black beard wearing a blue coat, and an odd pair of gauntlets. He was the responsible for that light as he was healing all the injuries he had in his body. After a short silence, the man asked the child: 'Are you all right, what happened to you kid?'. The boy did not answer as he was fascinated with that strange light that the man was producing. When the man was about to repeat the question, the boy, extremely thrilled, asked him what was that light. The man told him it was 'magic'. Later, after giving the boy some food and some water the man told him that the reason why he was able to produce that light was simply because he was a wizard. The boy immediately realized that the man who he was talking to was the wizard sent to cure the town's terrible plague. After confirming the man's identity, the wizard told him that he had already been in the town, yet when he arrived everybody was already dead as the plague had killed them all. The boy told him that he was from that town, but curiously enough, the strange disease had not affected him. The man told him that it was possible that a certain curse may have fallen upon the boy's town since many dark things had happened in that territory in the past. Nevertheless, the only possible answer the wizard found was that the curse only affected people who had known evil, something that the child ignored what it was, as he had never been taught what things were good or bad.
The boy followed the wizard, something that the wizard thought it was his responsability of doing as he felt guilty for not arriving on time to save that town and at the same time, he pitied the boy. The man took him to the nearest town where they could speak more comfortable and suddenly realized that he had not introduced himself. 'I am Mr. Crowgan' he said, 'what's yours?'. The boy told him he could not remember his first name, but only his surname. 'Well, ok, we will find you a new name later, but now tell me your surname'. Turning to him, the boy answered him, ' My name is Dorsh'. The wizard was very curious as he did not know what that meant, and after looking in a dictionary from dead languages, he found that in an ancient civilization, that word meant: 'cancer'.

Chilean football team: Finally dead

This entry would be in English in order for me to practise my English that many times I try to avoid. For the English people who still remember the 2 - 0 in Wembley previous France 98' in which Chile surprised everybody with that score that humilliated the English team.Well, nowadays, the image of that team remains as a vague memory as for the escond straight time, the Chilean football team got eliminated yesterday. Although this time the team did much better than the previous one (Korea-Japan), it certainly wasn't what we chileans expected from them. It really hurts, besides the elimination, that there was no single match in which this team was absolutely cuperior to their opponents. Yes, we got many opportunities to get the tickets to face Australia, but this team did not have the merits to do that. I don't know what is going top happen for the next qualifying process, but one thing is certain, a change has to be made. This change means firing many of the directives of ANFP (in English, the National Professional Football Association) who are only worried of keeping their pockets full rather than for the nation's future in Football. It is also necessary to fire the president of this association, Mr. Reinaldo Sanchez who is one, if not the worst, president that our country has had. Hoping that many things change for the next period, I have to say for now, Chilean football team, Rest in Peace!

Just in case

Sé que puede sonar extraño, pero recién ahora descubri que mi dirección, o mejor dicho el nombre de mi blog está mal escrito. La razón es simple, simplemente se me fue. Pido disculpas por este error, ya que sé perfectamente que se debería escribir 'finaljudgment' en lugar de 'finaljugdment'. Sin embargo, quien sabe, si hubiera puesto esa dirección, quizás alguien la hubiera tenido y me hubiera tomado mucho mas tiempo el crear este blog, así que por ahora, la página quedará con ese nombre, y aunque me duela verlo, es mejor tener algo que tener nada, no?

Lavin vs. Government: a dull discussion

En Chile, parece que este tipo de discusiones sobre delincuencia, y otros se esta volviendo pan de cada dia en nuestro pais. Algunos dicen que es debido a que se está en periodo presidencial y que debido a eso, todo es válido. Hasta cuando siguen con la tontera de que el fin justifica los medios.

Antes que nada, quiero dejar en claro que aún cuando parecer un poco parcial en este asunto ya que no tengo nada contra el gobierno y si algo en contra del señor Lavín, soy bastante autocritico con el gobierno y con muchas otros partidos, porque yo no pertenezco a ningun partido político, sin embargo, estoy indignado como el tarado este ha ido hasta la casa de ese niño de 5 años asesinado en la Granja, con la unica intención de hacerse la propaganda de que 'él' va a ser quien termine con la delincuencia. Por favor, la delincuencia no se termina de un dia para otro como si fuera a matarse una mosca. Al mismo tiempo, no se saca nada con andar liberando la bronca contra el presidente, el ministro del interior o el vocero de gobierno, por algo que ellos no son directamente responsables. Los que están fallando en su pega son algunos jueces(no digo todos porque no quiero caer en generalizaciones absurdas) que probablemente no esten lo suficientemente capacitados para esa clase de cargo. Acaso esas fallas son culpa del presidente? yo no lo creo.

De que hay delincuencia la hay. De que haya disminuido como algunos estadistas lo afirman, es algo que yo ignoro, pero aún así, es necesario que la gente vea siempre ambas caras de la moneda, no de una solamente. Entiendo perfectamente que alguna gente no le guste que el gobierno justifique que el nivel de delincuencia acá es menor en comparación a varios de nuestros vecinos. Sin embargo, deben entender que el problema va más allá de eso, ya que se le está exigiendo a los gobernantes algo de lo que nadie en este país sería capaz de detener en su totalidad. Dejemos de ser tan perfeccionistas en este sentido porque este país aún no ha dejado de ser un país subdesarrollado, por más que a varios no quieran reconocerlo. Por lo tanto, en lugar de dejar este problema de lado, tratemos de darle un tono más serio, puesto que lamentablemente con esta discusión, lo único que está haciendo es agarrarlo pa la chacota.

Chile is not dead

Espero que este primer mensaje que escribo sea visto por los miembros de las asociaciones de futbol de Uruguay y Argentina, para que no repitan el bochorno de la eliminatoria pasada, ya que esta vez no solo se le quitaria la oportunidad a Colombia, sino tb a Chile, por favor sean honestos, no es mucho lo que les pido, de eso es lo que la competencia se trata